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The After Hours Jams started one late night at the club while the last band playing was winding down there set. I ran into an old friend from way back and he said he had run into some guy who said he played bass for some defunkt local band and he had mentioned me in the conversation he had with him, and that guy had friend who played drums, so we got together talking and concluded we hadn't had our fill of music and got into our respective vehicles and played follow the leader's tailights all the way to my music studio where we set ourselves up with some sweet smoke and cool beers and got to playing the instruments and making up words and rhythm grooves and lead solos and even going so far as putting our drunken high-ass musicianship to task by f*cking up on an old top 40 tune that none of us had ever actually learned how to play, and tried pitifully to put it togther with the little bits and pieces we had picked up over the years.