2 : 4 5 P M These friends of mine have a chick band called Creamy. They're excellent. In fact, they're about to sign with a Major Label. I don't think they'll get rich or anything, but they did buy a new van and they're supposed to make a record at the end of the year. And there's talk of Lollapalooza over the summer. Talk talk. Anyway, their bass player, Jenni, quit and moved back to DC to be with her boyfriend (mistake! mistake!) and so they need someone to hold up the bottom end. Sue, who's the singer and writes all the songs, is an old friend of mine from the School of the Art Institute in Chicago. We used to jam a little bit in her chilly loft back in the day. So she called me up and we went out. "I haven't played in years," I said to her. "So practice," she said. "We won't take no for an answer". Sue is persuasive. And she's ambitious. She has friends from Chicago who've made it (you may have heard of the Smashing Pumpkins) and everybody's banking on her to make it, too. "I don't even have a bass," I said. "I sold it to pay for paint." "Sell the paint, " she said. "We've got a gig in two weeks and we won't take no for an answer."