Later that night, the bus was parked at a scenic rest stop overlooking a pine valley. Everyone was still buzzing from Diesel\u2019s taco truck tale, and somehow, somewhere between Gabriel\u2019s fifth espresso and Jonah\u2019s sixth soda, the idea was born.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe have<\/em> to make that a song,\u201d Jonah declared, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a snare practice pad. \u201cLike\u2026 a full-on, crunchy riff, dramatic vocals\u2014this<\/em> is the kind of story that demands distortion.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rico chuckled from his bunk, flipping his pick between his fingers. \u201cI\u2019m in, but I swear if you make me sing about salsa in a minor key again\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ll write it!\u201d Cassie said, grabbing a notepad. \u201cTitle\u2019s already gold. Burn the Brakes, Save the Salsa.<\/em> How\u2019s this for the first verse?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n We were ghosts on the road with nowhere to be, Thane was behind the console station with a smirk, nodding along. \u201cYou know what? It slaps.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel jumped up, air-bassing dramatically, tail flicking wildly. \u201cI\u2019m putting in a slap solo! Jorge deserves slap!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark didn\u2019t even look up from the lighting console where he was programming mood settings for the studio. \u201cI want a strobe light every time someone says \u2018hot sauce.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie scribbled furiously. \u201cOkay, chorus, chorus\u2026 how about\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Burn the brakes! Gabriel howled in laughter. \u201cYES! YES!! This is art!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Diesel, sitting quietly in the front lounge, cracked the barest grin. \u201cYou kids are ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah tapped his sticks together. \u201cBridge time. We need a breakdown where Rico just wails<\/em> on a guitar solo while someone yells about spicy peppers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rico raised a brow. \u201cI mean\u2026 I could channel some serious chipotle fury.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel nodded gravely. \u201cLet the spirit of Jorge possess your fretboard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane, laughing so hard he nearly dropped his cup, reached over to the soundboard and hit RECORD. \u201cAlright. Let\u2019s do a scratch take. If this ends up on the next album, I\u2019m blaming the driver.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie grinned. \u201cWe\u2019ll call it The Diesel Sessions<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Diesel sipped his coffee. \u201cJust don\u2019t spell my name wrong on the credits.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Later that night, the bus was parked at a scenic rest stop overlooking a pine valley. Everyone was still buzzing from Diesel\u2019s taco truck tale, and somehow, somewhere between Gabriel\u2019s fifth espresso and Jonah\u2019s sixth soda, the idea was born. \u201cWe have to make that a song,\u201d Jonah declared, sitting cross-legged on the floor with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-576","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tour-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/576","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=576"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/576\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3157,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/576\/revisions\/3157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=576"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=576"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=576"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n
A metal band crashing through destiny,
Stopped for tacos, fate took the wheel,
Now Jorge’s gone ninja, and this is real.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n\n
Don\u2019t stop the flame!
Hot sauce flyin\u2019 like a runaway train!
Jorge jumps and the stand goes down\u2014
But the salsa lives on in this town!<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n