<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Ben_lovett.jpg)</div>Music, that's what Keybs needed to get his head straight.  Otherwise he'd just sit here and think about having another gin, and how he'd made a mess of his love-life, and was he really up for this move from San Diego with this gang of maniacs, and...<br/><br/>So he was glad to hear E T play a few scales.  He went up and switched on his Jupiter-80.  As he sat down he sighed in relief: this was the place he felt at home.  All his hassles vanished.  He hit the arpeggiator to match ET's scales, and the woman at the pool table caught his eye - although it looked like she was trying to catch somebody else's.  He smiled at E T then gestured towards her, and switched his upper keys to his pre-programmed classic Hammond sound to play a blues in E, and sang:<br/><br/>See the girl with the short shorts on<br/>She can play with balls all night long<br/>All right<br/>Hey hey<br/>That's right, in the hole...<br/>