Username's phantasmagoric dream journal of psychedelic delirium

I found myself in a bath tub with my guitar and two other band mates. For some reason we decided that was a good place to write a song. Our drummer had it all in his head, and we were trying to match what he was doing. We were a trio similar to the minutemen (great band). He started playing and I asked, "should I just play like, harmonics and shit?". He seemed a little mad but thought I should.