Synopsis

A rag tag band of idiots on the verge of signing a recording contract is sandbagged by their lead singer, Chas Knopfler, into throwing the mother of all parties the night before they embark on a world tour. Eddie Mesmer, the rhythm guitarist, awakens to find his drummer, Toss Dunbar, hanging from a tree like a scarecrow, and the house completely destroyed. Eddie and Toss quickly realize that A: they can't remember anything and B: there's a dead guy in the pool. Now, they have to figure out what happened the night before or their Rock and Roll dream is over. Their only hope is State Dependent Learning, which is the scientifically proven fact that information learned while under the influence of a given "substance", can only be recalled and used to solve a task when you are in the same state. Or in Layman's terms... They have to drink to remember. The prior night's debauchery comes back to them as they get Halfway to a Blackout against insurmountable odds. Will Bad Math realize they're greater than the sum of their parts in time to keep their mostly-virgin asses from jail, and salvage their dream of rock superstardom? I'd tell you, but I'm out of Vodka. —Keith Brown

A rag tag band of idiots on the verge of signing a recording contract is sandbagged by their lead singer, Chas Knopfler, into throwing the mother of all parties the night before they embark on a world tour. Eddie Mesmer, the rhythm guitarist, awakens to find his drummer, Toss Dunbar, hanging from a tree like a scarecrow, and the house completely destroyed. Eddie and Toss quickly realize that A: they can't remember anything and B: there's a dead guy in the pool. Now, they have to figure out what happened the night before or their Rock and Roll dream is over. Their only hope is State Dependent Learning, which is the scientifically proven fact that information learned while under the influence of a given "substance", can only be recalled and used to solve a task when you are in the same state. Or in Layman's terms... They have to drink to remember. The prior night's debauchery comes back to them as they get Halfway to a Blackout against insurmountable odds. Will Bad Math realize they're greater than the sum of their parts in time to keep their mostly-virgin asses from jail, and salvage their dream of rock superstardom? I'd tell you, but I'm out of Vodka. —Keith Brown

September 29, 2014 at 10:08 AM