I remember when I was younger, in my early 20's - I was looking for a band and hooked up with this guitarist from India. Dude could jam. We found a bassist who wound up blowing us off for a cover band but I couldn't blame him - cover bands were making decent money back then.
Anyway, I took my drum kit and we set up at this old warehouse out by the airport in Pittsburgh. Played Cult of Personality over, and over, and over again. All night long until the police showed up.
That was pretty much the only song we had in common.