James fanatically tries to record any and all sounds within the confined of his cave. Never leaving the house always in the pursuit of the moment that right then and there he sang the verse that would make the apartment door burst open in a blizzard of spectators, because that was the greatest song ever.
Vince hates James because James never wants to do anything but make up songs on the spot. "No time to work it out write it down. Just play guitar, guitar guy." "I'm not your freaking guitar guy. Let's do..." "No You fool Its: dead....dead....it's ...dead...doo doo."
Vince is the terror that prays upon his supposed straight man, which is James who is too busy rambling about something. Red fills those shoes and backs anything rambling out of James' mouth masterfully. Get a beer and have a seat.