Upshot: there was some weird kind of non-compete clause between Matador and Warner Bros., so the latter could not woo us with money. What, then? Booze, cocaine, hookers? Please. There is not enough booze in the world to bribe Guided By Voices, we have mostly drunk it all already, and the rest is for pussies.
Apparently the Warner Brothers publicity executive made a bad joke to Pollard about a defective Alien Lanes tape sounding like "mud," which didn't really go over too well, as Pollard thought the exec was referring to the recording itself. Warner Brothers then took the band to a Chinese restaurant "which took (it seemed like) four hours to drive to, and eight hours back." Greer also briefly described the beginnings of a clothed hot-tub session (and the fact that Robert Pollard was convinced they were going to hell), but ended the sneak peek after that.
It looks like you'll eventually have to fork over $10.39 to find out how the rest went, but it's a good thing I'd rather spend $10 reading about Robert Pollard's drunken antics than providing for my own far less interesting, far less self-destructive inebriation any day.
[via Largehearted Boy]