Ok, 2 things. One, yes, that was Graham Coxon from Blur, and two, I know 2D isn't really the lead singer of Blur, but in my stories Jamie and Damon don't exist and 2D is technically Damon.
Once again, Gorillaz, and Blur, are not mine
It had been the biggest fight they ever had. 2D had tried writing music at the bar that night, while Murdoc had already had a few songs fully written down. Sure, 2D had given it a shot, but after handing Murdoc a few verses and notes that made no sense on a crumbled up bar napkin, Murdoc had lost his temper. 2D was supposed to have finished song ideas a week ago, he should have never gone out until they were done, and he should have cared more. Murdoc knew the vocalist did put some effort into it, but he also knew the singer had given up after a few minutes of trying. No matter how hard the bassist pushed, the singer's stubbornness pushed harder.
The whole studio heard the argument admitting from the winniebago; Murdoc screaming at 2D about how negative he always was, how he never cared, how life wasn't going to baby him forever, and how the singer needed to get his act together, to try, to care, to be proud of himself for once. No matter what the singer did, very rarely was there a smile on his face. He was the lead singer of Gorillaz and Blur, wrote beautiful music and played the piano like an expert, and yet he could never be proud of himself, and he was always leaning on someone, depending on someone, like a crutch, and that crutch happened to be Murdoc.
2D was strong, in will and heart, but he had never seen it. Murdoc had seen it constantly, and told 2D how strong he was, but the vocalist never listened. It was time for the singer to stand on his own two feet, to find his strength and support himself. It was time for him to live; happy, strong, and independent. Murdoc had to make the singer see he could survive on his own, so Murdoc had to do the extreme; leave the vocalist.
The fight had begun that faithful night, and the bassist remembered every painful detail. 2D had started crying a few minutes after the bassist raised his voice, so Murdoc had calmed down a bit; he didn't want to scare the vocalist, only have him understand. They started arguing, and 2d had turned around, yet again, and said to just forget it. The vocalist always did this; said to forget and shoved the problem into a corner, hardly realizing that the problem was being added to and made bigger and bigger each time. Now was the time, the moment when Murdoc knew this had to be it; the end of all arguments. Murdoc screamed "Fine! I will forget it! I'll forget it, everything, and even you." He threw his wedding band out to door of the winniebago, along with the vocalist, and slammed the door shut, locking his problem out, but locking the pain in.