I have a special admiration for these kinda bands. It’s a tough job being a not-so-talented, over the hill, professional musician doing what you can to make a buck. Anybody that’s seen The Wedding Singer can attest to that. This group, complete with ugly mustard colour glitter jackets and bad haircuts, looks just like your typical second-rate band. That is, until about 40 seconds in. Somebody get this rock star a better gig.
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