No names will be mentioned, nor place of performance. No band name, no bar name, no set list. This...group...is real. It exists. It must never see this review.
Because I don't want to hurt their feelings. Nor do I want to die. One of 'em looked like Charles Manson.
Anonymous they must remain. Or I am a dead man.
It isn't just a bad review. It's a sad review. Old goat classic rock zombies--Facebook is loaded with them--and not very good, it's doubtful these guys could ever play. And at this late stage of the game nor ever will they.
But playing bad isn't the greatest sin in the world, no sir. Playing bad and thinking you're playing good isn't the greatest sin either.
No. The worst sin in the world is playing really bad, thinking you're really good--and also thinking you are really, really bad-ass while playing like crap thinking you're great. At a really old age.
I guess what am trying to say is you may as well pose like you have a ravenous armadillo in your pants 'cuz you suck so badly anyway.