"Nice, now we all have matching duck shoes" said the Yankee as they left the store. "I agree," replied the writer holding his little honey bear.
"we
SHould
go check,,,
outaband!!", suggested the poet. "Let me check who all is playing nearby," replied the Producer as he tried to read the entertainment section in the glare of the lights. "Lets see, there's the bluesman playing at Memphis Blues, or we could go see 'beards and Beard' at the Texas Roadhouse. Or we could try some punk rock shows. There's the classic leather jacketed bass player with his band or we could go see…No, never mind, I certain won't go to one of his shows. Too much violence and way too much body fluids for my liking. There's a good rapper playing at MSKME or we can go to the reunion show at British Steel with the original metal guitarist. Other than that, there's just some British singer/model I've never really heard of or a truly horribly sounding idea of a pop opera band created by that smug Idol guy. So, what'll be?"
