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There was a ship on the horizon… none had seen the type….It was not a plane or helicopter. The craft was heading our way. We gathered outside the rehearsal studio as it stopped over the adjacent field. There was a loud buzzing in the air. We could feel it like the strum of a guitar…vibrating in our chests. Lesser men would have ran. Not this bunch. We stepped forward as a door to the craft opened. A man strode down the stairs with a guitar over his shoulder like a lumber jack carries an axe. He had a mischievous grin when he asked….”Wanna jam?" The craft disappeared. Justin stepped forward and asked…”Can you play that thing?” The man said…”I'm Randy…plug me in and let's do this.” The Jagermeister was passed around…volume cranked…and Audio Circus became whole." |
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