The video screen gives the sense they have an army of pink clad ladies on their side. Perfect for intimidating their enemies.
"I play the saxophone, but don't tell these guys. They're maniacs."
The trumpeter snuck in at the last minute, knowing how cutthroat things were.
That's kinda dark you guys.
There was always a battle over who would play bass or guitar. But they connected in knowing the body of the keyboardist would never be found.
"Wait, I think the bag of jello I stuck in my back pocket ripped open."
"My band has a lot of quirks. But they're good guys once you get to know them."
"Let's change the topic. I'm here."
"You know what I mean? 'Befriended'?"
His jacket is made from a quilt constructed by all the grandmothers he "befriended" in his 20s.
Remi Wolf's band starts shredding.
"Watch that thing like a hawk. I hear somebody is going to try to steal it."
"I just wanna drive that video screen crane thing around the field. Is that a crime?"
Peace.
