Back in my younger days, my friends & I would pile into my white ‘86 Chevy Van & head out to the all ages dives to watch our favorite local bands. They were our bands, our little secret & we wanted no one else to know about them. We bought their 7 inch records & followed them around from show to show like groupies. This was before social media sites (MySpace, Facebook) allowed bands to advertise for free & garner a worldwide following. No, this was word of mouth & we told not a soul. If we saw new people at the shows we would get a pretentious air about “Our band” for fear that too many people would come to the shows & they would lose their identity to us.
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