The bass player in this band, Bill Bryson, used to play in a little club I hung out at in Fullerton. When I saw them live he was walking to the stage with the band and saw me in the front row. He turned around and went to the bar and bought me a beer, set it on my table and then went on stage. I wonder what the rest of the crowd thought about that. They sure looked at me funny.
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