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		<title>By: mikey</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/8225/comment-page-1#comment-27316</link>
		<dc:creator>mikey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 14:07:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i played drums in a band called the Blue Ribbon Band, and we always drank Pabst Blue Ribbon.

then i played bass for a bit in a band called the McShitz. but we didn&#039;t eat McDonald&#039;s...at least i didn&#039;t...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i played drums in a band called the Blue Ribbon Band, and we always drank Pabst Blue Ribbon.</p>
<p>then i played bass for a bit in a band called the McShitz. but we didn&#8217;t eat McDonald&#8217;s&#8230;at least i didn&#8217;t&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: emily</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/8225/comment-page-1#comment-25671</link>
		<dc:creator>emily</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 21:39:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was in a &quot;band&quot; in college. We practiced every Sunday night by getting drunk, going to Club Beat It in Hollywood, and picking up guys. Whenever they asked us what we did, we told them about &quot;Sure Thing&quot; and then explained our role in the band. I was the drummer/lead singer. There was also a keyboardist and a bassist. We had a lot of groupies (amassing many dude&#039;s over two years) and some guest players (always on the tambourine). 

We named ourselves after the classic film starring John Cusack. We made commemorative t-shirts. We believed in ourselves.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was in a &#8220;band&#8221; in college. We practiced every Sunday night by getting drunk, going to Club Beat It in Hollywood, and picking up guys. Whenever they asked us what we did, we told them about &#8220;Sure Thing&#8221; and then explained our role in the band. I was the drummer/lead singer. There was also a keyboardist and a bassist. We had a lot of groupies (amassing many dude&#8217;s over two years) and some guest players (always on the tambourine). </p>
<p>We named ourselves after the classic film starring John Cusack. We made commemorative t-shirts. We believed in ourselves.</p>
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		<title>By: TracyB</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/8225/comment-page-1#comment-25658</link>
		<dc:creator>TracyB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 20:57:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was a groupie of a local band, however I did get on stage and sing with them once in a while-old punk classics. They are still a band so to keep up appearances I will not name them, my groupie days are past. 

I did form a band at the same time, wrote some really great lyrics, but no one in the band could write the music. Needless to say, we didn&#039;t go far.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a groupie of a local band, however I did get on stage and sing with them once in a while-old punk classics. They are still a band so to keep up appearances I will not name them, my groupie days are past. </p>
<p>I did form a band at the same time, wrote some really great lyrics, but no one in the band could write the music. Needless to say, we didn&#8217;t go far.</p>
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		<title>By: Skizz</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/8225/comment-page-1#comment-25654</link>
		<dc:creator>Skizz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 20:50:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Since 1994, I&#039;ve been playing in a garage band called Garage Sale, and we used to practice in my garage until one of the neighbors called the cops.  Now we don&#039;t practice much.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Since 1994, I&#8217;ve been playing in a garage band called Garage Sale, and we used to practice in my garage until one of the neighbors called the cops.  Now we don&#8217;t practice much.</p>
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		<title>By: Chris</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/8225/comment-page-1#comment-25632</link>
		<dc:creator>Chris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 19:41:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>david -- where did you go to school?  I remember a band called Wheatstone Bridge...i think someone in my family knew band members.  I&#039;m from Illinois...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>david &#8212; where did you go to school?  I remember a band called Wheatstone Bridge&#8230;i think someone in my family knew band members.  I&#8217;m from Illinois&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Bre</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/8225/comment-page-1#comment-25605</link>
		<dc:creator>Bre</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 17:48:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Footnote:  I can&#039;t believe I forgot to mention any of the bands my husband used to be in before I knew him.  There were some good names.

Aztec Neighbor
Eargasm
Justin Case
Dallas McGhee
Asa Ramon
Rock City

He did a South Pacific military base tour when he was 19, and a Canadian tour when he was in his early 20&#039;s.  He has some interesting stories to tell.  I joke with him that someday, some young woman of Asian descent is going to knock on our door and say, &quot;Daddy?&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Footnote:  I can&#8217;t believe I forgot to mention any of the bands my husband used to be in before I knew him.  There were some good names.</p>
<p>Aztec Neighbor<br />
Eargasm<br />
Justin Case<br />
Dallas McGhee<br />
Asa Ramon<br />
Rock City</p>
<p>He did a South Pacific military base tour when he was 19, and a Canadian tour when he was in his early 20&#8217;s.  He has some interesting stories to tell.  I joke with him that someday, some young woman of Asian descent is going to knock on our door and say, &#8220;Daddy?&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Ian EBH</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ian EBH</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 17:43:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I played in several bands in highschool, but only one practiced in a garage. We were called Korova and stuck it out for about 5 years, playing locally. Even put out a 7&quot;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I played in several bands in highschool, but only one practiced in a garage. We were called Korova and stuck it out for about 5 years, playing locally. Even put out a 7&#8243;.</p>
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		<title>By: Bre</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/8225/comment-page-1#comment-25599</link>
		<dc:creator>Bre</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 17:35:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m not ashamed to admit I was a groupie.  I really had no choice.  I loved music, and I had a thing for guys with long hair.

I dated a guitar player for several years, and followed local bands with names like: 
Face The Faxx (it was the early 90&#039;s, and the double-x thing was hip);
The Reign;
Mispent Youth (I loved to point out the &quot;mis&quot;spelling);

The guitar player didn&#039;t work out, but I did end up marrying a singer-songwriter who performs more as a hobby than a career, has short hair, and just uses his own name.  So, I&#039;m a groupie for life, I guess.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m not ashamed to admit I was a groupie.  I really had no choice.  I loved music, and I had a thing for guys with long hair.</p>
<p>I dated a guitar player for several years, and followed local bands with names like:<br />
Face The Faxx (it was the early 90&#8217;s, and the double-x thing was hip);<br />
The Reign;<br />
Mispent Youth (I loved to point out the &#8220;mis&#8221;spelling);</p>
<p>The guitar player didn&#8217;t work out, but I did end up marrying a singer-songwriter who performs more as a hobby than a career, has short hair, and just uses his own name.  So, I&#8217;m a groupie for life, I guess.</p>
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		<title>By: Denise</title>
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		<dc:creator>Denise</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 17:25:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was in a garage band in the late &#039;60s.  I played rhythm guitar and back-up vocals.  We usually practiced in my friend Betsy&#039;s bedroom.  Betsy was lead guitar and lead vocalist.  After one practice, Betsy&#039;s mom told her I was the better guitarist and should be lead.  The next time we practiced, Betsy&#039;s mom told her I was the better singer and should be lead.  That was the end of our garage band.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was in a garage band in the late &#8217;60s.  I played rhythm guitar and back-up vocals.  We usually practiced in my friend Betsy&#8217;s bedroom.  Betsy was lead guitar and lead vocalist.  After one practice, Betsy&#8217;s mom told her I was the better guitarist and should be lead.  The next time we practiced, Betsy&#8217;s mom told her I was the better singer and should be lead.  That was the end of our garage band.</p>
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		<title>By: Chas</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chas</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 16:05:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lemme see...Epitaph, Path, Richard Cranium, that&#039;s a couple of them. Path actually opened for Ted Nugent and Foghat in my hometown when the third bands bus broke down. That was a lot of fun. 30 years later, I still play about one or two weekends a month. I learned in high school that one could get with the ladies one of two ways. Get your head bashed in on the football field every Friday night to hang with the cheerleaders, who in the seventies were not morally vague (unless you were the quarterback), or be in a band and have the ladies who were, shall we say, a little more adventurous at ones side. Didn&#039;t take long for me to hang up the cleats!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lemme see&#8230;Epitaph, Path, Richard Cranium, that&#8217;s a couple of them. Path actually opened for Ted Nugent and Foghat in my hometown when the third bands bus broke down. That was a lot of fun. 30 years later, I still play about one or two weekends a month. I learned in high school that one could get with the ladies one of two ways. Get your head bashed in on the football field every Friday night to hang with the cheerleaders, who in the seventies were not morally vague (unless you were the quarterback), or be in a band and have the ladies who were, shall we say, a little more adventurous at ones side. Didn&#8217;t take long for me to hang up the cleats!</p>
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