I watched my husband, his best friend, his roommate, and my good friend cover this song {311's "Beautiful Disaster"} on a crappy little stage in a crappy little bar and I fell head over heels in love with him...
And then they learned this one just for me (minus the whole ground-humping thing), and I fell in love with *all* of them all over again..
And then the drummer went to rehab and the bass player had to have a heart transplant (at 25) and the guitar player (who had been my good friend) discovered the wonderful world of methamphetamines, and the band was no more.
Now, my husband is writing his own music again, and my son is assisting. His latest conquest?
Complete with mad keyboard skills. Love those guys.
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