five six year old non-female Canadian with a passion for pretty things, comic books and pop culture. Tries to be funny sometimes.
Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade
It was a couple of years ago at my office Christmas party. I work in a small office of about 18 people, ranging in age from about 24 to 60, and predominantly male. Our party was at a local golf course restaurant, including spouses. The dress was semi-formal.
As part of the after-dinner entertainment, the social committee had set up a Rock Band station (as we had the place to ourselves). The two gents I worked most closely with at the time, J and B, and myself decided to take a run at it after a couple hours and a few drinks.
“Bulls on Parade?”
“Bulls on Parade.”
B, who is a 35 year old Bruce Campbell look-a-like sat down at the drums. J, a short, bald, 40 year old in great shape, well-known to break into 80’s hair metal wails without warning, took the mic. I picked up the axe.
Now, listen. I know we were a trio of intoxicated, grown men with no musical background or skill, playing a video game.
But we rocked that shit.