[Crowbob]

Way back when a guy who owned a record strore was curious about why so many people were coming in and asking for this new skittle band's records of whom he'd never heard before. Somebody said 'The Crickets' or some such hideous name for a band.

So Brian (the store owner) starts snooping around the venues in town and discovers these four guys dressed like a bunch of hoods with leather jackets, tight-very tight, trousers and pointy black cowboy-like boots. Slicked back hair, of course.

One of the singers was locally known to be a touchy little fellow prone to fighting. Tough talk sufffused with sarcasm put some people off. He was the oldest, but not by much. One of the guys was 14 years old.

Anywho, after talking to Brian the scrappy guy says, 'OK. Manage us.'