This post reminded me of a story...
When I was really young, I was convinced that my claim to fame was going to be made by being in a band.
So me and my musician friends started a band. What we really did was rent a cheap space in a warehouse, about 400 sq feet, one of the guys actually lived in it. We had a loft upstairs, plugged in a fridge and thought of it as our man cave, it barely had enough power to run the fridge, let alone our amps.
Anyway, we were sitting around one day, drinking, doing things we probably shouldn't have been, trying to dream up a name for this band of ours. One of the guys went to the fridge and opened it. It had evidently tripped it's plug because it was warm. So he started to complain about how the stuff in the fridge was all bad, and that there was purple fuzzy stuff growing on some of the food, and how it was probably toxic.
So our bluesy rock bands name ended up being purple-toxic-fuzz later shortened to toxic-fuzz.
Just had a flashback when I read the post.
Scott
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