We will most likely continue to toil in the trenches of semi-obscurity naively hoping that each gig will lead us to be discovered by a cigar chomping music executive who offers us a legendary deal, thus catapulting us into a rock & roll lifestyle of excess, drug abuse, sexual degeneracy, and then ultimately (after flaming out on stage at the Grammy’s due to a terrible harness accident and pyrotechnic malfunction with our 60 foot animatronic techno-gopher)