A super tuned up band of leaf cutter ants signed a contract with Queen Widow
to play some tripped out shit for the Annual Insect Mega Bay Party.
It was to be the biggest event in insect history. Everyone was coming.
Brad Pittmites, Paul McCaterpillar, Arnold Wormenegger, and George Bush Sr. to name a few.
On the day of the festival the hills of San Francisco were alive with the annoying ass racket
of billions of insects. They brought coolers full of fermented fruit and got wasted while they waited
for the show to start. Human authorities would later find fourteen dead hippies,
their bodies ravaged by insect bites, and they would never know those hippies and
accidentally stumbled into the swarm of a lifetime. But that's a story for another time.
It was fifteen minutes to show time. The LCA JamBand paced nervously backstage.
Even though they had practiced their music time and time again,
this was their first live performance, and there are no guarantees once you're under the spotlight.
They put their heads together in a huddle, and tried to tune out the world around them.
They focused all their energy on enjoying the music and giving the audience an amazing show.
All the bad attitudes, mean shouts, narrow minded critique they were sure to endure...
they pushed it all aside for now.
The lights came on and the stage lit up in a blaze of glory.
Countless fireflies zoomed under the trees and made a chaotic galaxy of stars over the venue.
Each band member got in place and took a deep breath,
exhaled
and played their asses off.
