a homeless dude playing sax and doing aerobics lying on grass,some random macho men holding bazookas(?) and dancing on cars roofs,and the artist (yep he is a paragraph alone) i need a page to describe how much i love this group!
i know it took 6 years for this revelation, but those are not bazookas, they're holding car parts (one holds the exhaust system, another one what looks to be a shaft and the third one a steel bumper guard)... which is even better than holding bazookas, if you ask me.
He is brilliant! When my grandmother listened to his music, she remembered the wonderful years of her youth and the wonderful unrequited love for the manager of the state farm, who always went to the store in his squeaky rubber boots in the morning for a bottle of vodka.
