RAVE - Bust a Move ... and an Ankle?

I don't know whether it's invigoratingly original, or desperately depressing, but my great friend Bill and I have been trading ideas on how 2 aging lotharios can make some extra green, legally.

My stream is technical, marketing-driven. Bill's is more free-form. If he sees something on TV that looks easy, or it's currently being done badly, he thinks "we could do that!".

His latest thread is born out of music. Bill contends that if a band on Letterman or Leno sounds like tom cats being neutered with rusty pliers, then we can do much better. Not neuter cats, of course, but make noise for audiences that no know no better.

At least Bill can play the guitar. The last musical instrument I learned was the harmonica, at school. 

But forget about the music. Bill has already worked out our image.

He doesn't remember who's bodies he stole for the image, but it looks like he pasted our faces on Bros, for those of you who might remember Matt and Luke Bros, who briefly occupied the UK charts in 1988.

Forget that he looks like an effeminate Richard Branson, and I look like someone out of breath from trying to get his jeans buttoned. Look at the vitality. The passion. Doesn't it make you wish you were back in the 80s?

Now, all we need is a name*. And some musical talent.




* Throbbing Gristle has already been taken.