When I first met my wife she was trying to get a band together. Her bass player was just like this, only prettier. She had this bitchen two-tone early 50s ford convertible, that way she could fit the huge bass in it's case in a back seat, sticking out way up high. Those two got WAY TOO drunk together, so even though they had songs and could music, they never really did. Pity, they were halfway decent, while all of my projects were pretty much deliberately crap. Man, good times.