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[Tomteriffic]

My bretheren in Spontaneous Collaborative Journalism:

it would appear that the Evil Minions of SDRAM are once again doing their evil upon poor unsuspecting hamsters. Time to call Harvey????

Check this out: Hamster Slave Musicians

[Theophylact]

Already posted ...

That music made by the hamsters is actually very cool.. I like it alot

[crazyray]

Harvey has communicated privately with this group's manager. He has assured this reporter that these hamsters are NOT slaves, but gainfully-employed working musicians. They further assert that the working conditions observed, while less than ideal, are in fact BETTER than what they experienced recently during a 2-week gig in a New Orleans cat house. In that place the audience can, at any time, decide to eat the band!!

[super gerbil]

why have I not been informed of this yet.

after all. I one of few rodents on techimo

[Knothead]

Originally posted by crazyray
.... what they experienced recently during a 2-week gig in a New Orleans cat house. In that place the audience can, at any time, decide to eat the band!!

[Harvey Voice]

"Yeah, it was a scene outta Aldous Huxley, except without the LSD. Blind Lemon Hamster got up in front of the mike, whipped out a Hohner Marineband harmonica and blew a tune so blue, you needed shades just to snap your fingers to it...oh, baby, yeah...

Stevie Ray Hamster was busting out with a lead line on his Gibson .05, but it was the low-down bass line that Jaco Pastohamster was pounding out on that Fender Jazzmaster that caught the attention of the feline fiends...

What happened next, I can't forget; except to say, I hope them cats brought dental floss, because when those fur-bound bastiches were done, the band was playin' soprano, if you know what I mean...

A bad fate for some cool cats...I mean,Hamsters...

I moved on...

[/Harvey Voice]

[Tomteriffic]

[Harvey Voice]

I scooted out of there pronto, working my way down the neon-swept, rain-bathed street, sticking to the shadows and keeping one hand on my trusty .01 caliber. My mood and what was going down in the street were about as good a fit as a fish riding a bicycle. Everywhere I looked, I could see legs.... legs that went clean up to heaven.

But I wasn't havin' none of it. The last words of Blind Lemon Hamster kept ringing in my ears:

My baby ain't in the wheel no mo'
I'm tellin ya, life is hard
I chew paper all day, and when I'm gone
They'll toss me in the back yard.

I got da Browwwwwns
I got da Browwwwwns real bad....

[/Harvey Voice]



Oh, knot, that was actually a Gibson ES.05 he was playin'.....