We thought it would be fun to go to the thrift store and buy outfits for a night out on the town. Each fashion ensemble had to be under ten dollars, that was the challenge. We were quite successful, it's San Francisco after all, and homeless, rock 'n' roll chic is everywhere, including the Salvation Army. After we suited up, the test was to be admitted into a ritzy cocktail lounge (Top of the Mark) with our discount duds. We told the bouncer, and everybody else too, that we were in a band called Apache Dream. We explained that we were quite indie, and that no one had heard of us... yet. We went on to explain that our new album, The Extraordinary Bombardiers was coming out the next day and we were celebrating. A group of suited VCs (venture capitalists) offered to buy us a drink. We said we should buy them all drinks, laughed (hoping they wouldn't take us up on our offer), and then accepted their free drinks. After two complimentary rounds (I drank Vespers because that's what James Bond drinks) we left our new admirers, saying we were off to a private listening party. They said they'd look out for Apache Dream. We said we would too, and made our exit.
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