rummaging through the clearance section of yet another gas station music section, i came across yet another nameless band. yet another one that no one would ever hear on the radio, another one a person has to go to those seedy clubs to see play. another one that no one has heard of. they'll never win a grammy. they'll sit at home in front of their tv with their wives or girlfriends or parents and cheer eminem on as he walks out with more than he can carry. they'll laugh.

they were good though, too good to be at home on the night of the grammies. it's not fair, not fair that their talent is going to go wasted, not fair that so many people won't know about them. i wanted to do something, anything, to help them.

hear their music. feel their words. join the club. join the movement. money and fame aren't the reason the steel puppies sing. they sing for me, they sing for you. they sing to make us happy.



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