shabletha: traveling gnomes

If you were essentially a one hit wonder band with a loyal, although small, devoted fan base and you struck it big earning a gold record with your most radio friendly single, what would you do with it? I mean the record - you know you actually get a gold record when your record goes gold, although I am not sure that it is made out of real gold. Presumably you don't get real platinum records when you go platinum, but it sure would be a lot cooler if you did. OK - so hold that thought. You would take your Gold Record - the one sign of popular success after all those nights playing in smoky dive bars with people more interested in the video poker machine than they were in your music - and you would do _____ with it.

OK - now imagine that you are a ragged out fan of a do nothing band that made it big with one hit single, and all of a sudden the same posers from school who used to make fun of you for listening to weird indy california fruity music are the guys showing up with brand new t-shirts from the band and cranking the same hit radio single out of their never-seen-the-mud rag top jeep with brush guards that daddy bought them for their 16th birthday. You tough it out, knowing that your band would never really sell out - it was just the big music industry moguls polluting the essence of the music's soul. And sure enough, a few later when the band is mentioned most often as the answer in Trivia on tuesday nights at at the local bar & grill, the band is still appreciative for its loyal fans who stuck with them. So one night, one of the band members has some fans over at his house and they are playing fooseball in his garage . . .

Well, if the band was Toad the Wet Sprocket and you were drummer Randy Guss, you would but the Gold Record on the line. And if you were the fan that won the gold record, you would travel the world uniting Toad fans and start this website: