The Bad Moms Club Needs A Mascot. I Think This Guy Will Do Nicely
Meet Marston, Lord of the Cello.
We met Marston on the street in Palm Springs, where he had planted himself in front of his own wind machine – because you just cannot really claim to be awesome if you don’t have your own wind machine – and was rocking out on his six-string cello. His gold-look chest plate and head band and flowing leather coat made it clear that he meant business, and what a business it was:
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If sperm whales were metalheads, this is the music that they’d listen to. It’s the Embodiment of Epic Romanticism.
We’re in love, people. Gods help us.
(Our California ‘Mama Needs A Break’ Getaway is courtesy of California. We love California. The Lord of the Cello, Fingers of Flame, was really just a bonus.)
I will now add a wind machine to my list of must haves. And maybe a permanent key light that makes my hair all glowy.
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