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In about 2000, I auditioned for a three-piece band that had five songs written, which they sent to me in demo form, to learn.
They didn't like me because I didn't play with a pick. I didn't become their bass player.
One of the songs from their demo sometimes plays in my head. But here's the thing. The version in my head is not a demo. It's recorded and mixed properly. Over the years my memory has improved their shitty demo.
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