If Only I Were a Musician... even a bad one
This is the hypothetical album cover for my fictional punk rock band. Its perfect!
If you don't recognize us, from left to right it's my kid sister Sarah, my mom sporting the Joan Jett/Mullet thing (that was in style at one time, or so she says), and me, on the tricycle, making like a demon child.
It would be called something lame like "Born Rebel" or "Raised Up Punk", and we would play loud and fast music with lots of distorted guitar, heavy bass, lackadaisical drumming and plenty of ill-timed rock screams, and it would be just ear-bleeding awful.
However, we would be revered by the hipsters in the Athens scene (if nowhere else) for our love of kitsch, keen sense of irony, and vast knowledge of bad pop art.
Plus, we'd make sure to always look great.
