Right when the band has hit it's peak you refuse to write any more protest songs. Instead you buy matching funkular uniforms for the band and write bass guitar heavy funk jams. The band is bullied into it and the audience fucking hate it. A whole generation feels betrayed. You are singled out as the ASSHOLE who broke up Black Circle. You are forever hated and you cannot get a break anywhere. You end up moving into a little trailer in the middle of the moaning desert to escape the hate.