So you start up your own super group. You name it Bowl Better Orgy. You have Andrew Mcfing on electric bass and a couple guys from The Cryptic Candy Band on drums and keyboard. The sound is a bright popping pop-rasta thing. You grow long clear dredlocks. The band's first album FUCK YOU BLACK CIRCLE goes to number one and it stays there for 18 months. Your band is the biggest band of the decade. your music defines a generation. And you are so fucking rich you buy the rights to Black Circle's whole catalog. You refuse them the rights to play their own songs live on stage. They have to start with a whole new set list fresh after gathering material for 30 years. ha ha, suck it you tell them in a late night drunk call.