And Now, Your Moment Of Liliputian Indie Zen
In which the Plain Parade gals hover over the city, protecting us from having to play at The Khyber, keeping our indie ethics oh-so-in-tact, and vehemently enforcing the two-week no-compete rule. When they look at us, they don’t see ants ó they see little rock stars. They are not here to control us. They are merely here to tell us how truly great we are. But woe betide the imp who talks shit about them on his/her blog or message board. Woe betide! (Cue harp music.)
