Rock joined friends Joe and Sonny at a bar on Dickson Street in Fayetteville. When he arrived, there was a band playing from a stage in an adjacent room. Their song ended, and Joe turned to Rock. "All right, man, it's your turn," he said.
"Do what?"
"We're playing a game, Rock," Sonny explained. "The whole bar is. When it's your turn, which it is right now, you read the name of the band on the album cover right there in front of you, and if that band happens to be here, they'll play whatever song you want."
Rock just then noticed a tattered 1960s Moody Blues album cover between his arms on the table. People Rock's age commonly kept records like this packed away by the hundreds in attics and garages all around the civilized world.
"Just announce to the bar something like, 'Are the Moody Blues here?' " Sonny said. "And don't be embarrassed. Everyone in here's been doing it all night."
"OK," Rock said, and then loudly. "Are the Moody Blues here?"
He was confident they would be, but he heard no immediate response and was disappointed after a walk through the two rooms and a glance at the stage revealed they weren't.
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