���No one knew exactly how it began, or what the catalyst for such an uncharacteristic outburst was, but while trapped in a fifteen passenger van in the middle of nowhere in the deep bowels of the night the band began a medley of hair rock power ballads and monster jams the likes of which would have made Sebastian Bach proud. In fact, his vocal acrobats were only some of the many reprised by the band in what amounted to a spirited recollection of favorites and rarities alike. Other bands included were Warrant, Slaughter, Europe, Ratt, Firehouse, and a generous portion of the Poison catalogue. Though some much loved groups were not included (Dokken, Judas Priest, and L.A. Guns to name a few) guitarist Jack Parker brought cheers with his spirited rendition of Stryper?s Shout at the Devil.
���Fast forward a week or so, on another trip through the harrowing night, in another fifteen passenger van, to a radio station with the uncanny ability to play just what you want to hear. On the afor mentioned night the band had taken part in discussions about a certain unnamable song written by a certain band hailing from Australia from the year 1981. This certain song had never been heard on the radio according to band members. But, as they rocketed towards a destination in the Heart of America, a certain unnamable song by a band hailing from Australia from the year 1981, a song previously unheard on the airwaves, came crashing through the speakers with reckless abandon. The band agreed that this was , in fact, a little too strange to be merely a coincidence.
���Which brings us to the event in question of a week ago. An event that brought the band in union with all the molecules of the universe for a single moment. In a moment no longer than the blinking of God?s eye, it all made since. A third trip in the depths of the night with only a radio to keep the band company. A radio that possessed the uncanny powers of telepathy. A radio that was playing nothing but new wave hits from the 80?s. As he was riding shotgun, jack of all trades and master of none Mike Hogan spoke aloud to the car ?my night would be complete if only they would play Come on Eileen by Dexy?s Midnight Runners!? Muffled agreements were heard throughout the vehicle, but no one expected anything to come of the request. The radio, however, had been listening. The voice of a lonely DJ came through the speakers a few minutes later. ?...And here is Come on Eileen by Dexy?s Midnight Runners, by request of Michael from Arlington...? The familiar violin and banjo riff filled the air as jaws hit the floor.
���No way this could happen! They all began to wander what the odds were that somewhere a Michael from Arlington was listening to this station and made a request for that particular song! A Michael that was not present in the car! It was a case against coincidence if ever there was one! For a split second, everything was in its right place, and the remaining four minutes were spent in sing along glee.
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