I remember the days when they used to practice in the garage that was converted to the music room. I was probably around 9 or 10 at the time. We (Mike Rasche, my brother Gil) would wait for the band to take a break (they would leave and go to the store or somewhere) and we would start playing around with the instruments. We usually always got caught and were in trouble. Those were some great times.
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I remember the days when they used to practice in the garage that was converted to the music room. I was probably around 9 or 10 at the time. We (Mike Rasche, my brother Gil) would wait for the band to take a break (they would leave and go to the store or somewhere) and we would start playing around with the instruments. We usually always got caught and were in trouble. Those were some great times.
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