Blue Heart Records recording artist
In New York, some years ago, record producer/wonder-boy Bob Ezrin offered to send us small town hicks to one of the local sex clubs on his credit card, apparently a legit rock ‘n roll business expense. We all stuttered, stammered, giggled, and looked at our shoes for a few seconds, and politely passed on the offer. Didn’t get the record deal, either! It’s possible that I’m in the wrong business.