I was in Mexico many many many moons ago and there was a band called The Sierra Madre.
They were like punk bandas doing mostly Springsteen covers and traditional latin. I think were all actually from the US. The lead singer was called Treasure well he probably wasn't really called treasure -- he was probably called Juan or Pablo but he called himself Treasure. Anyway we were doing a bit of a road trip and bumped into them twice in two different but equally donkey-loving motel bars. The second time he recognized us -- one of the group was a stereotype lobster-colored tourist so we didn't exactly blend in -- and we got talking during their break. They apparently played five nights a week across California and Mexico. I asked if anything had ever gone badly doing that much work and Treasure said "Bad gigs? We don't need no stinking bad gigs."
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