That shirt makes me want to continue my evil attempts to genetically fuse a goldfish with a fighting cock and mate the monstrous result with a giant squid.
We were in a private "loud" room thinking Sterling had gone off to take care of some business when he popped right in on us.
My son was riffing on Ozzy's Crazy Train and Sterling asked if we should crank-it up a bit for the riff. GC guitar-dude pumped-up the Marshall for us and we were rocking!
After a bit of wanking-around my son turned the Silo over to Sterling for a bit primo tutelage.