Many musical seasons ago, during the silly hair band era of the mid 1980's, a young, long haired, dirty hippie Gadfly lived with some peeps of whom one was the "manager" of a local rock band that went by the name 'Ragdoll.'
They weren't that great of a group, musically speaking, but they put on a decent (as in loud) stage show and had a nice little following of groupie babes who followed them around on the Sunset strip to clubs like Gazzarri's, The Troubador and The Whisky a Go-Go. The Gadfly, by virtue of his friendship with the "manager" got free passes to many of these clubs over a year or so period of time before the group and the "manager" went their separate ways. Oh those were the fun, naughty days of summer . . . .
Anyhow, The Gadfly ran across this video of an ass-kicking Australian group named 'Ragdoll' on one of his favorite hard rock websites and thought he would share it as a nice way to shake the work week's cobwebs out of you, the dear reader's, minds. Enjoy:
----TFG
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