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2004-10-27 - 10:32 p.m. A long time ago, in an era known as the late eighties/early nineties, I was infatuated with a local band called the Bimbo Shrineheads. I was particularly in awe of the singer/guitarist who used to dye and chop out chunks of her hair on stage in the middle of her performance. She sang amazing and beautiful songs through an old world war two throat mic while projecting images of warped barbie dolls behind her. I had the vinyl, I had the stickers, and I even had a little crush on the singer....until I found out she was my distant cousin!
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