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I'm glad you could come in, Dave.

Sit down. Now, as your accountant, I'm afraid I have some bad news.

What? Is my third ex-wife still complaining about her alimony?

After all I did for her.

No, no, no, I'm sorry, it's worse than that. You're broke. What do you mean? You're out of money, lad. You're busted. Skin. Poverty stricken. All your lines of credit are at their limit and your remaining credit cards. They're cooked as well. The ones that haven't already been suspended have been cut up. Or have gone into collection. You've spent every single cent you ever earned with the ban and then some. You're done, mate. I may have to sell you into slavery just so I can get paid myself. You mean, I'm poor? Look, when the ban broke up a few years ago, the money stopped coming in, but you kept spending it like it was.

You have dozens of creditors, landlords, and suppliers who are all screaming for your head on a stake. And let's not even talk about the government and your taxes.

What are taxes?

Exactly. Son, if you don't start earning again, you're going to end up sleeping in the park

and talking to the pigeons for the rest of your life. Oh, no problem, I'll just get the band back together. We do one of those triumphant reunion tours everybody's doing these days, and everything will be hunky-dory. Don't worry about it. Your drummer's dead. Oh, yeah. Oh, no problem, I'll just get me Santa filian. And that third ex-wife that got away because she ran away with your singer? No, it's a tough problem. Will that bygones be bygones? That's what I always say anyway. Well, whatever you do, do it fast. In fact, please leave by crawling out the window. There are some big guys in the lobby waiting to break your knees. Fuck. This is the ongoing history of new music podcast with Alan Cross.

Welcome again, I'm Ellen Cross, and this is the first part of an update on the reunion parade.

The bands who have, for whatever reason, decided to get back together despite all the things that drove them apart in the

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