It's not so much what, but who. You see, fan is short for fanatic, but that is only the beginning for members of the Pond Squad. To truly understand the mystical creatures known as the Pond Squad you need to first understand a few things about them.
You have not lived until you've partied with the Pond Squad! Our shows are fueled by their insatiable thirst for rock 'n' roll! The Squad pumps an intensity into the show not experienced in any other bar-band setting. Imagine English Soccer Hooligans...then, crank up the enthusiasm, double the loyalty, eliminate the violence, and make them attractive...NOW you're starting to get the picture. Dance floors fear them for the pounding abuse suffered under the perpetual stomp. Bar owners love them (as long as their liquor suppliers can keep up).
Trivial things like day jobs and age differences are checked at the door when an RMBP show rolls into town. When that first note hits — BAM — the Squad bands together and becomes the sixth and quite possibly most important member of the Rocky Mountain Beaver Pond. Without the Pond Squad there is no Rocky Mountain Beaver Pond. Period.
They feed on a combination of high octane rock and top shelf alcohol (They have famously massive appetites for both).
They travel in packs...large packs.
This species is made up of equal parts beautiful women and hulking, muscular men.
Saturday night is their favorite time of the week.
Sunday morning is their least favorite.
They are marvelous dancers...sometimes even magical.
They are stage crashers...I'm not going to lie they love to be on stage! LOVE, to be on stage!
They are enemies of foot pedals and floor monitors, and other evil tripping devices.
> Do you think you're qualified? Then welcome aboard.
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