As a personal excercise in self-entertainment I spent my lunch hour imagining what the house band in hell would be like for me.
A few elements were pretty easy to imagine.
Start with Bob Marley. As his back-up singers he has those Scottish clods The Proclaimers.
His rhythm section is made up entirely by Linda McCartney.
And they only know two songs - both by Peter Frampton. They keep playing "Baby I Love Your Way" and threaten constantly to start playing "Show Me the Way."
Sound a little thin musically? Exactly.
The opening act would have been an All-Star jam with Pearl Jam, Springsteen, The Clash, REM, and The Police... and I missed it.