The band I managed got to open for The Bangles at the Keystone Berkeley in the early/mid-80s (because my brother was the booking manager). I got to meet all of the girls, which was pretty boner-worthy, but I was more fixated on Micki Steele at the time.
You're fucking shitting me that you can read that Darko drivel and either understand anything of value, or respect anything that you can possibly understand.