Guaranteed salary.
Those freak-mutants among us now have a far superior avenue for finding out about the music we're actually interested in, as opposed to the constant stream of pabulum streaming from any radio.
Brian Archer of Fat threw himself into the rope in something between a drunken stumble and a Huntington Beach strut, then crashed down the line, barely in control. The clubbers shirked away, stunned. They didn't know that this was the eve of the third annual DIY Bowling Tournament.