Like scuffing a fresh pair of Ch

Nestled in between Jimi's E-chord when he chops off that mountain, and the moment Glenn Kotche is playing that 3/4 beat over Tweedy's 4/4 rhythm is where King Bee plays their Rock 'n Roll.
Caught up in hanging the overhead mic like Glynn Johns did over the kit before Bonham laid down "...the Levee". Just before the Beastie Boys used it on their hit track.
But all this is too deep for a town that needs more subs than it does tweeters.
In Miami, King Bee is a band lavishing in an uncool world.
The dives are too small, and the velvet rope just doesn't get it.
In response, they've created a traveling anti-venue, where all you need to be a member is a love for live music and a good time. Whether in an art gallery, under the laser light of a planetarium or in a warehouse with a couple of kegs, King Bee resonates to a capacity crowd.
Like scuffing a fresh pair of Chucks, little did we know, we just linked Miami to the rest of America.