The Roscoe

Berlin, early 2013. A bar in Schöneberg. Smoke fills the air, people drown their sorrows in colorful beverages of alcoholic nature. Introduced by a common friend, two shapes, one quite tall, one rather petite, emerge from the cancerous mists. Berlinsson: "Hi, I sing" Clark Jr.: "Hi, I play guitar" Berlinsson tells the story of his entire life, much to the displeasure of everyone else in the room. He finishes and lights a cigarette. Clark Jr.: "Nice one, mate, form a band?" Berlinsson: "Yeah let´s form a band, nice one, mate" Clark Jr.: "Nice one, mate" - The End Two guitars, a voice and a hat. We lost the one with the holes. Amazon - http://tinyurl.com/mf5mf8f iTunes - http://tinyurl.com/neemzsf