I think I’ve talked about this before, but my brother and I had a “band” in the 80s (didn’t everyone) called The Jackers. Our hook? We wore jackets. Also, we played plastic badminton rackets as guitars and sang into a Fisher Price radio-tunable microphone. We played our gigs on the staircase landing in our house in Bellevue off Sawyer Brown Road. It was, in a word, awesome.