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Steph & the Mimiettes ready for the show. That's Greg's finger over the flash. |
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Plenty of stuff on sale. You can still buy it. |
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Lunch Lady Records president Greg in his pimp hat. |
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The whole ensemble. |
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Michael swinging the axe. Jacket not required. |
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Steph towards the end of her two-hour bravura singing performance. Eyelashes are still on, and still fake. |
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David Wilson poses for a picture. |
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David Ross pounds the drums. OK, you caught us; this is from the last show. But none of the new ones with him in his slick black shirt and white tie came out. Just like a drummer to be underexposed. |
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Steph outs her pregnancy. |
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A Bosch portrait of the ferocity that is MF. |
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Where did I see you? I saw you on the Me-eh-tro. Back when the fare was less than two bucks. |
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Show's over. Buy a CD, wouldya? |
