The year: 1965.
Pauline, Pete and Larry weren't exactly taking NYC by storm. The folk trio thing wasn't working anymore. You had to be part of the British Invasion to make it. And so they became Pauline and the Thespians. They affected accents. Pauline grew waifish overnight, took center stage bathed in green light. Sang in gutteral whisper. Pete played bass. Larry was lead . Their music was jangly strummed; their lyrics were bleakly hopeful. They caught on. Who knows how far they'd have gotten had the bus not crashed?
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