And of course, the people who don't give a fuck, or as Dan said don't even give a fuck about giving a fuck, who are just cranking out music on their own terms.
I imagine it set as the last gig of some local hot-boys-in-tight-pants band, hair dripping into their eyes. They'd lost their clothing company sponsorship maybe, or one of them got in a real band in L.A., so this was their last big hometown hurrah. They think it's "The Last Waltz", but you know it's "A Mighty Wind".
That scene deserves a good long hard sarcastic razor-born look. Some of the music is good, but every time I'm in with that bunch again I keep thinking "What the HELL are you guys going on about? You're not all that! If you are, what the fuck are you doing in Costa Mesa?"