by Glen L. Bledsoe
Each year an award ceremony is held in a private club where reporters are never invited and the invitees hail from an exclusive group of musicians who have been on a first name basis for decades. The purpose of the meeting is to determine who must "host" the dreaded life-sized Mick award and hang the Mick plaque on their wall for an entire year. The group is small enough (and getting smaller year by year) that the odds of having to house the monstrosity grows ever greater. The method for determining who is bound to provide shelter for the excrescence has never been revealed to the public. Insiders only suggest "you don't want to know." I guess the people don't get no satisfaction.
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