After the final chorus of "G-G-G-Go-Nuts," the Donut Prince lingers to touch his followers. One woman comes away from the experience visibly shaken. "They do it all for us," she says. "They don't make a dime. Every cent goes back into snacks."
As dozens of spent Snack-Rock fans make their way to the door, a woman who had come only to see the headlining Phantom Surfers stops me with a bemused look. "I don't know," she sniffs. "I don't think their music was that good."
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