We love to play the Garage. The place just fits us. Like a banana fits the hand the way god made it. Or how evolution made the Angraecum Sesquipedalian moth’s nectary fits the A. sesquipedale flower. What ever similie suits your fancy. We tried to write a song about both things but neither were very poetic. Nonetheless, our feelings for the Garage are pure. We will find the proper analogy and put it to some of the several chords we know sometime soon.