You're not missing much. They aren't so much rewards as they are the kind of offers you'd get as spam if you forget to uncheck the box that says "please send me special offers from other retailers" when you're signing up for a corporate mailing list. The deals and discounts section is the same stuff that's been on that page for months, some of which was discounted but is now regular price, others are just a 12+ track album for 12 nps.
Just out of interest, which bands would *you* want to share a meal with? Off hand, I can think of a large number that I'd rather saw myself in half with a rusty razor blade, and that's without counting all those who are no longer in a state to wield a fork. Perhaps an amusing time might be had with Nick Lowe or Joe Jackson, but why would they want to spend any time with random fans?
Which band would i like to share to share a meal with?
Ted-leather-stretching-Nugent, that's who...that way i would be able to reach across the
table and smack him upside the head with the entree for cruising these small town bait shops and fire arm emporiums to stir up the locals with talk about the size of their guns and the real meaning of "snakeskin cowboy."
sure, he'll probably unsheathe a bowie and field dress me on the spot; but not before i stuff a sizable portion of buffalo steak down his throat.
apparently he has always believed that the journey to the center of the mind starts with your head up your ass.
Actually I saw an episode of the Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations show where he did go hang out with the Nuge - and it kind of looked like a good time. They went to a target range and shot and blew things up - then went to all sorts of Texas barbecue places - politely discussed and disagreed about politics - then more shooting and barbecue.
maybe its the whole east coast mustard base vs tomato base thing, or maybe its the camera or maybe its i can't forgive him for anything he's done since 1973 or maybe its just the shooting and blowing up shit.
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Ted-leather-stretching-Nugent, that's who...that way i would be able to reach across the
table and smack him upside the head with the entree for cruising these small town bait shops and fire arm emporiums to stir up the locals with talk about the size of their guns and the real meaning of "snakeskin cowboy."
sure, he'll probably unsheathe a bowie and field dress me on the spot; but not before i stuff a sizable portion of buffalo steak down his throat.
apparently he has always believed that the journey to the center of the mind starts with your head up your ass.