One didn’t have to be over sixty thousand years old to truly appreciate the outstanding sound and adroit line-up that made Queen. Although, he supposed it did help in certain aspects. He smiled at Wolf and shrugged modestly. “Oh, I only really know the hits and big names. I’m sure you could find a Rolling Stone Magazine just as useful. They’ve got the top singers, guitarists, albums, everything and anything you could think of listed in them. Unfortunately they don’t sell them here but I do have a subscription. If you’d like, I could always let you borrow issues. I have way too many as it is. I’m thinking I make a collage out of them at some point but…” But he was rambling again. Oops. Genie quickly turned his attention back to Wolf and smiled apologetically.

At Wolf’s idea of starting a band, the genie raised his brows with interest. “Intriguing.” He said, stroking his chin in thought. “We’ll need costumes. Bright, flashy, fabulous costumes! And smoke, and fire, and high heeled boots!” The idea excited him. Poor Wolf had probably gotten himself in deeper than he had imagined. “I can see it now! We’ll post auditions at the local supermarket – not that we can’t be a two man band. There are plenty out there! The White Stripes, the Black Keys, Flight of the Concords...”