I beg your pardon? I resent that suggestion! Why, only last night I forsook the pleasures of keyboard tapping and took myself off to the local golf club where me and a few friends tried to get ourselves black-balled* even before applying for membership!
I'm the low-slung, cool bass player on the left showing the manic young pretender on the right the way home! He, by the way, has been the designated driver for more rock parties than you could shake a stick at, having bussed the world's top acts all over Europe!
*Please look this up before you make any assumptions about what it means!