You know, the cheesy cable series that profiled rock bands, focusing on the seamier aspects of stardom and the seemingly inevitable fall from grace.

It has long been a screwball wish of mine that I could have appeared on one of those installments and said something like "Well, I know there was a lot of tension" or "Yes, I did see drugs."

I would spill all that reluctantly, of course.

I blame my older cousins for denying me that opportunity.

When I was about 11, they had a garage band and made a demo record. My brother didn't think much of it, but I thought their song was pretty cool.

Their band was named after a 1960s car model, but I can't remember which one. Chevelle maybe.

Anyway, they did not make it big. So I never got that call asking me to go before the camera and grimly testify that, yes, there was indeed a power struggle between my Cousin Dave and Uncle Roy. And coked out girls right and left.

Of course, I was in no position to know. Our families lived several states apart. I saw my cousins once a year.

But as I recall, actually knowing what you were talking about was never a requirement for appearing on "Behind the Music."

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