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Nicholas Stuart and Hugh Masterson know something about the old gypsy curse.
 
2008: The Wildbirds fulfill the promise of coast-to-coast wowing and a big label deal with “Golden Daze,” which belongs on any shortlist of the best Milwaukee albums. Steven Van Zandt features “Suzanna” on one of his “Underground Garage” compilations. ESPN plays “421” during X Games promos. The band gives an old bus one of those Willie Nelson biofuel makeovers and heads West for more shows, more fans, more record sales, and maybe some road trip anecdotes to build album number 2 around.

And it’s at just that moment — that big moment every band dreams about from the second they clear mom and dad’s car out of the garage for their first practice — that the Wildbirds fell apart. Tensions and tour stress simmered. Two thousand miles passed like two million. The bus broke. The label went broke. The band went broke, played its shows, and then broke up.

Be careful what you wish for.
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