Around the time the Los Angeles Rams left Anaheim, California in the early 90s, I went with a group of high school friends to see some crappy ska band at an all-ages club in Fullerton. One of the opening acts was a group called The Roundabouts — I didn’t care for the band that much, but the lead singer could sing. You didn’t have to like it, but you could tell he was going to be famous one way or the other. Years later, they got a record deal and changed their name to Kara’s Flowers and their album faded in obscurity.