A lampshade in skin-tight, red speedos working his way on the bass guitar.

A tiny lead singer with a blackened eye, strange wig on his head, wearing a drum band jacket.

A rabbit on stage that plays the drums. 

And a naked men wrapped in black balloons just because he can..

Just a random selection from the circus ensemble that listens to the name Bonaparte*.

The band will take care of restful background music and serves us all when everybody is drunk and wants to play circus.

(*Not to confuse with N. Bonaparte, however we would not deny him entrance to our dinner. No sneakers allowed though, even for him. Rules are Rules.)