**AITA for Telling My Bandmates They Peaked in 1987 and Now We're Just a Geriatric Karaoke Act?**

AITA for telling my bandmates they peaked in 1987 and now we’re just a geriatric karaoke act?

So, first of all, TL;DR: I’m the lead singer of a moderately successful 70s rock band. We’re planning a “comeback tour” for our 847th farewell tour, and my guys wanted to do a deep, “artistic” setlist. I, being the voice of reason (and god), said, “Absolutely not. We’re playing ‘Walk This Way’ until your grandchildren develop tinnitus.”

Now, here’s where I might be the asshole. Last rehearsal, I showed up in a top hat covered in feathers and a scarf made of boa constrictors. I started yodeling the intro to “Dream On” while doing a dramatic pratfall. The bassist (who has no sense of irony) got mad and said I was “making a mockery of our legacy.”

I laughed and said, “Bro, our legacy is making Aerosmith songs sound like they’re being sung by a Muppet on helium while you guys look like the cast of Cocoon if they started a cover band. We are a parody of ourselves. Lean into it.”

Anyway, the drummer stormed out. Now the management is worried I’m “burning bridges.” AITA for telling the truth? Or are they just jealous they don’t have a $500 scarf budget?

Edit: Thanks for the awards, you beautiful degenerates. Also, yes, I’ve already hired a TikTok choreographer. We’re doing a remix of “Janie’s Got a Gun” with a vape god and a geriatric twerking segment. Mark my words.