Imagine if you will that The Owl Watches was an actual touring band, complete with a less-than-competent Reuben Kincaid-like manager. Said manager gets the brilliant idea of booking the band for a 5 night engagement at a scientific outpost in Antarctica, where he assures them their career will reach a new level of greatness. Eventually, the band packs up its gear and winter clothes and boards a C-130 transport headed for The Frozen White South.
Once there, the first 2 nights go less than swimmingly, with the audience bleating out requests for Celine Dion, Slim Whitman and obscure Albanian coal miner's songs. Later, the band retreats to a secret storage room and discusses either firing their manager or staging an "accident". Sensing that his untimely demise may be imminent, the manager absconds with both plane and pilot, leaving our heroes stranded.
The scientists take pity on the hapless band after this bit of outrageous fortune, and radio for a new plane to get them back home. However, it won't be available for at least 2 days. Making the best of a bad situation, the band discovers a small radio station, Radio Free Antarctica a short distance away by dogsled. Radio Free Antarctica kept itself on the air against great odds, due in part to the generosity of the king of a small obscure island nation on The Dead Sea, and by station staffer siphoning gas for their generator from unsuspecting scientific outposts.
The last anyone knew, the band set up and recorded several new pieces that were being road tested or were in various stages of development, when during the last track, a horrific avalanche struck (which was rumored to have been deliberately started). The band's fate still remains a mystery, further compounding the mystery was the fact that the master tape reel was found several miles away by another expedition some months later. By some miracle, the tape survived and has been restored for your dining and dancing pleasure.