Posted: Jun 21, 2007 6:21 am
My tales are arrested because for a period (senior year in HS,I the year after) I didn't have any friends that were into what I was into, aside from Jason Rhea and Brett Cromwell, and I wasn't always able to drag them down to the Antenna. Even though th e bro-count was low, it was hard for me and my then-boiling social anxiety to hit a show by my self, but I did it (now, it's often the chosen method).
I hid in the back, and was one of the first out the door for G.G. Allin. I'm not even a blip on that videotape.
1. ANY Grifters show '91 - '95, especially if the Simpletones (ones) were opening. I tried not to miss any of that. A NOTE: Jason Rhea and I were arrested during the Grifters single release show for the Corolla Hoist 7". The cops not passing up a soul for a ride downtown. It was crawling with undercovers and I was blazing on mushrooms, wearing khacki pants and a solid red Target tee with a pocket. Eric O. looks at me dead in the eye (we were in the drunk tank) with "SO, everthing going ok??" That was the first time we'd ever spoken outside of ".50 is your change, enjoy that Knapsack LP" (or something). I was referred to as "the serious guy" The "Serious Guy" that only wanted LP's by bands that sounded exactly like Dinosaur and Husker Du (as a senior in HS)....
Backin it up: Jason and I had an hour-old Bud sitting in the middle of the table, watched some flashlights ping around up front and decided not to touch the beer until, at least 30 minutes later, I was thirsty. OUT OF NOWHERE the cops lifted me out of my seat by my boxers and heaved me out amongst the gazillion squad cars out front, where I found my home in the back with rather verbose crackhead.
Look, I think that's how it went, I just took two Ambien for bed time and this post took an hour and a half to finish.