Ah- the Upstage. I miss that place. Bad sound- great atmosphere. Our first time playing with a band we had heard of- Foetus. Jim Thirwell hung out by himself at the bar the whole night. I wanted to get a picture of me with him but his ego emitted an invisible force field that was impenetrable. Rumors were about that Lydia Lunch was there hanging out- but I didn’t see her. Too bad. I would have really liked to have told her how much I enjoyed watching her give Nick Zedd a blowjob in that Richard Kern film. Despite audience accounts –we thought the show went horribly. Gear problems had reached a new zenith. Naturally I got mad- I threw the propane tank off the stage- almost hitting 2 girls- after the worst rendition of ‘Lucky 7’ ever. Then I hit Hugh the bar-back with the water-cooler jug. The second we finished the city was engulfed in torrential downpour which was the perfect cherry on top for a woeful evening. 

-Darren