One thing that stands out, is when Lisan (ex-girlfriend) stabbed me
in the thigh with a knife as I was leaving (the club). She had some rather unconventional ways of dealing with life's trials
I was soooo drunk, that I didn't know it until I came to, the next day.......in
a bed full of blood!
About a week after the incident, I got a note from her, suggesting I get
a tetanus shot!
I do remember Glenn (the owner) and his horn of some kind.
Adding to Blair's drinking age stuff, NYC
clubs remained lax in their carding. I had changed my birthdate on my PAPER NY drivers license. Easy to do for me, I just
wet the 1 in front of the 3 until it disappeared. Then put it in a window wallet.
That was fine and dandy until I went to a Long Island club to see the Mosquitos in 1986. They
demanded to see the other half of the license, that I had in a box back at home. Never thought I'd need it. It was infuriating,
as I was twenty (at the time).
Sometime during the spring of '84 (I think...maybe later), I was invited
to co-DJ. I don't remember the gal's name, but she had a good sense of humor.
Well into the evening, I decided to spin a lovely ode titled "The Longest
Fart In The World". Many patrons were bemused. Those in the know were amused, what with the unmistakable phonics of a lot
of beans coming through the PA. Glenn came to the booth, hands clasped together in delight, and thanked me just for being
alive.
Click on player to hear "The Longest Fart"
