I do remember Glenn (the owner) and
his horn of some kind.
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 (the owner) came to the booth, hands clasped together in delight, and thanked me just
for being alive.