At that time, there were not very many
rooms in Seattle that featured original music. And the Hall of Fame, while they did feature original
on the off nights, but with a few exceptions most weekends were still cover bands. Finally we were given a
weekend headline shot
at the University District Hall of Fame. Not the best
weekend -- early January -- but a weekend nonetheless. I really liked Girl Trouble from Tacoma and offered
them an opening slot.
In the audience that night was a singer from another local band, a guy
who wanted to be Iggy Pop, a guy who thought we weren't as cool as him.
While helping Girl Trouble load out he and his buddy stole French bread from the kitchen and threw pieces
all over our stage. Then once we started playing, they proceeded to drunkenly bash around.
They knocked over Kathy our ad artist and gave her a concussion. My girlfriend -- on the dance floor -- grabbed
the said singer in a neckhold. "You're outta here." Kathy had to go to a doctor
so I ended up having to negotiate with the club to get her covered on insurance.
Thanks, pal, you're really helping the scene. We finally get a weekend slot and try to bring in
another original band. Just what we need, since it invariably reflects on our judgement.
I called up the singer, "Sorry we were drunk, I can't remember." For years I fantasized about sending
him off on a false booking somewhere, 400 miles out to nowhere in the middle of Idaho, where he'd arrive to find
no gig and a loaf of french bread. Aah, but some fantasies never get realized.
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