This is Google's cache of . Google's cache is the snapshot that we took of the page as we crawled the web. The page may have changed since that time. Click here for the current page without highlighting. Google is not affiliated with the authors of this page nor responsible for its content. These search terms have been highlighted: smelly melt banana 11/7/97 Anderson Indiana This was the worst show of the tour. It was in a small town, the show was in a record store. It was real depressing. Melt Banana played the worst I ever seen them. I knew it would happen, but after all those great shows in a row I wasn't ready for them to suck. I made a list of all the reasons they sucked this night. Agata got his first nose bleed. But for me I was feeling like I suffered and endured more pain then any of them. For One I kept going even when the van broke down. I understood the scene in America and the language, I had to Argue for money every night. So given this I spent my time being pissed off that they sucked so I listed all the reasons why I thought they might suck at this show. Were they sick? Were they on the rag? Was it the food? What was that? I have never seen them suck so much! Was it the equipment? Mental Fatigue? Tired, Dirty, What was it? Paint it Black was great, they crowd loved it. Was it only 30 people in attendance? I fixed your boots, cant you rock hard? The kids loved it, but they did not know you sucked tonight. Was your under wear to tight? I was working my ass off. This is what you give? 50% fuck it. I know Melt Banana is better that this. After the set, I tore down. I told them they sucked. I acted like I was going to kick the guitar in half. Bust it to pieces. They didn't deserve a hotel. I didn't care if Agata was sick or not. They sucked and didn't work hard enough for this show. We slept in the store on the stage and woke up early to leave for Pittsburgh. 11/8/96 A another campus show. We meet a cool band this night. Arab on Radar. I liked the singer a lot. But the show was a typical bull shit collage show. Nice equipment and nice people who could not run sound. The food was good I ate well. I drove my ass off to get here. I was still breaking my ass. The set was way better tonight. Even with the bad P.A. YaSuKo gave it all she had. The band rocked again. I felt like a FUCKING gym coach at this point. We stayed with some P.C. punkers in a cold house. But it was fine. The next morning I plugged in aol and checked the mail. Andrew Weiss got us a show at CBGB's. I woke up the band and told them it was a 8 hour drive, if they wanted to play the show we had five minutes to decide. Ten minutes to pack up the van and get out on the road. They were still asleep, tired and still in shock about The Anderson show. I was all over it, get over it I said. It will take us about ten hours to get to CBGS's from here. I know how to get there, lets go. The band decided not to go. The Philadelphia show was canceled. One more day off. 11/9/96 HEADROOM Recording. I wanted to head toward Boston. We are going to record with Bill T Miller of HEADROOM Recording. They took their time getting ready. Finally we were off. It was an eighteen hour drive. I drove most of the way, we slept in the early morning after a long nights drive. I stopped at a camping spot and it was quite and away from the highway. I left the Van running with the heat on and slept sitting up. But most of the time the FUCKING van was moving. It was another crazy drive, marathon style.We arrived early morning 11/10/97 in Boston and I slept while They tried to find Bill or Yashu. Mr.Bill T. Miller Of HEADROOM Recording 11/10/96 HEADROOM Recording. The basic tracks went fast. Bill was fun to work with. I had to sleep during this period. I was bushed from driving this madness. As far as we were from California, there was no turning back now. After sleep and strange dreams, I talked with Bill. He seemed real excited about the recording. He warned us about the bad neighborhood and we went off to find Yahsus house. At this point in the tour The band was starting to get worn down. But they had to keep up the pace just so they could record. The ball was in their quart, sort of. This recording was something they had to live with, the rest of their life. 11/11/96 HEADROOM Recording. The next day we did small amounts of over dubs and vocals. Went right into mixing the 8 songs. Bill was ready and full of M & M's. Everyone seemed happy. I was craving for Pizza. So Melt Banana found a nice Pizza place and we ate a lot of pie. Back at Yashus house we talked and I worked on the Muskegon story. I called home to find out that there was some major trouble with the law and my house mates in San Francisco. Oh Boy the joys of touring. 11/12/96 HEADROOM Recording. The Mix was done, the tapes were over. Now it was time to be guest on OBE crazy Rock & Roll frenzy. Everyone plugged in and went nuts, we spent hours jamming around the works of the Genius Bill T. Miller. Melt Banana laid some Guest tracks over a PLAINFIELD tape, it was one of the coolest things Melt Banana ever did for Smelly. At this point the van was broke into. We lost 100 T-shits, 75 CD's and all the tools to fix the van. I did my best to get Melt Banana a price break on the recording. Bill swung a great deal in Melt Banana's favor. I worked out a T-shirt trade for some heavy remixes of these Melt Banana & PLAINFIELD tapes. The man was great to work with. He loved to talk and kept all of us smiling. Even after the damage of stolen goods. A list of the stolen items THIEF 11/13/96 New York CityThe Knitting Factory. Well I started to be real quite about this time. I felt like an alien around these melt Banana kids by this time. Just the way they could shut me out by speaking Japanese. I understood their faces, but while driving I couldn't see their eyes. I never told them How much I hated the East Coast. But I really do. It's cold and brutal, the people are jaded old scenesters. I was bummed about Boston Theft. I let my guard down for just one time on the tour and The evil reaper came into my life. The Nazi from Muskegon showed up to Night. I like him. He drove out to New York City by himself to see Melt Banana. Well besides the fact he was on a mileage run for his bike gang. We ate great Indian food tonight. I loved it. Melt Banana loved it. Sudoh got the hottest raw pepper of the tour. He was on fire, so he spit it out. I ate it and felt great. Lots of coffee tonight. Three stages. I watched the other bands. One was a John Zorn Cover Band. Discordance Axis was supposed to play the bill tonight. But NOAB fucked them over. I played with the clubs Computers. The night seemed real cool. But I knew we had to go back up to Boston and the east Coast was still in the beginning stage. I hide the beer from all the sleazy back stage mongoloids. The ones who come back saying we love you Melt Banana, can we drink your beer? New York Is Full Of Losers Like This. I was real quite, until Jim Fetus showed up. High as all get up. His eyes were dilated and glassy. He stunk of booze. He emiditly started kissing on the Melt Banana girls. Smooth Rock Star. As timid as they were they did nothing to prevent the pervert. Then He started talking German, to The Japanese kids. By the sounds of it he could not speak German at all and he was drunk. I was disgusted, so I left the room. I wanted to kill this man. He'd only been there for a few minutes. The worst kind of local hero. And then there was John Chan a rich kid who was arrogant. Both kinds in the back room. Where is Todd NUGENT when you need him? The set was great. Probably the best one since Eugene Oregon. The band was smoking. Agata was on fire. The fans went nuts. Slam dancing broke out. A few people got bashed up. This feed the band, the band feed the audience. It started to get real a sharp edge to things. I thought a fight would break out soon. Well several did. I did nothing about it until I saw Jim Fetus was involved in a hassle. I wanted to break it up for Melt Banana, but on the other hand I wanted him to get his ass beat. Well he did, then I stepped in. The fight was all most over, I got in between Jim and the other man. Jim decided to hit me. he was punching like a girl. Just barley hitting my neck, like a kitten with a ball of yarn. I thought he was just playing around. Then he spat in my face. That was it. I blasted him in the nose and he fell to the ground. I told his friend Brian that I was trying to help. Then Brian told me my neck was cut. I had two cuts on my neck. One big cut and another small cut. It was from loser fetus and his Rock Star rings. I then told Brian that Jim was going to get hurt in the back room after the show. I knew he would be there. The smooze fest was not over and nether was the fight. I couldnt believe Melt Banana were friends with a man like this? The Music was over soon after this event. I went to the back room after turning off the amplifiers and putting the guitar away. There he was, my victim. I jumped into his face and told him it was time for him to die. He said he was going to stab me. I was asking him if he was H.I.V. infected? This started to really bother him. I think he is! I told him he cut my neck, If he was H.I.V. then he should tell me. He told me he was going to stab me again. I grabbed him with both hands around his throat. Threw him to the ground and beat his head against the floor. The whole time I was foaming at the mouth telling him he was the one going to die. He started to choke and turn purple. His girl friends were begging me to stop. Finally I let him go, just after he had passed out from lack of air. The Nazi from Michigan was laughing. I didnt know but he watched the whole fight go down. I was real pissed off now. That was to easy, Jim Fetus was like fighting a drunk 12 year old. Now I was mad at myself and Melt Banana. I tried to get Jim thrown out of the Club but the Knitting Factory would not do it. He was a local hero and I was just a redneck on tour with a band from Japan. I went up to YaSuKo and told her to FUCK OFF. GO DIE. I was going to leave them in New York. I was so mad that they would even be friends with a man like this. The latter to stardom is full of men like this. If this is what they Melt Banana were all about, then I wanted nothing to do with them any more. I told YaSuKo to get the money. The club was going to call the cops on me. We were to load out and leave in five minutes or I was going to leave Melt Banana in New York. I just could not understand why they wanted to be friends with this man? With the language barrier and my raging anger, YaSuKo had no Ideal why I was mad. I explained to John Chan how I felt and he started to explain to Melt Banana what happened. No matter what I did I was wrong. I was just trying to help Melt Bananas friend. And that was wrong. I should of just stayed out of the whole fighting mess. No one came on stage. I just tried to help Jim because he was Melt Bananas friend. Being a nice guy is not my job or style. We drove the Nazi across town. Later that night we drove to New Jersey to sleep at John Chans Parents house. I refused to sleep in the same room with Melt Banana this night. I was thinking of driving away. Calling it quits with these rock star lovers. If that was who they really were, Then I wanted nothing more to do with Melt Banana. 11/14/96 The Middle east Boston. On the drive down from Boston I saw 11 U.F.O.s Agata saw 7 of them. They were hiding in the pollution and scamping quickly across the skies. The electrical plants were good cover for them. Everyone was up early this morning. I don't think YaSuKo and Agata slept much. They were worried about my attitude. Sudoh was taking his sweet time in the bathroom. John Chan Had to get to work. I wanted a quick shower and to was my wounds. They started to feel infected and dirty. YaSuKo was still very upset. All I wanted to do was get To Boston and start a new show. It took us awhile to communicate, but I think they understood how I felt about rock Stars? I'm not all that sure? But I tried to compare friends of ours who are famous to this creator Jim Fetus. Back in Boston after a hassle of a drive. This night started three nights with God Is My Copilot.The Extreme opposite of Rock Starts. Down to earth people with cool music and political thoughts. Their sound check was great, But their set was awful. God Is MY Copilot was going to be fun. The Middle east feed you Falafels. They were great. The P.A. Sucked. We recorded this night. It was real FUCKING cold out. Rika and I talked awhile over the T-shirt stand. I went for a long walk trying to cool my mind off. I was still mad about New York. Agata had a bad guitar chord this night. It showed. The whole band had problems when his Guitar would cut out. Bill T Miller of HEADROOM was there. Was a great night. to be spent with Bill.Some asshole kid kept arguing for a cheap Cop Killer T-sgirt. He first gave these posters as a gift to Melt Banana. Then later that night he tried to make it as if it was a trade item. Indian Giver. I made him argue the whole night, right down to the end. God Is My Copilot were disgusted with this man. When It was all over, he paid five bucks for the T-shirt. We ate shitty food across the street then we left for one more Night at Yashos apartment. 11/15/96 Fort Thunder Providence Rhode Island. A squat. A shit hole. A place with no heat. Dirty, flee bitten dogs and a lot of punkers. They silked screen in this ware house. I went to Dunking Doughnuts to get warm. We ate great Italian food with God Is My Copilot. The Arab on Radar people showed up. There were two different scenes here tonight. The dirt punks and the collage indie rockers. The Dirt punks had dumpster dive in the Dunking Doughnuts trash. There was a big ol table of stale doughnuts. I ate a few. After working as a butcher you can eat any thing. The Melt Banana kids were terrified of this old food. They told me there was mold on it. n So I ate one in front of them. The space had about fifty mattresses spread around the room. Kids were jumping on them and jumping over the table of doughnuts. All of this dirt and dust started to rise. I laughed, what a pig pen. I spilled coffee on me, I laughed so hard. We recorded live this night. It was way FUCKING cold. Rika was having problems keeping her fingers warm. God Is my Copilot sucked tonight.The P.A. sucked. Melt Banana played a good set tonight. After Boston they had to play good tonight. We slept at Erics house. very clean and warm. In the morning we ate kosher food and went to the music store. 11/16/96 Wesleyan University Middle town Connecticut Homo Core. This is were Melt Banana learned about Homo core. We had played several Homo Core shows by this time. But Now they started to check into it. Maybe a bit fascinated by this. I called home today to find out more bad news about the law and my room mates. OUCH! It was an early show. So we arrived early. Ate some food and watched The Night Mare Before Christmas on video tape. Go Is My Copilot was playing there last show with us tonight. Their parents came out to the show. God Is My Copilot played well this night. Melt Banana played a shitty set. Not so good. Starting to show the fatigue of touring. The pizza sucked I lost the keys to the van in the stair well. Agata found them. After I ripped all the locks off the doors. I spent most of my time on a huge swing hanging from a very large tree. There was no where to stay tonight. We drove in the night air to Baltimore. Arrived early morning and got a motel 6. It was so FUCKING cold, the windows were frosted on the hotel rooms. 11/17/96 Memory lane Baltimore Maryland All ready in town. We had no problem going to the club early. The strangest thing happened this night. We got to the club, a shitty run down industrial part of town. The doors were unlocked. No one was inside. We were there for a long time, no one showed up. Money in the cash register, Booze behind the bar, Marshal amplifiers in the corner. The whole thing was wide open for a thief. I told Melt Banana that this was wrong. In all my years, I had never seen this. Not once. The club was free for the taking. I got them inside and told them about zombies and vampires. Then I locked them in the club all alone. They couldnt get out. Finally they got out. We decided to go eat then come back. After food we showed up and one person was here. The promoter. I told him about the door being unlocked and that we answered the phone twice.He was pissed off at who ever left this club unlocked. I saw a lot of GROTUS graffiti.This club was filthy. My feet were stuck to the floor.There were some straight edge kids who showed up from Washington D.C. tonight. The opening band was great. Human Thurma They stoked me. I watched them with great intent. I loved them. Kind of Melvins meets Scratch Acid. They were by far the best band on the whole tour. The second band sucked. Agata was good tonight. The others fell short of being as great as he was this night. We recorded live.The food was bad, The club was dirty and cold, I made four wrong turns, Got a flat tire and this took until daylight to get back to the hotel. The worst part, it was only a five minute drive. I was not very happy. I scared the Melt Banana kids again after they kept laughing about the wrong turns I had made. I wanted out of the east coast and I was not happy. Bad Food, Too much JOLT cola and very FUCKING cold. 11/18/97 Bio something or other. The east coast Gilman street. Well the last east coast show was tonight, I was glad. They call Richmond the south, but I refuse to. It is still the east coast to me. They call l it the south because that was where the confederate headquarters were during the civil war. I wanted to find Liz, she is my sweat heart. I love her sooooo much. But she had burnt the town down and left. We arrived at moon dance early to find out the venue has been changed. I never got an answer why they wanted to change the venue. The moon dance was offering us 100% of the door & The all ages club was offering 33 % of the door after production cost. DUH! The choice would have been simple for me to make. NOAB told me it was because the club MOON DANCE would not supply a PA system. But the local kids would have. All the same we called Trevor of HUMAN THURMA and he came and got us.We were very early today, so we had time to fix the tire and get some record shopping in. I hated the little promoter women tonight, she gave me a eerie glance of dislike when I walked in on her and the boy kissing. The PA was still a big deal at the new venue! They hired a country sound man. A very old country sound man. It was driving YaSuKo crazy. But after the way the band laughed at me the night before I wasnt about to help them out of this situation. I could have solved it with just one talk to the old man. He was running vocals and guitar on the right side of the PA and Bass and Drums on the left side with a mono mix. You could have sworn the old man was doing sound for Hank Williams. The band struggled through sound check, There was a volume issue, Agata still had not figured out turn down at sound check, then turn up at the show...... I was staying out of it. The confusion was high. Next thing I know the old hillbillies had couch cushions in front of the guitar amplifier. I put an end to the sound check removed the cushions and saw that Melt Banana were not going to win this event. I told Sudoh that he would have to play extra hard tonight, with no microphones he would not be heard. The club was an old theater, hollow and booming. It was full of echo and bouncing sound. There were about 96 people who paid to get in and a few more got in free. The Human Thurma band took us to the most tasteful Italian restaurant. We had a five course meal. It was the best meal of the whole tour, Now New York City was ranking number 2. trevor and his guitar player worked there at one time or another. They paid for this 200 dollar meal, and the Melt Banana kids and I were stuffed to the hilt with great food. Thank you men it was an unforgettable experience! Back at the show the open bands made me suffer, so I walked around outside, looking for Liz. When Melt Banana took the stage they were not expecting much from the PA. This night was Sudohs best night. It was his best night ever. Well in my eyes. He was slaying the drums. He took note of what I had told him earlier and let it all go on those tubs. I saw YaSuKo spit tonight. I saw a Japanese girl spit on stag. I was stoked. I have it on film. Trevor has sent me a copy. She swears it was ice. But spitting is spitting. I don't care what she says it was. I saw her spit. The band played great tonight. Very FUCKING good. It was one of the best shows I had seen them do. Right up there with N.Y.C. but the sound was old time KUNTRY MUSIC MIX. At the end of the night I had to argue with a young women about getting paid. Taking tax out and breaking down percentages. It was lame. She was young enough to be my niece. We would have made about $500 dollars at MOON DANCE, instead we got 91 dollars. Way to go NOAB. We slept at Trevors house, the great host, I gave him a copy of there dat tape from Baltimore. Stayed up late talking and didn't get much sleep. Off early morning for Atlanta. 11/19/96 Dottys Atlanta Georgia. After a very long drive through some of my favorite states, By the way we listened to sweet home Alabama when we passed through, we arrived in the dark to Dottys freak house. We were early according to the crazy bartender, but it was like 7 pm and the band wanted to sound check. No one was available for this. I talked with the crazy bar tender, she made me horny for white trash lov'n. With a big grin, a face that had speed written all over it, she got me going. We flirted in a back woods way, we danced to the sounds of Waylen Jennings. She asked me to stay with her tonight and god damn it I wanted to. I really did. But I only had 3 hours sleep in Richmond and had a 16 hour drive to approach tomorrow morning. Well fact was I need to fuck but we really were leaving right after the show and had to, to make the show in New Orleans. I don't go for groupies, but this women was my wife. She was a truck, a shot gun and a dog all rolled into one. I had to say I'd marry ya and live here forever if you just say Yankee doodle dandy. She slapped me and said I would never marry a Yankee. I was so tired i was in my delirious delusions by this time. Steve the sound man & club promoter showed up as we counted T-shirts. The Laura showed up the booker. Both of these people were FUCKING wonderful. I love Atlanta, Hell I love the south. Everyone was so polite and wanted to get me drunk & High. I deny it all and took the band to the local rib joint. We were greeted by two amazing southern Indians who talked me into buying one of everything on the menu. I told you I was delirious by now. Well the food was to much, we ate until we could not eat anymore. The bill came and it was 69 dollars. I felt bad, like I had failed. I wanted to pay the bill by myself, so I paid it and kept the receipt. Melt Banana keep asking me how much the food was. I said don't worry, then I showed YaSuKo the receipt. I told them I was sorry and I wanted to pay it, but they insisted it was their fault too. Back at the show people were starting to arrive. This was NOABs first ever Atlanta show. The city was three times the size last time I was here. The Olympics helped push it to a maximum growth level. Still crazy and now full of meat, I dreamt of having the toothless wonder in white be my wife. The trashiest bitch of the whole tour. Steve keep apologizing for her, the way she screamed and said profanities at the sound check. I told him I loved her and I might marry her? Back to reality the opening band made my head split open. SUCKED! Then melt Banana went crazy, again with another fantastic show. It was smoldering hot, the place was packed with 120 people. Agata had a minor guitar problem and YaSuKo had minor problems with the congested crowd. After the blazing set Rika laid on the stage and screamed some kind of gibberish. She was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. The band played two encores and the second one inspired a chant for RIKA. RIKA. RIKA. RIKA. RIKA. RIKA. RIKA. RIKA. It was so beautiful, we sold a ton of product and made off with beer, water and left of Barbecue. Off tonight for New Orleans. I wanted the crazy women but duties called. I think after the east coast I deserved a better class of woman. 11/20/96 Zeitgeist Theater New Orleans After driving all night we arrived eight am. I figured it would be better to spend the day in the sun, then in the van. I was beat. again beat with fatigue. Pulled up to the majestic theater and called the promoter. 8:30 am we were knocking on his door. NOAB said that he was going to supply a hotel room. And was it a winner, a nice slice of welfare hotel rooms. I loved it. We waited for a few hours. Agata and I drank coffee. The rest slept in some 85 degree weather. At 10:00 am the promoter showed up. He looked a lot like Gary Floyd. He was big and fat & I knew he could feed us great local food. He took us to some small out of the way lunch place and we got great service and great Cajun food. After this he took us to our hotel room. Well these gay men have bought a run down welfare hotel on bourbon street. It was authentic as all hell. I lived it. Another southern treat. The Melt Banana kids were seeing America for what it really is, not the rich side, but the poor side. The rooms had wall paper peeling of the walls from the heat, mice shit was under neath the tightly tucked in blankets. The cots were old and squeaky, the paint was faded and the carpet was stained with years of abuse. There were local weekly live ins, ones who had problems paying their rent. The bar was full down stairs with Vietnam vets, local drunks, old women and dogs. The smell was of one large furnace fueled by human shit. I was all so FUCKING happy to sleep here. It reminded me of Michigan. I had to sleep, the heat was getting the best of me,I can't run like this for more then five days and The east coast beat me down. The recording, the squat, the N.Y.C. gig, the flat tire episode, Richmond and the great people we stayed up all night talking to. The drives were starting to become marathons of there own. I was dead. Down I went and slept the day away. Later at sound check it was obvious we were playing to wrong club. The pa was to small and the club was a film slash art show. It might have worked for The German art band but it was all so wrong for Melt Banana. The club owner asked me if I was going to hurt him? Thanks to NOAB and their big mouth employee Deanna. I said no "Renne" Your a great man why would I? The kids came out 55 of them. I think we would have done better at Howling wolf or some French quarter bar. I let a few crusties in for free. The Welfare hotel man came, they were great fun to talk to. We started to print t-shirts and under wear this night because They were selling out of them every night. The band played well tonight. I think they were starting to feel like me. But they had just played 6 fantastically tight shows in a row. I was so proud of them, tears came to my eyes when the hit the final notes of tonight set. The opening band killed me again, EL SUCKO. The pa sucked again, the show was small and the people of the south showed us great hospitality. We went back to the slum hotel and crashed out. We didn't wake up in time, so we were rushed to get out of town and get to Memphis. YaSuKo told me they were sad because all four of them wanted to go record shopping for jazz & blues in New Orleans. If I would have known this I would have gotten them all up. Sorry. Maybe next year.?? 11/21/96 Barristers Memphis Tennessee. Well another brutal long drive from morning to night. e arrived in the winter winds of Memphis about 6:00 pm. Found the club and it was in a very strange spot on the out skirts of a strip mall. No one was there so we walked around the strip mall. Rika wanted a hair cut. But I advised her not to in this town. We drank coffee, expensive coffee and headed back to the club. I had called the owner several times by now and it looked as if he was not going to show. No flyers, no advertisements, nothing. A few kids showed up, as in two. I asked what the deal was and they thought the club was done. I called the booking agent and left a nasty message. I called home and told Karen how much I missed her. My sanity was back and I was glad I did not marry the white trash queen of speed in Atlanta. It was now Ten pm and the club was still locked up tight. I told Melt Banana that we would just leave in a few minutes and head for Dallas. After a few more Mean phone calls the promoter finally showed up. He told me his child had a brain hemorrhage and I now felt like a human dog shit #1. I apologized, he told me I was very nice on the phone compared to 99% of the tour managers he has dealt with. We talked a bit, he remembers me from the Melvins tour 1991. A long time ago. The club was in shambles, a another huge pit of scum. The PA was better then most. He told me If I ran the door Melt Banana could have 100% of the gross. Cool. He ordered us a really bad pizza and the band did sound check. The opening band was called His Hero Is Gone. I knew them from Maximum Rock & Roll. They set up on the floor and played in front of Melt Bananas stage. I asked Sudoh how to spell DOG in Japanese and he showed me. This would be the mark for paying to get in the show. DOG. At one point after the show Agata was thinking this is very strange to see all of the our fans wearing DOG on their hands. Another lovely smelly surprise. I was back and had a new wind to work with. New Orleans gave me rest and good food. I found a cool crucifix this night, I still have it. The band played well, They had this Inter net fan drive from Arkansas to come and see Melt Banana. He came with his father, He filmed the show and interviewed the band. He had been writing to us the whole tour Meltb@aol.com. I forgot about him until this night. I told YaSuKo to tell him to get a melt Banana tattoo. She did not tell him. The show was good, it was real FUCKING cold outside, very few people showed up in this ghost town,33 people tonight, we kept the door, gave 25 bucks to his hero is gone. And Once again we drove away into the night, heading toward our next destination. Dallas Texas. (end page 3 - mean2.html)