I got off the bus for a while. In Jan. '79 I saw the last two Keith and Donna shows at the Spectrum and I was pretty disappointed. Looking back there was actually a lot of hot playing but compared with '74 and '77, it felt like they just didn't care. As much as anything it was probably a good opportunity for me to get away from the people I was hanging out with. It was the late '70s, remember, and there were an awful lot of hard drugs around. What had been a basically positive scene had turned into a dead end in about two years.
I started listening to a lot of P-Funk, experimental New Wave like Talking Heads and the Residents, avant garde jazz like Ornette Coleman. And then, in 1985, some friends -- who hadn't been a part of that earlier scene -- talked me into going to Hershey Park, a wonderful, wonderful show. And based on everything I'd been listening to, I had a whole new way of hearing the band. And that was the beginning of a much deeper obsession.
"Got any nails?"
"Got any flies?"