1995, Denver.
This was one of the last shows we played. My ears were already fucked up. I remember I was sooper sick that night, and I showed up for the gig in my pajamas. The Wreck Room was like an 80's hair metal club that never got the memo, and I was bewildered that we were actually playing there. I remember at one point saying into the mic, "I though Kurt Cobain killed you." I'm sure that endeared us to the crowd.
Afterwards, I walked home in the snow and ice in my PJs.
--John P.
Photo courtesy Eric Lowe of the fabulous Christines.
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