When i first met Buxf (buff--the x is silent.....this is what he always said) and glen never knew they woud become uch huge partos my whole life. i had been back in Austin a very short time whn my friend Lynn introduced me to a new guy in town...his name was dan and he worked at a high end beauty salon . he had worked at Sassoon's in San Francisco and had only lived in Austin a few month. he was the most smart mouth and equally intelligent person i had ever met. he loved to bleach my hair and then put Crazy Color on it. ok, this was 1979....austin texas. and i am walking around with cntty looking super red sort of day glow glow looking hair.....people would almost have wrecks looking at me from their cars. i loved it.....i ws the first person i knew who had this kind of hair thing going on. like--30 years ago. i did n't have a car so i got around on UT shuttle bus; or the terrible austin city buses. lots of contact with the locals. people would say really stupid shit, .like, "is that your real hair color?". i would usually look real serious and say "yes". to which i would always hear the thick texas fighting voice "it is not" come from their mouths. mad---they were mad at me. the red hair brought out some emotion of hate in them. again--i loved it.
me, Lynn, and Dan had heard of Raul's nd could not wait to go there. the firt night i went The Skunks were playing with the Violaters. one fashion i alwaays liked a lot was the Stained Look...a light colored shirt and double knit pants...always adding some huge nasty stain on the shirt...like brown cake frosting...or just dirt and water---let it dry and it looked great...just --nasty. the red hair--or white or some color....i looked great. i loved the band and the atmosphere of the small club. i went back every night. dan and lynn were not so into it...but i was and made friends pretty fast. Chuck and his brother Manolo Lopez, the guys from the Next, and a funny, nutty guy named Barry..they all knew i was gay but they also know i was real and good for a laugh--we sll were. i liked to give a quick beer bottle break and cut my arms now and then. the attention was great. only wking up the next day with a bad hang over and have my bloody arm stuck to a friends filthy carpet got old pretty fast.
i tarted telling everyone i had a band too. The Dicks and we were getting ready to play. of course it was a lie....i had no band but it made no differance. me and a few friend would make poters announcing :
"The Dicks
playing at the
New Mars Club
1313 Parkway
first 10 people who bring a gun get free drinks all night"

we'd make up some other names of bands. (Of course their was no New Mars Club or no 1313 Parkway.)and put the posters all over the place. i did this for at least a year before i ever met the other guys in the band. my idea was 'fuck everybody--i should have a band'. so walking into Raul's one night, already drunk, i noticed two new faces. these guys looked real. mean. more like freshly released prisoners than punk rockers. i found out later they had been there a few time and seen me. Buxf said they called me Alfred e. Newman!! the very idea. i walked right up to them and we all started talking. it was Glen Taylor and Buxf Parrott. the y lived in San Antoino they said, but were looking for any excuse to move to Austin. I told them I had a band called the Dicks....only i was the only member...would they like to join? they said yes!! buxf played bass and glen played guitar. we needed a drummer...but we hd a band. at last i had the band i had been telling people i had for over a year. i heald my head high and drank about 20 more beers. i noticed they were keeping up, if not out drinking me. yes...we had the band at lat .. The Dicks had come.