As our time with the RAR tour was coming to a halt i did have a few fond memories to cling to forever. Meeting Doc Dqrt was a special thing. a great guy from the old school of weird and wondeful. i remember him on one show in a small croeded club pulling a bic disposable razor out of his pocket during a song and reun it down the side of his face as he sang. as the blood started pouring down his chin some fan standing near the stage started yelling and freaking out. to comfort him
Doc jumped off the stage and ran right for the guy...with razor in hand....of course the happy fan, fearing for his life dropped his beer and ran as fast as he sould to the end of the club, Doc close behind. i never knew what really went down but after while Doc rejoined the band , who had never stopped playing, back on stage. that Doc. always good for a laugh.
another time in new york the yippies had called a meeting of all the bands and workers to figure out what was going to happen and who was staying with the tour and who was leaviing. at this point we really weren't sure what we were going to do.
It's funny to look back on now and i relly can laugh. but i wasn't laughing then. none of us were. to many turkey dogs and crying babies and cops pulling plugs. the meeting was compleat and utter chaos. a packed room on Beaker St.. at this time it was rough and nasty part of town. im sue nw it's part of the clean and pretty new-nyc. we were ll packed into a airly big, but stuffy room. too many turkey dogs had left everyone a bit miffed and e were all getting tired. people were getting really stoned and then making decisions for all of us--nice, well meaning people but a little lopsided in their thinking.
i was really worn out and at one point of some argument i had had it..i got up and stormed out of the room and down the stairs to pull open the door and get some air on the dirty street. i was in a fury at how silly the scean had become. i yanked to door but it didn't come open...ipulled again and looked at the young hippie looking girl who i suppose was a receptionist. she looked terrified at me pulling on the door knob and cussing.."this godamned fucking shit...even the door is fucked up"...at this poing the knob came off in my hand almost sending me into a fall flat onb my ass. Buxf had followed me down and was telling me to calm down. i felt foolish at being so mad but it was too late to stop now so i took the door know and threw it as hard as i could at a blank wall. "wham!!" it hit the wall with uch force it stuck there. silent and still looked scared the young woman salked over to the door and said, "it opens by pushing it." while saying this she slowly opened the door with ease by ever so slightly pushing it open. there was the door know sticking in the wall, and me with a shocked look on my face. Buxf started laughing and said, "let's get the fuck out of here....there's beer in the van". i felt stupid but, oh, well....afte a few beers i started telling the story to anyone who might listen to me....oh, what a day!
another night after being lot and getting the wrong directions for a couple of hours....cot and i finilly got to the little packedgarage apartment everyone had settled into. I think it was Amhurst and the show the next day on campus was supposed to be really big. lots of local young political punks were there adding to the crowd and noise and the juicer was buzzing and i wanted any thing but a fucking turkey dog to eat. already in a pissed mood dur to getting directions in the wrong little town instead of Amhurst....an it being late and walking into a nest of punks, and hippies, dogs barking and babies crying...seeing Buxf, Glen, Pat, and Debbie looking miserable , but drinking, i said something like, "is there any fucking beer or something to eat...." some hippie kid started heading toward me with his arms open. everyone got tense---"dude, you just need a hug". as he said this i grabbed him and picked the tiny rat up up and headed to the window to throw this mother fucker out the second floor. "Ill give you a fucking hug", i told him. Pat and debbie had grabbed me and made me put the kid down. i remember him scurring away and under his breath saying.."dude.."
i eneded up sleeping alone in the van that night...i needed the lone time to clear my head. i woke up feeling pretty good and knew a big plate of turkey dogs was all cooked up and wiiting for me.
the show was great that day and we were about to leave and drive on down to Texas to rest, play a few shows and then head back to San Franisco.
I could tell trouble was coming by some hints and actions from my dear band mates and best friend.. i ignored them mostly and just kept it going for myself.







Christy compleatly saved us on he tour. she could deal with the leadership, and yes, their was a real leadership in this anarchist unit. she would screem and yell to get sence making points across. without her we would have stayed about a week, but instead we had fun staying at her crowed 102nd and Broadway apt. one of the most fun nights we all had off and were having a meal together with MDC, Christy and Rob, the sound guy on the tour and lots of other folks i can't remember. Beer somehow was there in many cans which the Dicks were gulping down. that night after eating and while we were all sitting around the living room Glen started playing every ong he knew on the guitar...old top 40 radio songs and i started singing along, only adding my own filthy lyrics. In stead of Stop in the Name of Love....it became Cum When I Suck Your Dick....with all the lyrics changed to fit the night. every one was laughing and getting drunk and it was great. I, for once, felt it was a bit of history for us all to be gathered there involved in this cause. this anti right wing bull shit Reagan was doing to out country. no matter how crappy i felt the 'turkey dog tour' was, i belived in the reason we were all there and espected the others for being there, too.