Scot soon showed up to met us and i was again back in the little truck i loved so much. we were setteliing into the day to day traveling and laying and meeting new eole along the road. Dealing with the RAR eole was a tri in it self. WE ahd made really good friends with Tour manager Chrisy, though. Although she hated us as eole at first....only due to us being added at the lat momen and being a ersonal hasle to her, she did like our music. She had to deal with us everyday and soon found us to be funny and rolling with the punches of the turkey dogs and odd places were were put up at night. we had mistakenly thought Chrisy was one of the hippie elements since she had long hair and worked with the yippies. we were proved wrong one day whn the poor baby that was on the tour was crying and hungry and in that little baby talk was reaching and saying, "my bottle, my bottle...". the gross stingy haired father, not even looking at the kid said "it's not 'your' bottle, it's 'everybody's bottle".Chrisy who was, along with everybody else was getting sick of this jack ass dad, snapped his head off, "Shut up hippie and the kid his bottle...it's his fucking bottle, not everybody's!" . the guy looked painfully shocked as he handed the baby the bottle. we looked at Christy an all felt we had seen a hero in action . a comrade and friend. shelaughed seeing us so aproving of her beheading of this creey weird-o.
after that we had a great relationshi ith her. even till this day a close friendship remains.
the days and nights dragged by. another close friendship srang up between the Dicks and the Crucifucks. Doc, the singer and main force behind the band, and i shared a sence of humor and made fun the silly hippies on the tour. Steve Shelly, now drummer for Sonic Youth, was Teh drummer for the Crucifucks. He was one of the nicest people i ever met. even though he didn't drink he loved hanging out with the Dicks who were always drinking. some shoes were tired and smll and others were huge and exciting. i remember an outdoor show in a ark somewhere, here their were more cops than audience. the y olice hated us. the whole thing irked them. i wa looking real good too. fat as a bear, and a big bush of badly bleached blond hair, iped up clothes....handsome. so i aalways cought their eye as i was walking near them. Singing Dicks Hate olice during these showswas a test of my paranoid
thinking, but i did it. over and over i did it. One day glen told us he had worked up the old soul song Love Train...so we started singing it at every show. some of the punks thought it was lame....so we moved them into the catagory of daum ass hippies and stupid no humor punks. a big "fuck you" went out to them. when we played Kent Ohio we played the Neil Young song OHIO....we loved doing that song and put it into our set list most of the rest of the tour. one of the biggest shows was in Central ark in Nwy York. thousands of people were there. It was wonderful. about 20 eople were staying in Christies one bed room apartment. noone going to sleep till it got light and not getting u till almost dark. Scot and i made sure to do tourist stuff everyday. MOMA, aks and the filthy adult book stores in times SQ. even Christy, who was born and raised in NYC had never been to one of these places went with us one day and watched as the gilrs behind the windows in small booths let men stick their hands up their legs and fingers nto a hole where ever it might be. sad to watch. again, aids was not a thought in any ones heads, although it was coming, we didn't know it yet.
the Cantral Park gathering was a high point. The dicks were about ready to leave the tour so it was almost a good bue show for us. the cops were getting ready to close down the show due to noise permits not being right or something. really they were just afraid it was all about to get out of hand.MDC had stirred up the crowd to a near frinzy, then We came on. the crowd was slamming and the it was wild. a mid day chaos the olice had gotten sick of. I yelled into the mic, " we dedicate the next song to your friends and ours....from New York to Texas to California.....it's called DICKS HATE THE POLICE".....well, every one went nuts....about half way through the first verse the cos pulled the plug! they were staring at me from the generator just daring me to say or do something to insite the crowd. i just raised my fist and yelled, THANK YOU NEW YORK CITY" and left the stage.
our three months with the tour were nearing an end........
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