Thanks to all of our swell chums who came to The Trash Bar last Saturday!
Great little venue, innit? An open bar, like a hapless hermaphrodite, is a
hard thing not to luv. We're glad our pals took heed of the Fuhrer-like
onstage commands to "drink as much as you can!" There's a raucous,
board-mix cd of the set, which might be dispersed after Chris stops
twitching about the guitar clamming during his, uhhh, "ballet" (some people
can't trill and do sloppy splits at the same time); and checks the statute
of limitations regarding the arson declarations.

Friday brings us to DINGBATZ in Clifton, NJ. Clifton's a popping little
burg about 30 minutes outta the Lincoln Tunnel and eeezily accessible by
PATH train. DINGBATZ is not the shed-sized rattrap we've all becum
accustomed to in NYC. Huuuge room, big stage & lights, kickazz PA system,
and......parking!! Clifton is also the stomping grounds (literally) of Tony
Soprano. We're planning on briefly stopping by Hesch's to console him, then
trying to persuade Phil Leotardo to let us bring Little Vito to the gig and
hopefully straighten him out a bit. Goth make-up on a 10 year old??
Eeeeewwwww.

FRIDAY.....MAY 4.....9:00.....45 minute set....Bring ID!

Toilet Report: Immaculate! Unchipped tile; Lotsa stalls, soap and paper
towels. Ain't it amazing how the garbage, broken glass, dogsh*t, rats and
urine disappear when you drive 5 minnits out of NYC? Why izzat?