me at 17 after a dead boys show changing the sign around to spell cunt and ass, etc.
this is me at 17 after a dead boys show changing the sign around to spell cunt and ass, etc., although who could blame me--i was the world's forgotten boy (i know that's the Stooges).
stiv and band look on in admiration and suggest and cajole this suggestible high school kid wearing trash and vaudeville pants, mail-ordered from the back of Trouser Press, while my bandmasters stay out of frame.
thanks to Donald At MotiveArt and Andy McLenon for making this night come true, and lisa (don's ex for memorializing it).
afterwards we are chased around the hotel and shot with bb's from Stiv's Sonic Reducer gun until the sun won't rise from here, until we're ten-feet tall and Stiv's nothing at all.
i think it was '79 or '80 somewhere outside of New Orleans.
