I remember telling dad I was hanging out at Amy's. It was kinda true.
She had gotten us tickets to the Electric Factory in Philadelphia to see the Butthole Surfers. She had a Camaro and there were five of us stuffed in it driving into Pennsylvania. They were playing a lot of older stuff but also a ton from Electric Larryland.
It was a great show and at one point, the guitarist looks down at all of us dancing and waves us up. We look over at the bouncer guy there and he moves the gate thing and we get up on stage. I love Amy, but she always dressed like a whore...lol. She was there with the singer dancing around, I was over by the guitarist.
So they start playing 'Pepper'. And I'm like "Hell yeah!" So he puts his guitar around me and is all playing it while I'm there with my arms raised up. I can feel he is all pressed up against me...lol..what the Hell did I care?
After three songs or so we got back down on the floor. With all the smoke and lights and stuff, you sweat a ton up on stage. We all drove home that night, we stunk from cigarettes (and other things)...
but it was a great night.
