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While on tour with SUCKDOG, our van broke down in New York. We took it to the shop and rented a car for our show in Philadelphia the next day. We had to be in Cleveland the next night and we managed to drive from Philly to New York, turn in the rental, pick up the van, and make it to Cleveland in time. At the Euclid in Cleveland the place was packed over capacity with people who had heard of SUCKDOG forever, but had never seen us. There was a canadian film maker following us, so when she set up her camera, I was asked to make an announcement asking the audience to have caution around the camera. In spite of our act being mostly pre-recorded music, song and dance, and other less-than-hardcore music, there was a lively pit going and the camera was trashed, the film maker angrily aborting her documentary and leaving the tour.

I mostly get embarrassed when I am being filmed or interviewed and mistakenly give out false information. I was talking about Austin's very limited number of record labels in the 80's and mistakenly called "Rabid Cat Records" "Black Cat Records" due to the confusing presence of the black cat lounge, and similarly called "Trance Records" "Alternative tentacles" which I confuse quite a bit, probably because I was a big fan of both the Butthole Surfers and the Dead Kennedys at roughly the same time in my life, and because the label logos have similar graphics.

Guitar. I used to have a stratocaster, but I hated the sound. Too tinny. I was relieved when it was stolen at a gig. I was happy to see it go. It was a collectible silver anniversary edition and had a noteworthy history as my "terrorist guitar." The story behind that guitar? I had just accomplished the seemingly impossible feat of getting my parents to shut up about always wanting me to get a haircut and had finally grown it to an appropriate heavy metal length. My brother was working at Brown and Root at the time and had some of his Arabic calligraphy on display at his desk at the time. A wealthy middle eastern client was impressed and bought the calligraphy for two thousand dollars. My brother said he'd buy me a guitar if I got a haircut, so I did... actually just got it trimmed and layered, so I kind of cheated. The wealthy middle eastern client? Muammar Gaddafi!