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A Throwing Muses memory: we were playing a club in Texas–a late show on a stormy night–where everybody was high except us. Everybody was really, really high except us. And not high on anything recognizable. Like Extreme Ecstasy plus acid or something, we guessed. And beer, of course. A roomful of dancing, lovey, noisy loons. “Wasn’t acid invented here?” asked Dave. “Or was it ecstasy?” So we played the show, rolling our eyes at each other and hoping the crowd settled down (they didn’t–they only got nuttier) and made it to the second encore. As Dave was counting the song in, the promoter jumped on stage wearing metallic silver pants (which I know is not a crime, but it was still…funky). We waited, watching him. He then stood on the drum riser next to Dave and removed his glittery silver pants (this might actually be a crime…especially in Texas).

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