DOA Dan of The Controllers
Franklin Street Apartment of DOA Dan, Charlie Trash and Kid Spike of The Controllers
Our second apartment that Kid Spike and I shared with Charlie Trash. A dismal place. Charlie Trash' big tomcat would get his arse kicked every night by an even more humungous tomcat---a source of misery and huge vet bills that we could not afford.
In January of 1978, my wife Charlie Trash and I got into a fight and she whooped my arse with one of her wooden shoes. Charlie Trash was a tall athletic woman and I was a wee bit young.
Kid Spike was so dismayed by the spectacle that he fired her from The Controllers that night after our last gig at the Cuckoo's Nest in Orange County.
They all took speed that night except for me because I was sickly. They played so fast that I had to turn down my amplifier----the greatest humiliation of my glorious career as a star in the early l.a. punk scene.
Franklin Street Apartment of DOA Dan, Charlie Trash and Kid Spike of The Controllers
Our second apartment that Kid Spike and I shared with Charlie Trash. A dismal place. Charlie Trash' big tomcat would get his arse kicked every night by an even more humungous tomcat---a source of misery and huge vet bills that we could not afford.
In January of 1978, my wife Charlie Trash and I got into a fight and she whooped my arse with one of her wooden shoes. Charlie Trash was a tall athletic woman and I was a wee bit young.
Kid Spike was so dismayed by the spectacle that he fired her from The Controllers that night after our last gig at the Cuckoo's Nest in Orange County.
They all took speed that night except for me because I was sickly. They played so fast that I had to turn down my amplifier----the greatest humiliation of my glorious career as a star in the early l.a. punk scene.