by jeffb01 » Thu Oct 02, 2014 5:00 pm
I was at the show in chicago that they show in the beginning and end of the movie - it was the worst show ever.
I was reading the book by DH Peligro (the drummer of the dead kennedys). Here's an excerpt about a recording session for his solo band in some house that made me LOL:
In the middle of the shit-storm was a couch. I noticed a guy sleeping on it and thought, Now we have to get this bum out of here. I warped to hyper-mode – the clock was ticking, and I was paying money for this so-called studio, so I woke this bum up. As he sat up I noticed he was wearing a long black cape, holding a gold scepter, and wearing a crown with big dreads sticking out under it.
I did a double take. "H.R.?"
"Eh natty...hey boy...yeah, mon...wha' h'appn rass?!"
I didn't think he recognized me. "It's D.H. from the Dead Kennedys."
"No, from the Living Kennedys, mon!" he said.