| Spring Steve returned, we began rehearsing again. Micky moved into the apartment across the street. Mick had a roommate, Pat. Pat was a Rastafarian, that seemed to be the path Mick was about to take. We were also attempting to be a real band. To that end, learning a bunch of covers. Greg was into country. Mick wanted to do R&B. I wanted to play space rock and fusion. Steve dug Zep and Yes. So we compromised and did some Dead tunes, with Hendrix, Allman Brothers, ZZ Top etc. |
Mickey on bass in Mickey's apartment
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The Gin Mill June 22, 1979 |
That summer we played some parties,
and then our first pro gig in Marlboro, The Post Road Lounge (affectionately known as The Gin Mill.) It was right next Post Road Auto Parts. All the best bars are next to a boneyard. Not long after, we were nearly killed at a biker pig roast. Our ride took off after we arrived. Then we noticed everyone was messed up on crank. Ended up performing on the roof, in sweltering heat with bugs flying into our mouths. Our PA was new and squealing like a pig. After the show we had to hide in the garage. The next morning, Greg and I hiked to town for a phone, to scrounge rides and get our gear home. Thank you Eric Bartlett and PJ Sullivan |
| Our next gig was Cathy Demers' house party. Cathy was going out with Mick. The place got destroyed. The cops showed up. We hid in the basement. The whole thing was written up in the Concord Journal. Finally, some publicity. We played a few more gigs but things were getting stale. Time to go in a new direction. That fall and winter we wrote, rehearsed and auditioned new players. No one seemed suitable. We weren't quite sure who might be a good fit. A good fit would come soon enough. |
 On the back steps of my old apartment
Concord, Fall 1979 |
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