|Missy's a member of the GOP, the dudes never get married, and Audra's still pure.|
PS: I saw this Pavement tour. One of the greatest shows ever. Mark & I arrive in Prague by Trabant and I see flyposters for Pavement/Stereolab at the Jean-Paul Belmondo Theater that night. We get tickets (the tickets were huge heavy cardboard affairs, v cool) and go. The theater/"club" only served Pilsner-Urquell in 8 oz plastic cups so you had to wait in line forever, holding your two empty cups. Above the long bar was one photograph: Kafka, natch. The Mighty 'Lab blew oot one channel of the PA w/ their encore of We're Not Adult Orientated (but it did not seem to bother the ultra lowfi Pavement much.) When Pavement hit the boards, a drunk, loose twenty-five year-old Michael Spitler yelled out to SM, "Whoo! Stockton, Yeah!" Malkmus found me in the crowd and gave me the dirtiest look evah. I was the Ugly American FratBoie in Prague, according to him, I imagine. That was mid-March 1994.
PPS: Before we left Wurzburg, Deutschland (home of Dirk Nowitzki) we heard on Armed Services Radio that Kurt Cobain had nearly died from an overdose of Champagne and painkillers in Italy. When I arrived back in Berkeley on April 6 (a day before my birthday) my Mother asked if I had heard the news. Cobain (at twenty-seven, i.e. see Jimbo, Joplin, Hendrix, Pete May, Brian Jones, Amy Winehouse, et al, ... ) was dead. He got home just before I did.