I am still amazed at the way these “Internets”, with just a few clicks of a mouse, can take you back in time.

While reading a recent entry on the Agony Shorthand blog, I was reminded of the band Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. I remembered we played an amazing show with them and the Sun City Girls way back when. Gee – what are they up to now? The TFUL282 site is filled with info including some old tour diaries. Hmmm, I wonder if there’s any mention of that awesome show we did with them? Sure enough Anne has a great description of that night’s events from 1992. I emailed the band’s contact address and got a nice note and permission from Anne herself to repost here:

11/15
Last night at Masquerade in Atlanta. Us and SCG opening for the Dead Milkmen.
Such a huge goddamn club. I got into a nasty state of mind due to the hurry up, dude! atmosphere, even while I was piling excellent free pasta and vegetables into my face. When I heard the soundman ask if SCG could play something with some melody I became even more full of disgust. I need to learn to not get so wound up and pushed around by the atmosphere. No one was being decisive or quick enough for me.
I flew, enraged, into the backstage and began to drink Budweiser and gulps of water and smoke cigs.
I hung in that room the whole time, unable to go check out the rest of the club–the other levels: Purgatory and Hell.
I stayed in Heaven though I felt it naught. Focusing my attention on Alan and Rick helped. Finally crept out, wandered out, curiosity getting me going, as SCG were taking the stage.
The room was packed. Fucking kids! 14,15,16,17 years old pressed up against the expanse of the stage. The reality of the possibilities of the situation nearly made my head explode.
I couldn’t even look anymore; I ran backstage again, grinning insanely and saying over and over these kids are going to have their minds blown! Then I ran back out and watched. I was so excited that my mind and spirit were several yards above my body as I thought: this is what WE face as well–a young, captive audience. Difficult, yet simple.
SCG almost immediately split the crowd into factions. Confusion, joy, bullish hatred, drunken bellows, flipping the bird; others cheering support. I knew I would completely get off on this. Preaching to the completely uninitiated. They are going to go home and mull this evening over. Talk and argue with their friends about it. How fine.
Alan became more and more certain of his control over the crowd, and the frontman for the Dead Milkmen and their manager were soon along side backstage, screaming their support. Alan threatening to kick anyone’s ass who had the guts to come on stage. He eats them for breakfast. Telling everyone how great it is that they paid for it and HE’S going to get some of their money!
This made the Dead Milkmen guy nearly rocket through the ceiling, jumping up and down, clapping and yelling Yes! Fuck, YES!
I knew that I had to wear my black dress, fishnets and boots for those kids. We all looked marvelous.
I felt scrutiny as soon as I walked onstage. So I worked up the nerve to actually look up and say ‘Hi!’ Such young faces; and so many of them responded.
I was kind of high and when we began ‘Hurricane’ I felt the unified front. I was saying “peace, love” and laughing towards a section of the audience. Like the Nirvana show: people as far back as you could see.
Oh boy. Rejuvenation through juveniles.

Thanks Anne! Anyone else out there remember this show?

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