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could play your guitar with just your head? With your teeth? Hugh: Your teeth could fret and your tongue could strum. Brian: But you wouldn't be able to move your head around. Mark: You could have somebody hold it. Brian: Your head would just be wherever it fell. Mark: So you could only be able to play a couple of frets. GW: Well, maybe one of the bodies could kick one of the heads around. Hugh: It wouldn't know where it is, though, cause it wouldn't be able to see it. Mark: The head would be yelling at the body what to do, but only the head would be able to hear it. So it would get really frustrated. Brian: I'm afraid the lungs would have to come along with the head, cause otherwise there wouldn't be any sound. Unless you had a fan blowing up the back of the head. Anne: Oh, Jesus. GW: Well, there's really large fans pointed towards the stage here. Hugh: So if that happens, help us out then. GW: It's all been used and stuffed up your vagina. Where are the black masters? Hugh: The black masters? Is that like an occult thing? I think they're all, they're...around. Brian: They're aroused, so they're obviously in round holes. Mark: I think I've seen them down there at Carl's Feed & Green. Anne: Carl's Feed & Green? Yeah. Hugh: Talking about the weather and how they're gonna change it. That's one of the things they do. I don't think we can be any more explicit than that, though. Otherwise they may follow us like they do in that movie, where Peter Fonda and Loretta Switt accidentally come across some Satan worshipping group and they follow them all across the Southwest trying to kill them. See, we don't want that to

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happen to us. Have you ever seen that movie? It's two couples, and they somehow see part of a Satanic ritual, then the Satanists are following them all across the southwest trying to kill them. They're in a mobile- not a mobile home, what do you call those things? An RV. Brian: Submarine? Loretta Switt's one couple and Peter Fonda's another? Anne: You mean the one that's pulled by gophers underground? Brian: Underground gopher sub. Hugh: That was MASH/ GW: I was gonna say, about combining a submarine and the southwest, there's not to many oceans to hide in. Hugh: Yeah, right, so it would be really easy to find and it wouldn't be able to go anywhere, so it's not a submarine or it wouldn't have been much of a movie. Brian: Yeah, I'm sorry, I was thinking of MASH. GW: How was Live? How was the cash? the crowds? the riders? Mark: They got massages before they would play. Anne: Every night a different masseuse would come in, like a local masseuse was hired in to give them massages. Hugh: We got to watch once. Anne: And one time I didn't get to go to the bathroom because they set up in the women's bathroom in the venue because the entire traveling crew in Live was men- I think there was one woman besides me- so they just took over the women's bathroom to give massages, so I had to wait till they were done. Brian: There was never a single comment on anyone's part about us as a band- our music, I mean. Not one. Nobody ever said anything. Anne: Nobody in Live ever talked about music. They never discussed their music, they never discussed ours, they never discussed any music. Hugh: We got into some of that with the Pete Droge people, though. We got to be pretty friendly with him and the

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people in his band. GW: What was it like playing to their crowds? Anne: There was a lot of crowd surfing the whole time that had nothing to do with us. Anything that happened out in the audience usually had nothing to do with us, it had to do with the audience itself entertaining themselves. Brian: In Omaha, some guys were so angry at us because we did a lot of slower, quieter songs during this particular set, these guys were so angry at us that by halfway through our set I couldn't keep time anymore because the "We want Live" chant was so loud. Then we announced that the we were going to do was a cover of an Ennio Morricone soundtrack. These guys almost had aneurysms it upset them so much, and they were standing there screaming "fuck you" at us. We finished our show and they were screaming at us the hole time we were unloading and everything. I went off stage, ate some food and came back, Pete Droge had already finished, an hour had passed since we'd angered them. I looked over- the lights were still up because Live was still fifteen or twenty minutes from getting on stage- and I looked on the other side of the barricade an d saw some of the same people still flipping me off and mouthing "fuck you." Anne: It was character-building too. It was a good test of ego and emotional response to crowds, because we would have to deal with hearing people say, "You suck, we hate you, get off the stage, fuck you!" and all these things, and just remind ourselves that we don't think we suck, and not be affected by that. But after a while, I think we got better at turning around the negative energy and kind of feeding off of it, and it would get really hysterical. Sometimes we'd be up there laughing our heads off while they were screaming at us, kind of going, "I don't care what you think! You have to listen to us! Ha ha ha!"

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Thursday, 22 June 1995

We woke up just before 4am, and took off up I-35. It felt great to be going 70mph away from Austin. We kept going until we got to the trusty Waffle House just south of Dallas on I-35E. We ordered the all-you can-eat breakfasts, but for the first time in my life, were in too much of a hurry to get where we were going to dig around for jukebox change. (But I highly recommend Waffle House jukeboxes which are novel musical treats with songs on them like, "Hash Browns'n'Biscuits.")

I'll spare you lots of roadtrip detail here... We got to Memphis at about 8pm. Finally. Home of the Blues. Birthplace of Rock'n'Roll. Musi cal Mecca. Cool fuckin' town. Being the exhausted motor vehicle operators we were, we proceeded directly to the first motel on our Memphis Hard Luck Motel Tour. This particular Motel 6 was the sorriest motel I'd ever stayed in and Susan hated it even more than I did. Still, I was happy to collapse on the bed for a few seconds, get a shower and consume some wretched Chinese-type food at the too-convenient-to-be-true restaurant across the street.

Refreshed, we called some people we knew in town to see what was up for the evening and we ended up going down to the P&H Cafe (it stands for Poor & Hungry). The place is owned and run by a woman named Wanda who was once a truck driver and has a supporting role in Teenage Tupelo. SHe looks like a distorted Dolly Parton and was very hospitable and kind. We had a good time relaxing, drinking beer and shootin' the shit with Tripp and "his people"--the P&H is a favorite hangout.

Friday, 23 June 1995

Friday morning we had breakfast at Brother Juniper's College Inn this badass place that Tripp had given us directions to. Next we stopped by Shangri-la Records, one of the best record stores in the universe, which is run by a fellow by the name of Sherman who also runs the Shangri-la Records (the label) and who is therefore responsible for

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Our friends from Columbia, Missouri arrived around 7 pm and we all headed down to Ellen's Soul Food for the best friend chicken I've ever had (besides my mommy's of course). Then, with out bellies so full we could hardly more, we headed down to Barrister's for the first night of the Dixie Fried Backalley Brawl. Amazingly, we ran into [Casey]] of Make Room fanzine fame, another proud Texan who had journeyed north to worship at the garage rock altar.

The entrance to Barrister's is on an alley, which makes it easy to take a between-band breather with beer in hand. Memphis seemed to have a lot of unenforced laws and the open-contained law was one of the, (Another curious Memphian alcohol law is that you can't sell a container of beer larger than 38 oz- that's right, folks... no 40s.)

Inside testosterone surged through the air. An ancient big-screen TV was showing clips from early 60s-ish sexploitation films. People were shooting pool, buying records from the merch table and drinking beer. The crowd was much livelier than the typical Austin crowd, and there were a lot more girls out!

The first band was the Hate Bombs, a classic 60s-style garage band who played more songs about girls than any other band I've ever seen. Everyone in the band sings lead except the bassist who, incidentally, bears a striking resemblance to a young Elvis. I thoroughly enjoyed this set. Next up was AMF (which stands for many things, including Adolescent Music Fantasy). Their drummer, Ross Johnson, who emceed the whole event (and who had played with Panther Burns, Gibson Brothers, Alex Chilton and Pink Slip Daddy) kept demanding that the proprietor "play more nekkid movies." AMF took it slow and easy (they were self-proclaimed "middle-aged, over-weight rock'n'rollers") and they played mostly covers, but there were fine choices like "Drunk Again," "Theme From A Summer Place," and "I Walked With the Zombies." '68 Comeback (or rather Jeff Evans + the Oblivians) was next. Not being familiar with Jeff's stuff, I didn't know what to expect, but I was very pleased with their set.

Then came the Oblivians. I'd only seen them once before (at that horribly ill-attended Thanksgiving-night show at Emo's) and I had almost forgotten how great their show are. I was speechless. Luckily we got some of it on tape, including most of "Motorcycle Leather Boy" as sung very

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