Looking back at spring 1983. Everyday was suburban hustle and some kind of stressful coffee rush to make a mark in a super competitive hardcore scene. One could only “Make it” in The City! With this: We gigged well for a band that had zero truck transport. Most any day would see Dave Burks and Bill Fraenza supervising the early morning plotting of just who may have a vehicle we can con into service. Many times it would have to be Bill Fraenza’s family Ford truck that would be pressed into service with lies... “Yes Mom, he has a license”. And we’d drive off... - Pretty smart thinking for a bunch of 16 year old punk rocking musical teens who only wanted to emulate The Monkees. You’ll always see us third down supporting...on a flyer. Don’t let them tell you otherwise.