
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.


