![]() Bloody kept the excrement drenched microphone for a few years until he threw it away. GG went home to Bloody's apartment and drank the night away. I then realized I was probably the only attendee over the age of 21 and probably should get the hell out of there. I remember just standing there thinking: "This is one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen!" A grown-ass man lip synching in a jock strap covered in shit, but it was still more entertaining than a local Van Halen cover band. In the parking lot the straight edge kids were completely freaked out and fled instantly. ![]() The car reeked of crap! It took days of cleaning to get the odor out!" "GG was throwing crap everywhere! When the VFW guys came running toward us we scurried into my Mom's family station wagon and hightailed out just as the police were showing up. But the only problem was nobody wanted to touch his ass! The police were called and GG was shooed out the door like a muddy dog.įellow Bloody cohort, Kevin Brashear, recalled holding the microphone to the boom box for the cassette to play through the VFW. Brashear crouched directly behind GG and got a "GG point of view" of the fecal frenzy. They came flying out of the kitchen and behind the bar ready to kick his ass. Well, craggy and tumble-worn VFW guys don't take too kindly to a half-naked punk rocker shitting on their property. What fans were left ran for the door holding their noses. I mean crap was everywhere! Floor, GG, chairs, microphone. I ducked back in and the pungent whiff of pungent punk rock poo blasted my nostrils. Where’s the Ty-D-Bol man when you need him? Someone called me outside, and when I was just about to step out my buddy CP (Mike O'Russa) grabbed me by the arm and yelled "Bob get in here! He’s shitting on stage! Oh my God, he's really shitting!" Oh boy, was he. About 20 to 25 people were left in the building when GG started playing. GG only toured with a boombox and an instrumental audio cassette. After the first band finished playing the crowd of about 125 slowly mingled to the parking lot.
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