Saturday, March 20, 9:30 p.m. Maren Parusel plays the Requiemme showcase. Krautfolkpop. The group has been approached by two record companies and has a date with another tomorrow.
10:30ish. Mad Juana. Sexy gypsy banda punk. Accordion and Mexican kitsch.
11:30 p.m. The line for Wallpaper at Beauty Bar isn’t moving.
Midnight. Lady Dottie and the Diamonds at Wave. The crowd hops around like the Tower days. Dottie bellows, “Yeah! Yeah! Oh, hell yeah!” Cameo by Andrew McKeag of Presidents of the U.S.A.
1:00 a.m. The Zeros finish with MC5 cover “Ramblin’ Rose.” Bassist Hector Penalosa tells me, “We’re like the Sha Na Na of punk rock. We’re not pretending to be new.”
We head out at daybreak. Our voices are raspy and our hearing hardly works. Whiskey no longer has any effect.
We stop at a Taco Bell somewhere in New Mexico and dress up like freaks. We zip through all the checkpoints without a hitch. Everything flows.
I suppose we’re just that lucky.
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