One night, she took the catsuit when she left Gus’ house, drove all the way home in the morning darkness with it on, blaring Megadeth and touching herself.
I think she dug my “Famous Faces” Bette Midler t-shirt. “You are the wind beneath my wings,” she whispered to me in the line for tea and bagel chips with humus.
They jammed like veteran musicians, although the singer used lyric sheets. The singer roared majestically, and reminded me of Ted from 6L6 in a hat and shades.
From a bass line to a chill repetition of a phrase, caught the groove, then blasted their fluid rap-a-long, wah-saturated scream and ten ton guitar sound.