Here’s a clip of one of “Count Me Out”. The crowd were Chatty Kathy’s, as you may notice. I didn’t notice from stage, due to nice, loud monitors and a laser-like focus on my precisely-timed dance maneuvers.
Having written that, I did hop around a bit and I do tend to forget I’m a thinblood during Synthetic Division shows. But the limping the next day is more than worth it in my opinion, as there are few things in life that bring me as much joy as playing music.
And, I admit, I do enjoy seeing myself in the local paper for something other than having AIDS.