I have a thick handful from the Butthole Surfers, whom I took to be near-mystics in my younger days (and when they still had 2 drummers, this was a reasonable conclusion).
I knew they were not legit, and that the band received no funds from them, but I couldn't resist. I was so thirsty for more of their work, and the live shows were few and far between. I was able to speak to King Coffey (one of the drummers) at one point and he said not to feel bad, the reason they didn't want them out there wasn't because of cash, it was because they sounded so shitty (which was true). Nonetheless, I am very grateful to have had all those faux-show experiences alone in my room, thin and artificial as they might have been. In one sense they really were, but in another, they were a perfect canvas onto which I could project my own version of a fairly gnarly musical peak experience.
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