In 92 I was walking past the Westwind Hotel on 9th Ave, Calgary. There were a whooole bunch of hair people getting rowdy in the back parking lot, lots of whooping and shouting, so I went back to see what was going on. They were lined up to see Gwar. I'd never heard of the band, but the enthusiasm was infectious so I got in line and went in. The Westward Club was wrapped in plastic duct taped to the walls, bar, and furniture. By the end of the night the entire place was coated in fake blood. I was red from head to foot, and there were shirts and shoes and other articles of clothes strewn all over the place. The next day I was listening to the university radio station and they were interviewing Oderus. He said they'd used 50 gallons of fake blood. It was the most amazing fucked up show I've ever seen. Hard not to gild that lily.