For the record, DYI!, the great book about the LA punk scene, written by the estimable, if wholly corrupt Brendan Mullen, quite rightly called us the worst band to ever take any stage anywhere at any point in history, Or something along those lines. (That was when we called ourselves the Spastics.) We were genuinely terrible. Every show with that band was a form of divine agony. Out of shame, I took to singing, not from the stage, but from dark tables, booths, wherever I could hide the best. The band lasted much too long, but we were pals since elementary school, some of us, and it was hard to just let it go.