1975-ish…
To try to keep us kids off the street and to raise money for the church, they would allow us to play in their basement occasionally. Wrong…bad idea! Although they were some of the best, worst gigs and fondest memories of my youth, my friends at the time were extremely rowdy. At the end of the night when the smoke would clear from the homemade flash pots that Joe Despagni & I built, you could see a mist hovering over a beer bottle/puke/piss-laden floor festooned with drunken passed out teenage headbangers.