The other main thing I took note of was just how awesome the keyboardist’s face was when he was playing. It was like John Brown being possessed by a demon. It was gnarly.

He also wrote pornographic sleaze novels and wore women's underwear.

Ladies were invited to join them onstage, and as they danced, I thought, “And now we get to witness a retarded person sexually assault one of the crowd members.”

"Schedules had to be hurried, facts had to be checked, and in the end, I come out stoked as a dude running a small fanzine."

I am going to hold my breath hoping that the show will never end.

To give you an idea of the dynamic early on, at one point a guy next to me in the crowd yelled, “More onstage bickering!”

During “Busted Condom,” vocalist Joey Bondage had a giant, gag condom on his crotch and he sprayed those lining the stage with shaving cream. It was totally base and childish. It was totally funny.