The clip below is from a club show in the late 90s, where he saved the evening, playing after two memorably horrible opening bands; one that was awful by design, the other hilariously oblivious in a Spinal Tap-meets-people who can’t play their instruments kind of way.
posted by Fang Bastardson at 11:53 PM
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
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