On the Road Again, part 3
We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Drummer!!
by Paul Wunder
We were doing a gig in Philly at a place called Grendel’s Lair. Our drummer (we had a Spinal Tap-like drummer situation. This drummers name was Uncle Private~) quit a couple of night before. Of course we still try do play the gig. We concocted an effeminate acoustic version of the band (we called ourselves Rex, Bruce And Darrell) and 
quickly worked up loungy unplugged renditions of our songs. We stay at hippie manager’s friends loft during the day. I eat many cheese steaks. Somehow the plans changed at the last minute and we decided to just do our normal thing and pretend we had a drummer. We rock THE FUCK out of this little club! After the show one of the people in attendance came up and told us if we had a drummer, we’d be the best band in Philadelphia! Assured of our place in Philly music history we drove home victorious. Thanks to our singer/driver and his keen attention to detail we ran out of gas on the way home and had to sleep in the car in front of a rural gas station until they opened in the morning. Good times!
Edith Massy was also supposed to be on this bill, and didn’t make it for some reason ( I did some gigs with Edie as a guitarist)
Also, we were opening for am XXX rated puppet show called “Let My People Come!”
The end!