CorvaCarolina

The autumn of 1992 found me living in Charlotte, NC, slinging drinks at a live music place called Rocky's and staying in a nice little apartment just off of Independence Boulevard. On my nights off I hung out at other clubs including topless bars, because titty dancers and Metal club people were all buddy-buddy like that. One evening, while I was watching a band at Jeremiah's with a dancer friend of mine, the owner dropped by our booth and offered us free tickets to see Ozzy, Motorhead, and Alice in Chains the next night. As we had neglected to buy our own ahead of time, we of course pounced on them even though we knew full well that the guy

He's a very naughty boy! Back when I lived in LA, my best friend was sharing a rented house on Melrose (just east of La Brea) with a musician and a film production assistant, which sounds glamorous but didn't pay for shit. During the month of November, everyone in my circle got really sick, one by one. We suspected that somebody brought home a severe case of tour flu, but we never found out for sure. Whatever it was, it had the power to take young, healthy creatures like ourselves from 100% to wish-you-were-dead in less than 24 hours. High fever, vomiting, dizziness, leaden limbs and worst of all, a total disinclination to go clubbing. It wa