I broke up the band in the office in Gerrard Street.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was in a band called the valentines and they broke up last week.
In the late summer of 1986, the band I had been in for five years stopped playing. Suddenly, I was on my own. This new state of bandlessness was, at first, traumatic. When your group breaks up, a lot of broken parts hit the ground.
After about a year or so, I was in L.A.; I'd decided to try to get a band together out there.
We worked as a team... I was one of the band.
I quit my band in New York City in 1969 and I got really angry at them. I got angry at one of my guitar players and I dove over the drum set and we got into a fight.
I was playing with the Aquabats, and then I quit to join a band called Suicide Machine in Detroit.
I moved to Manchester to join a band and ended up getting into acting, and I moved back to London to become an actor and ended up joining a band.
For a while I had somebody that came to clean my house that turned out to be in a band that I really loved.
I slowly started to drift back into music again. I finally got the call from John... about getting the band back together again. It was so out of the blue. I almost thought that the moment had passed.
I was working at this club in downtown L.A. from four to eight at night, just Eddie Rubin, the drummer, and I.