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.
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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.
When I moved to New York, I had to let my band know that I couldn't play anymore, and that was difficult to leave that behind.
The rest of the band were basically friends, So it was me following them around and begging them to let me be in their band for two or three years. And they finally let me in on the harmonica, actually, and then the keyboards, and finally the guitar.
All of a sudden, someone threw me in front of this rock and roll band. And I decided then and there that was it. I never wanted to do anything else.
I was a drummer and I played the guitar.
I was playing with the Aquabats, and then I quit to join a band called Suicide Machine in Detroit.
I was in a band in Auckland, and I remember they all hated me. They had a big intervention. They said, basically, 'Gin, we think you suck.' I was miserable. I cried and cried. But looking back, that taught me about social skills and how to communicate with musicians.
I was kind of bored playing drums in a band. Which was depressing, because playing in the band was kind of a golden ticket.
I broke up the band in the office in Gerrard Street.
I've played drums in bands since I was 16.
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