He said: "You know? We were in this band called "Fecal Matter" like in the 70s and we toured a lot. Maybe you saw us. We opened for a lot of bands coming up or down the East Coast. I have to say that we were pretty outrageous. Threw up on stage. Jumped into the crowd at the foot of the platform. Poured fake blood on one another. You know. Just the general mayhem that the 70s were all about. Got arrested in South Carolina and Tampa. Maybe another place too. Who could keep track. I mean, we didn't get busted for anything serious, just the usual mayhem and public outrage. Never got busted for dope, I'm happy to say. We didn't have no high priced lawyers for something serious like drugs. And junk and coke and all just wasn't a "thing" like it was in the 60s and stuff. So, we made some records that did OK and you know, we got noticed and we were working hard and then "Douch" up and died on us. He was the leader. He wrote the songs. He got the contracts. He WAS "Fecal Matter". He keeled over during the end of our set somewhere in New Jersey of all places. Jersey, for Christ's sake! Didn't ever make the papers. If we were in New York we might have got us some publicity out of it or something, but not in New Jersey. Nothing really worked about "Douch" was gone. I guess we just lost heart. Dude and I tried to get another band together, but in truth, we were just burned out. We had it. It was a warning and we both were ready to just chill out for a bit. SO. 40 years later, we are asked to put the band back together for some kind of fund raiser for kids or something. Are you kidding me? I'm going in for prostate surgery next week!"

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