During my suave period in the 80s I would often end up after hours at a popular disco in
Faces had several dance floors, a drag show upstairs, and women weren’t allowed in the basement. I saw things in the basement that still creep into my dreams. The urinal in the restroom was a long troth and the boys would be looking down checking you out. This made it almost impossible to take a piss.
The combination of strobe lights and isobutyl nitrate threw me into an epileptic seizure on the dance floor one night. This was the period I had most of my seizures. Over stimulated I suppose. I’ll be 50 in January and I haven’t had one since my late 20s.
I do remember coming to and finding this gay crowd to be the most genuinely caring people I’ve ever met concerned only for my welfare.
My partners in crime were my best friends Sharon, Linda and Nancy.
One night across the dance floor I noticed an absolutely gorgeous six foot Amazon woman. It was Monica Reed. I had run into her casually at a few parties. She was a well know singer in the area. She had already been a back up singer for the Allman Brothers and was making a name for herself as a solo act. She later went on to sing for Sting.
Monica danced over to me and whispered in my ear that she heard I was vegetarian. I said yes and she told me she’d like to cook me a stir fry. I told her I’d bring the sake. We were off and running from our first date and I won’t say anymore about that.
Monica was six feet tall but wore two inch pumps which made her taller than me. I always thought she was too big for me in many respects.
One night at Faces she was chatting with a beautiful Asian woman. She later told me her friend asked why she always dated wimpy white boys. This crushed me.
I would go with her to penthouse parties in Clayton. Any club we walked into, she’d be on stage in five minutes.
One night we were going to a party at Gene Lynn’s penthouse apartment in the
By contrast to her music scene I was playing private parties at the
Caviar, champagne, and people talking to you as you played, asking how you were producing that sound.
I did end up playing a few shows with Monica, The Heaters, and Blake Travis. One of these was to raise money for Monica to get to
Monica came back a few years later to marry the bass player from Bad Company at St. Francis Xavier Cathedral at