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The Chills, Boston, 1990. Drunk as a skunk before we even got in the place; mate and me down the front dancing and shamefully abusing the floppy-haired, non-dancing, too-f**king-cool-for-his-own-good, youth at the front of the stage. Chills started a bit slowly, but gradually upped their game with each song and finished with a rollicking "Love My Leather Jacket". Al and I got thrown out the Sports bar next door because we could barely stand ...

The abused non-dancing youth I bumped into at a Loop gig a few weeks later. He totally blanked me the c**t.

Posted By: BerlinCanary, Nov 24, 14:08:11