Whatever Happened To Farm Boy

You can supposedly see me in the video clip, sitting back behind the keyboards along the edge of the stage when the band starts facing the audience towards the right, near the two minute mark and on. My computer monitor is too dark and hazy to determine, but I remember my old boss Mitch, who took this video from the balcony of the Nsect Club, showed me on his home computer several years ago, which looks like me poking Mike Turner's leg while he's standing on an amp stack. All I do see is Goofy Steve, who was my roommate at the time, crouching behind the bass player and bobbing his head (4:15). He just got married about two months ago in Malaysia -- Mazel Tov! (Oh wait, Steve's Catholic).

This is King Missile, by the way. A popular New York City avant-garde group that my friends and I used to love back in the day. I've seen them several times, and hung out with lead singer John S. Hall whenever he was in town. I think this show was in spring of 1994, and it was the last time I ever saw them live. I think they're called King Missile III now. Man, am I out of the loop.

Anyway, this is like a game of Where's Waldo, if Waldo had big tits. Which would probably make Where's Waldo a lot more interesting to play. And undoubtedly easier.