Context: I had recently moved into The Manor (the Stern brothers called it Skinhead Manor but that was kind of silly as there were no skinheads - thank God) on Leland Way in Hollywood; rent $125 pcm. The house had about eight bedrooms and a rehearsal room in the garage. I had also recently been beaten up by a bunch of HBs (jocks turned thug/punks) at the whim of some HB girl who thought I was standing too near her boyfriend. (The girl who knocked at the door was my future housemate, Gloria, not the HB chick, who someone told me committed suicide a few months after this. I think the other girl was Rachel, although it might have been Critter, if I had not met her yet...)
29 June 1980
I woke up at six am cause someone was pounding on the door. I answered it and I didn't have my contacts in. There were two guys and two girls and I swore one of the girls was the one from the Fleetwood! It made me kind of nervous to have her in the house.
It was real hot and I was gonna go home and go swimming but Maicol Sinatra had put me on the guest list for Cabaret of the Undefined at Club 88, so I went swimming at Frankie's [Frankie Marley; lived in West LA] instead, yet still missed half of it. Andy [Sevrin? I can't think of another Andy offhand.] was over in the morning, surprised that I lived at the Manor. I had watched Pressure of Honesty rehearse the day before; I couldn't believe how different Chase looked!
Oh, after I went swimming we went to Venice - I hadn't been there since that time I went to that party with Earl - sigh - where I had met Frankie [early July 1979]. We watched the Chiefs [I spelled the word correctly but the band spelled it "Cheifs", which always bugged me!!!] rehearse, who were real good, and drank strawberry daiquiris; then went to a very strange BBQ party in this sort of junkyard with all kinds of neat stuff.
Anyway, as I said, missed half of the C of the U. I saw the Boneheads, Butch, couple others. It was fun outside. The Boneheads were a pretty fun dance band. Something seemed weird about Trudie playing the piano; later I remembered she had always hated bands with keyboards. [Post Keith Emerson at least!]
Butch were boring. [Who were Butch? I can't remember!] Johanna Went was okay.
It was an okay show, overall. Gave Andy and Chase a ride home; these Australian guys who were staying at the Tropicana said they had heard there was a party at my house; I said there wasn't but one of them came round anyway and I was really rude to him; just went into my room. I felt kind of guilty about it later, but I was so tired and pissed off.
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