Mike's Big Column
PART 8: HITO! HIATA! IT IS....GARBAGE-RA!!

I am sitting on my couch with a big grin on my face, thinking back to the club days. I have to tell you, it was one of the best parts of my life. To this day, it was the only job that I loved to go to. It doesn't make sense. The hours sucked. You really had no life, outside the band. It was hard labor and unglamorous but you got a sense of accomplishment. To have all this equipment working. All the band had to do is walk in and play. Knowing that by doing your job, the show goes on, the band plays great and the fans are happy, it's a great feeling.

One of the most enjoyable parts of the evening was after the equipment was all packed away, you had a cold one while the sun was coming up and getting ready for the ride home. We were in the back of Hammerheads, a club in Long Island. The parking lot was empty and it was a beautiful, quiet summer morning. There were more people than usual hanging out with us. I believe this is the first time that I actually talked to Little Donna. I used to see her all the time in the front row but never met her.

So, the whole crew is there and a few fans just chatting and all of a sudden this loud crash comes out of no where. It sounded like a hundred bottles breaking. I tell you, people jumped off the ground. We were like, what the hell was that. Then it happened again. It was coming from the dumpster. Then we hear this rolling sound. Something in there like a wild animal, was trapped in the dumpster. I am thinking, giant rat. I want to get the hell out of there. I HATE RATS!

Moto wants me to go with him to the dumpster to see what it is. I know I am going to be sorry. This bastard rodent is gonna fly out of there and bite my neck. So we sneak closer and closer.... and closer. Moto hits the side of the dumpster and Elmo rockets to his feet, with his face staring at the sky, his tongue out of his mouth, letting out a horrendous noise. Then he dives back into the dumpster and stands up again. This time making the noise but tearing off his shirt like The Hulk and making the noise of Godzilla. Now everyone is rattled, confused and laughing. I ask him "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Elmo says in his broken Japanese , "I am Garbage-ra" "I am new Japanese monster." Then he balances himself on the side of the dumpster, let's out a scream and jumps back in. Everyone was crying. You just kept laughing because who the hell would think of something like this.

Time to go home and get a good night sleep.

Next time is Mark Coppola, the Bong Island Blues and dining at Beef Steak Charlie's

Until next time,
Altini

Part 1: Introductions
Part 2: Animal At Emit's
Part 3: Mike's Big Guitar Debut
Part 4: You're Yelling In My Ear...
Part 5: Security, Peacekeepers and Eddie Kramer
Part 6: Never Buy Lo Mein Fron A Bait Store
Part 7: Greetings from Asbury Park
Part 8: Ah! Hito! Hiata!! It is...Garbage-Ra!!
Part 10: Goodbye, Tony, Hello, Joey... Goodbye, Joey, Hello, Richie...
Part 11: The Gemini, Big Sal and Altini's Fan Club
Part 12: 'Where's My Corned Beef Sandwich??'