More Scruffy

As with his Mum's post, Doc once again perfectly captures the scene and what it felt like to get happily steamrolled by Scruffy.  But he soft-pedaled the many interactions that Buttsteak (the band) had with those fellows.  I fondly remember crashing at a house on St. Paul St. with Stephen and, Burns maybe?, after the Glass Pav show.  Stephen couldn't sleep and quietly sat reading the white pages of the Baltimore phone book.  Earlier that evening, we opened up for them, performing our own Scruffy min-set/tribute. It's been reported by several reliable witnesses that Stephen didn't recognize our "disco" version of their song Blue Russian. 

Of all the music I've performed or seen live, Scruffy set the high water mark at what must have been a low point for them. I'm speaking, of course, about the show at the DU house. That was the return wing of their last tour and if they hadn't decided to throw in the towel up until then, I'm pretty sure me standing on a speaker screaming "Buck Naked" probably pushed them over the edge.  Sorry folks. 

But even in those trying circumstances, they were consummate professionals.  They set up, loaded in, no sound checks, no flirting with willing young ladies, no extensive tuning and mic checks.  They just turned on and played a blistering set... one of those chapter room events where the floor bounced and even the ceiling was sweaty.  I've never seen any band come close to that show before or since.

-RK