The summers were heavy with heat and you could sweat to death just standing still on the street corner. Standing on stage under hot lights in a room crowded with people smoking and drinking and sweating and possessing a wide range of philosophies for personal hygiene makes for memories that are murky but pungent. The music carried us through those nights, kept us ventilated. We played rooms where people lost consciousness, just fainted in front of the stage and were carried outside by friends or security. It was Alice who had the plan for what to do in situations like that. “Keep playing,” she said. “Don’t let up cuz the moment we stop playing we’re opening the door for panic to walk in and turn the whole room into a fucking madhouse.”