Story by Abigail:

Bill Callahan at MDH, still early enough into his 'solo' years it was deemed necessary to put (Smog) on the ticket.

The gig was seated - the only time I have experienced this MDH.

Bit of a weird thing happened to me sound-wise on this occasion. The drummer had a cymbal known a 'china'. Chinas are manufactured to produce a sort of trashy bin lid sort of tone. For some reason every time the drummer hit his china it went through me horribly, setting my teeth on edge. In the end I had to leave!

I really rate Bill Callahan - he's one of my all-time favourite lyricists - but there is something about his glassy-eyed stage persona that I find creepy. I was glad to get out!