Hmmmm....I notice that Watt's boy fails to mention that I bought him several shots of Power's Irish at $7 per (while he hung on my every word),and that they had been emailing me for weeks prior asking me to come down to jam.I show up,at soundcheck time,no Watt.I go to rehearsal,come back,no Watt.I don't even see Watt(whom I had met maybe once prior to this)till he gets onstage,and THEN he wants me to come up,act like we're old pals and jam?Unh Unh.And while they can tell the story and try to make me look like an ass(he can try to sound as cool as he wants,ya shoulda seen his eyes when the blade came out!..some folks just can't take a joke),I gotta tell ya,Watt's boys are about the wussiest,most boring bunch I've run into in quite awile.Watt (when I finally got to talk to him)seemed like a good guy though.But watch out,keyboard dude...if that blade didn't impress ya,I have a ton of bigger ones......

Hey Cheetah!

He mentions the booze, actually. Sounds like he appreciated the drinks and the stories. Anne just didn't include it in her citation.

Here's the whole thing:

"I stepped outside to have a smoke and was rapping w/ the door guy and people watching when this bald cat dressed up in leather walks up to me and asks me if I play w/ Watt; I say yes and introduce myself, and he tells me his name is Cheetah Chrome and he knew watt from the old days and watt had told him to come and sit in w/ us on "Little doll" (watt had told us about him in the boat on the ride over; Cheetah used to play in the "Dead Boys" w/ Jimmy Zero and Stiv Bators and watt had not seen him in a few years). He asked where watt was and I told him he had conked in the boat. " I come to see him and the fucker's asleep"?, "I been waitng for him for two hours!, wake his lazy ass up"! I reply that this is not a viable option as watt really needs his pre-gig conk time or the show will suffer. "What the fuck does he need to sleep for? I'm older than he is and I ain't sleepin' "! I tell him that I am not going to wake him for another hour and he can talk to him then. Cheetah seems satisfied w/ this answer and asks me if I'm the one that likes Bushmills in the band." Sure do" I say and he proceeds to drag me back across the street to the English pub to buy me a few. Chris, Jeff, and Rich are still there swilling brews and are pretty well oiled by this time and I wonder if they're going to make it to the show (they assure me that they wouldn't miss it for the world and they didn't god bless em'-they are very cool peeps) The cat at the bar doesn't have any Bushmills but he does have something called Powers whiskey which he insists is the Glenlivet of Irish whiskies so I down a few. Very smooth, much like the Black label Bush and it goes down w/ no fire. Cheetah, (obviously borracho from some previous intake) proceeds to give me a slurred lowdown on the early punk scene in New York. Trippy cat that Cheetah (just how trippy I would soon find out). We walk out of the pub and Cheetah goes in to the pad next door, where there's some pretty- boy techno-pop band doing its thing. This not being my trip and w/ time running out, I head back to the The End to see whatis up. Spots's in the middle of his set so I hang outside by the boat ready to wake up Jer and the chief when the time comes. A woman comes and taps me on the shoulder and introduces herself as Kara (watt knows her; she used to work at SST in the old days and watt warned me about her as she tried to bogart his last few shows at this pad by being very borracho and belig) She seemed relatively sober (albeit a little too bubbly) and asked where watt was. "In the boat conking," I say, "Oh he's not receiving an audience yet"? she replies w/ no small degree of sarcasm. (great, I think to myself, a sober female Cheetah Chrome) I say no, he's ASLEEP because he has been DRIVING all day and he's TIRED and has a show to do and I WAS NOT going to wake him up. "He's changed hasn't he? "He's weird now". I do not answer as this seems pointless at this juncture but I am nice to her about it. Five minutes later Cheetah shows up from across the street and he's obviously eaten a bag of gorilla cookies washed down w/ a bottle of kickass. He lumbers over and starts rapping w/ Kara and invariably the subject leads to watt sleeping while they're waiting; "watt up yet"? he says, "nope". " you got the keys to this fuckin' van"? "I sure do brother, but I'm not opening that goddamn door, and I'm not waking him up yet". "what the fuck! I don't do this for Mick fucking Jagger"! and he proceeds to shake the boat and bang on it. "I wouldn't do that brother, you're hurting the boat and there's cats sleeping in there". "What the fuck! I been here since 7 o'clock and that fucker's been sleeping the whole time! (at this point he pulls a switchblade out of his jacket and waves it in front of me in full view of everyone) "well how about this, you open up the van or I stick you w/ this" (funny enough I wasn't scared at all at this point; I figured he pulls this kind of shit all the time), I summon my best longshoreman's glare, look him straight in the eyes and say: " You better kill me w/ that brother cause' I'm going to come after you". Not sure what he was dealing w/ or not wanting to stick a member of watt's crew, he backs off and says "I just wanted to talk w/ the motherfucker," I say " wait a few minutes and you'll get your chance." I wake up watt and jer but Cheetah had already gone inside. How unfortunate."

from here:

http://hootpage.com/hoot_ouroarstourdiary3.html

Cheetah is my good friend. And all I can say YOUR lucky that I didn't have Cheetah's back that Night!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*I'm* lucky? Hold those exclamation points, I'm just an innocent bystander reading the Internet. Please check switchblades at the door before commenting, thanks.