Summer of '92! Arrested Development at the old 9:30 Club. Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy opened. It was dark and smoky and jostly. I'm going to say I probably drank ginger ale or some kind of soda, because I can't remember whether I had turned 21 yet. I was close enough to scream myself hoarse hollering lyrics back at the stage, but not to get hit by sparks when Rono Tse fired up the machinery.
I saw a few last year but I didn't see this one until now, so DJ Rotten Robbie, G-d bless your soul and keep livin'.