Scott Drake, center, with Chris Bag of Claw Hammer and one of those unidentified women. This was at Edwin & Debi’s legendary New Years in August bash some time in the late 80’s. One hundred drunken weirdos yelling Happy New Year at the stroke of midnight on some Saturday in August in Lincoln Heights. Best New Years Eve Party I ever attended, and it wasn’t even cold. Anyway, Scott was in fine form, and not long after this he totally weirded out a pair of gothy satanists. They looked great, all in black everything, and they had the whole jaded thing down, but then Scott showed up in the middle of their Anton Lavey shtick, they introduced themselves, he wordlessly burbled and squeaked, and they fled. Who needs language anyway?
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That girl on the right almost looks like it could be Betsy Palmer formerly of the Raunchettes, and who about this time was doing Sacred Miracle Cave with Chris and her Lazy Cowgirl boyfriend and my former roommate of mine (just before Ed O’Bryan IIRCC) for a short bit, Keith Telligman. Interesting times.
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