It was almost magical. One of two surviving pictures of the first Flestones gig. We filled the basement to the brim and literally had to crawl over guitars that were stacked up and lying in the stairway. We trashed dozens of these things and the stage was almost knee deep in debris by the end of the night.
Trigger smashes one of many acoustic guitars that night.
Mike destroys a floor tom with a sledge hammer. One of our specialties was creating unusual brass instruments . It was originally constructed in such a way so that two people had to stand back to back to play it. Each slide worked independently of the other, but the tubing was all connected as one big piece of trombone plumbing. Elbow Noodle Dave and friend getting frisky with Nancy.