Pat Finn was there tonight. He played Undone with us. That would have been a perfect opportunity to tell a story on stage.
Pat Finn was the guy who introduced me to Pat and Matt, and the guy that introduced them to each other.
I was working at Tower Records on Sunset Boulevard in 1990-1991. One day a skin-head looking punk came in to start his first day of work. It was Pat Finn. I thought he was the coolest thing ever. A real punk.
At the end of his shift he inexplicably said “Hey man, do you want my peanut butter and banana sandwich?”
Food was at a premium at the time for me.
A real punk not only talked to me but gave me his sandwich.
I idolized him. He was always trying to get our boss to punch him so he could file for unemployment or sue or something. He also always tried to grab my nuts forcefully. I didn’t know if he was gay or just insane but I thought he was the coolest. I tried to get him in my horrible metal band to be a DJ of all things. For some reason he was interested in playing music with me too but on HIS terms.
One day he said, “You’ve got to meet my friend Winky Smiles.”
I went over to his apartment on Gordon and saw first thing as I entered a large grown man lying in a heaping pile of filth and garbage. He looked up.
“Hey Man.” It was Pat Wilson.
They played me Morrissey songs and I tried my best to understand why it was cool because I knew that it was but I couldn’t. Everything they played me had clean jangly guitars and that just didn’t jibe with my heavy metal background.
“This is great stuff,” I said. I knew I had to latch on to Pat Finn.
We eventually formed a band, Sixty Wrong Sausages. Jason Cropper was in the band too. We all wrote and took turns singing. Four-tracking was on in full force.
Pat Finn also joined Kyokushin with me. He was gangly at first but he came to kick some serious ass eventually because of his incredible determination.
He was one really intense guy, kind of like me. He was a vegetarian, a conspiracy theorist, a punk. He told me about a musical duo he had formed back in Buffalo called “Skraper”. The other member was apparently a Teutonic titan who rapped a violent breed of nonsense. I had a pretty scary image in my mind and was surprised eventually when I met the guy, a complete lamb of soul, when he helped me move into my apartment with Pat and Matt. I’m talking about Karl.
Pat Finn was the nexus between all of us, Pat, Matt, Karl, me, the guys in Wax, the guys in the Dum Dums.
It was cool to play with him tonight.
He’s married and his wife has a nine-year-old (?) by a previous marriage. The girl goes to a “Waldorf” school. I want to find a special school for my kids too. I want them to practice meditation every day like we did in the Yoga School.
I called K again this morning. I pointed out to her that our last show is in Vegas in a few days. She could meet me there.
Vegas. You get what I’m saying?
She said I’m crazy.
I AM crazy.