[Greece] New venues! A big bland room that
smelled like burnt plastic – the bathroom smelled like vomit – somehow it all
worked… nice big professional stage. Larry Gus was a frenetic guy (an
increasingly frenetic guy) behind a keyboard. Except he usually wasn’t behind
the keyboard – spazzing to the left, spazzing to the right, climbing the wall
behind him. It wasn’t clear if the non-English sounding lyrics were because he
was spazzing nuts or because he was from Greece. He was basically a DJ? Flame
called the sound, Men at Work, Borat. Talking Heads too. Everybody, Flame,
girls in the bathroom, were discussing the high likelihood that Larry Gus was
coked the coke up. He was a touch flamboyantly gay but then offered up his wife
to the crowd… and whatever else we wanted… and several times. A spectacle –
whether you hated or loved him, you were paying attention. The big boy with the
poorly wrapped man-bun, belly flush to the stage, set the tone – fist thumps
demonstrating how Enraptured He Was by everything Larry Gus did. (photo credit:
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