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Dan Menche, a rebel skates local who used to drive us up the west hills, got into music. Not really the kind of music you normally listen to.
I saw him open for (maybe it was for Motorgoat?) some band at the XRay where he just literally screamed at full volume "GET OUT, LEAVE, GET OUT OF HERE, I'M NOT STOPPING TILL YOU ALL LEAVE THIS PLACE!!!!!!"
It worked, he (eventually) cleared the tiny tiny all ages downtown punk venue. I think most of us stuck aorund thinking it'd turn into something more 'engaging'.
The next time I saw him perform here, he swallowed a contact mic, you could hear all kinds of gurggles happening, then took another mic and started swinging it around like a lasso, faster and faster, the wind in the screen started hissing, then whistling.
Not really the kind of stuff to jam to on yer ipod, this approach to musical performance is very spiritual, and I appreciate Dan's take on things. By this time he drove a nice newish Jetta around town, and was really living by his own rules. I don't think any of the Rebel skates dudes really 'got' his music.
Years later, at Amoeba records in Berkeley, I found a cd with his name on it. I had no idea he was still doing it, let alone actually putting out media. That moment sealed in my mind that he was basically a legend.