Hope your Fourth of July weekend was a blast; that you can still walk straight, are not missing any digits, and still have the same number of eyes you entered the weekend with. For some reason at one party I visited, the subject veered towards “best-show-everrrrrr” territory.

I figured it might have been the first time I saw Black Flag, in 1982? I couldn’t hear for a week afterwards, regardless of how great the show was (pretty great). I was 14, and this was back when Dez Cadena and Greg Ginn played crazed lead-rhythm (both, at the same time!) guitar, and of course there was Henry Rollins like nothing I’d ever seen/heard before. The band was brutal, and Henry already had much of his Henry schtick down.

After the show, he said: “I need money to eat at Denny’s, so I’m going to pass this cup around for you kids to stick some of your mommy and daddy’s money into it, while I perform for you!” Then he took off his shoes and socks, twisted the grey-from-sweat-and-grime socks into a clear plastic cup, and drank it down, in one big gulp! Fuck.

Well, I give him a dollar.

—DJ Yeti.