May 3, 1987 in Trenton

This is a most entertaining story about a Butthole Surfers gig in Trenton that has the following elements:

- dog food on the floor
- all ages show with the ubiquitous dancing women and crazy films
- bouncers unplugging the show
- rubbing alcohol and fire
- How Gibby got his hands on all those 16mm medical films
- riotous behaviour by all

My favorite part of the interview where Gibby explains how the shows were actually an overcompensation because he wasn't confident in his singing:

Gibby Haynes: I was in charge of the show. I thought if I couldn’t really sing, then I might as well put on a show. So at first it was smoke and strobes. And then it was lots of smoke and lots of strobes. Completely fill the club with smoke until you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, with a pulsing, bright-as-shit light that would make you vomit and convulse. We would make effigies out of newspaper and then tear them up in the strobe light, which was cool because it looked like you were tearing a human apart. We would dress up the dummies the same way we were dressed, and then jump behind an amp and throw out the dummy and rip it up.