Ah, the Spits; I recall stage managing at a local rock fest one year & they were on my stage... I was trying to find them to get them to go on, but they were out in the alley, which happened to be adjacent to a police precinct... they had started a small fire in the alley and were dancing around it. "What are you doing?" I politely asked. "It's the Spits Dance of Fire!" they earnestly explained... great show though.
If the Spits can help us separate myth from madness, puppets from presidents--I'd say let the Spit fire burn bright so we can all see. Hearing is no problem.
Tante
Trent Moorman interviewing Sean Spits is almost as good as the first time I saw Jaws.
The Spits are both stupid and fun and I love them for it.
No band in Seattle has as much fun onstage as the Spits.
Sean Spits hunting name is "Little Big Wind".
Call him that at the show tonight.
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