Onion was a competition. Who could ride the biggest wave (we went to the beach more than we practiced).... who could break the most stuff. I needed my mommy and, eventually, I returned to her. We had a publishing guy Dick Rudolph who was dangling Michael Douglas's money. Dave and Rob, our managers, (who in nine months booked two gigs), were against the deal claiming that we did not get enough and were going to get robbed on the percentages. I wanted the deal but broke the band up before we could take it. I wanted a deal for myself and to be done with the dysfunctional compadres. This was a tactical error because, I think, Dick liked Dan and Anth more than he liked me. He liked Onion.
- posted by danvt @ 8:25 AM