I saw that dude once. I had just slid in the door to talk to a friend that was working the door and a piece of crap he threw (apparently he'd shat on the stage just before) hit the person next to me. Fucking nasty. Piss poor music to boot. I didn't stay. And no, though he threatened to commit suicide on stage for years I think his fat, pasty heart stopped at some random moment helped along with a little too much heroin or something. www.psychicreform.com Change your mind. "I'm the commander--see, I don't need to explain--I do not need to explain why I say things. That's the interesting thing about being the president. Maybe somebody needs to explain to me why they say something, but I don't feel like I owe anybody an explanation." -- George Bush