But I Wouldn’t Leave the Stage
Alan Vega: All of a sudden people started walking by giving us weird looks, like we didn’t belong there, and then we knew it was time to move.
Dan Aykroyd: Are they interdimensional, inter-realm, interplanetary?
Vega: Basic rumbas and sambas.
Aykroyd: Just listen to them.
Vega: There was all this blood.
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Aykroyd: You can never do that enough.
Vega: And then out walks this androgynous figure, no shirt on, muscled.
Aykroyd: He would go to a grocery store, grab a roll of paper towels, and whip them over to the next aisle to hear the reaction.
Vega: But I wouldn’t leave the stage. And next thing I know, my head started going black and I heard this hissing sound.
Aykroyd: Well, let me see. Black jeans, black shirt, black jacket, black tie, black hat.
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Vega: You have to deliver an album and suddenly you realize you’ve only got one song, because you’ve been partying all the time.
Aykroyd: I tried cocaine a couple of times. And a fucking helicopter.
Vega: But we were hanging out more at Max’s.
Aykroyd: Paid $1,200 for it.
Vega: Kinda.