was in a book store - I had a DEVO book - long format - many many pages of iron on images - I had received the book for free (dunno how) and the store owner (maybe Mark Mothersbough) wanted to bag it for me to take home. I resisted the bag for a few seconds then accepted it. I wanted to know more about Mark's son's band. He said they were great. Bob Mothersbough's son also had a band, then it sounded like they shared a son and lived in a communal house where everyone hugged like monkeys. Bob was missing his two front teeth. DEVO were going to play a gig that night at CBGB's. I talked to Bob about what a shitty venue it was (sight lines wise).
