From a conversation with Mr. Westmoreland, April 5, 1992
My defining moment, the great tragedy of my life, was when I was fired from my position as Gene in a Kiss cover band after a show in State College, PA. To give you an idea of how long ago this was, we were only the 59th Kiss tribute band in the world who thought we were the first to be named "KISS My Ass." Anyway, for all the time I was in KISS My Ass [#59], the other guys could never figure out how I could pretend to vomit blood at the end of my bass solo -- just like how Gene Simmons does it! -- without running backstage to get a cupful of stage blood in my mouth first. Well ... in State College, I finally told them I wasn't pretending. I still don't see what the dealbreaker was -- I mean, the whole point of those tribute bands is be as close to the real thing as humanly possible, right? Those lameass wannabes were just holding me back anyway.