A few months back, I had a reunion session with Jim Smith and Dave Murray. We played in a band called the Fabulous Weiners in the early 80s. See the Evil Clown Album page for details and links: https://evilclown.rocks/fabulous-weiners/

I’ve been thinking a bit about those early times in my music career since they came, so I dug through my hard drives and found the one that has the digitized files of my early work from 84 to 92. Most of it is not well recorded, but there are some studio sessions and some things well better recorded by Space on a 4-channel Reel to Reel recorder.

When I moved to Santa Cruz in 1984 to go to USCS I promptly fell in with the Thieves Villains and Scoundrels Union Local 12, my first rock band. I was 20 years old and the other guys were more musically experienced and all a bit older than me. The band had been around for a few years and was on their third guitar player, Steve Newman.

Following the Studio Sessions that I arrived just in time to participate in for two of the seven songs, I moved into the jam house on Ladera St in Santa Cruz with Jim and Dave and others. This was a wild time with a lot of partying, and the inappropriate behavior of youth, but we also made a lot of music. We performed at parties and at various bars in the area and we did a lot of rehearsing and less formal jamming in the house. Back at this time, I was not focused on documentation the way I am now, and generally the culture among musicians was not either – recording was expensive, and it was something you did on special occasions in the studio environment. However, on a few occasions we made board tapes of rehearsals from the PA, and this Deep Archive Post presents 6 songs worth of those recordings that have survived in my record. As far as I know, these are all that survived.

Eventually, before the inevitable dissolution of this band, we did have some bigger gigs: One in San Francisco and one at Ruthies in Berklee. The Ruthie’s gig is the only Fabulous Weiner’s show that was recorded that I have in the record. It takes the house engineer a few songs to get the mix dialed in, after which it is ok, but not great. The performances are pretty good, but my memory is that we were often tighter than this live perhaps because we were a bit put off by the environment. Also, Bob changed the some of the words to his delightful little ditty, Get Me Stoned, to Give Me Head, which he regretted and then erased parts of the song from the only copy of the board tape that we had received. Nonetheless, this interesting document shows where this band was with me in it closer to the end of its life than the other two sets posted in the Evil Clown Deep Archive.

PEK – 11/7/2026