April, 1993, Accra, Ghana, at a disco called "Picadilly":
It's too early for crowds. Bob Marley comes on the sound system, and two or three Rastas take to the dance floor, in what appears to be something close to biblical rapture. We're stoned on the local weed, fish as out of water as we could possibly be, laughing a bit too loud. Someone convinces me to slip a cassette of my band to the DJ, and he plays it, intoning the word "Rock!" over every quarter note rest. The dance floor clears immediately. A few months later, I'm in Tábor, CZ, getting the band together again.
Lloyd, bass player from SF, agrees to drop everything and join me. Dalek, a crazy guy from the Ukraine who happens to be a passionate, conservatory-trained percussionist, joins up as drummer. For around 3 years we toured the four corners of Europe as La Mano. I could tell you stories, boy.
released January 11, 1994