we practiced in this immense empty room and covered the windows with lengths of cloth there was no heat in the winter we would play in huge coats and fingerless gloves and get drunk I was playing this mesa which was just loud as hell and then I added a second speaker cabinet we would play shows in these shitty art places and people would leave the room — horrible noise — I would go home afterwards feeling like half my head was gone which was great – In the attic we found a smoke machine and a strobelight we put the strobelight in the kick drum and turned off all the lights turned on the smoke machine nobody could breathe later we played for fifteen minutes in the basement there was no light except for cigarettes I remember playing some times but just barely where I could hardly stand up swatting at the guitar with bear paws.