I see Robyn Hitchcock & The Venus 3 at Slim's in San Francisco. The band is in fine form and Peter really seems to be enjoying himself the whole night. After the set, the band is hanging out at the merch table so I make the bold move of trying to explain this ongoing saga to Peter. Of course I blow the whole thing from the start by coming across as some deranged psycho stalker with an axe to grind and it just goes downhill from there. Peter couldn't be nicer as he explains with a laugh, "I probably hated a lot of people in 1982". Nonetheless the damage is done and getting worse as I notice Robyn beginning to gain interest in our conversation. Great, now not only have I completely ruined my chance to bring Peter in on the joke, but I've also been tagged as a weirdo by the one artist I've devoted most of my adult life to. So fuck it - from now on it's a smile and a wave; opening my mouth just invites trouble.
Peter Buck Hates Me