Neither did I, at the time, except to say "please don't beat up Layne Staley while you're on tour." Because he hated Layne Staley and was on tour with him for three two and a half months. This was ten years ago, back when people still actually went to Lollapalooza and had a good time.
But said ex had two sterling indices of good character going for him:
1. I met him at a Laibach show.
2. He hated Pearl Jam so much (having spent years living in Seattle) that when they did a surprise gig in San Francisco at a tiny club for just a $5.00 cover charge, he refused to go. REFUSED. I wanted to go just for the sheer spectacle, for the sake of irony, but NO. Oh, man, that was the snarky Battle Royale! He said "Look, I can't date a woman that would even consider this. No. Can't we go see Einsturzende instead? I'll withhold sex if I have to."
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But said ex had two sterling indices of good character going for him:
1. I met him at a Laibach show.
2. He hated Pearl Jam so much (having spent years living in Seattle) that when they did a surprise gig in San Francisco at a tiny club for just a $5.00 cover charge, he refused to go. REFUSED. I wanted to go just for the sheer spectacle, for the sake of irony, but NO. Oh, man, that was the snarky Battle Royale! He said "Look, I can't date a woman that would even consider this. No. Can't we go see Einsturzende instead? I'll withhold sex if I have to."