He hissed something like, "I don't believe in what you do and I think it's a bunch of bullshit. I don't know about your music but your message-I worked with someone who hung out with you for a couple days, and they told me what you were all about!" The rest of the band was totally cool-Kevin Haskins, the drummer, asked me for my autograph and David J. is just a weird creepy lizard man. Daniel Ash's girlfriend kept trying to shut him up, be he wouldn't. "I've been where you are, and I don't ever want to be there again. It's a hot trip to heaven, that's what my album was about. You're never going anywhere." I think he was under the impression that we worshiped the devil and advocated rape-probably from those phony fucking affidavits-and he ended up chewing us out and ordering room service all night. A total schizo, and another idol forever shattered.