Andrés Diaz: “Due to some mix-up, we were thrown onto the ’80s Night bill. The ’80s aren’t our decade. Spandex, leg warmers, headbands, hair too big to fail. We looked like bears in a mall. Connecticut Yankees in King Arthur’s Court. Turds in a urinal. Outta place, outta time. I asked a man in parachute pants at the bar to watch my guitar while I used the bathroom. When I got back, my guitar was gone. I asked the bartender, “Did you see someone leave with a guitar?” He said, “Yeah, that dude in parachute pants.” I tried to track the guy down, but he was nowhere to be found.
“I asked around if anybody had a guitar I could borrow, but everyone was rocking synths and drum machines. Then, like the Lady of the Lake bestowing Excalibur, Danny of the Glowsticks offered me his keytar. I had tried to keep my virtuosic keytar skills under wraps; I was embarrassed by them, but the pieces were in place. I knew it was time to show the world my true talent. I went on stage, plugged in, and filled that room with the sonic tsunami of the keytar.”
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Editor's Note: The Denver Bootleg is a series chronicling the history of local music venues by longtime Denver cartoonist Karl Christian Krumpholz. Visit Krumpholz's website to see more of his work.