The Poor Boys II aren’t particularly gifted. But they were told to come and play for us, so they did. And did their best, until they got fed up at a crowd they weren’t used to—a civilized one, not the backyard sleepover throng they’re used to in the teen underground scene—and tried to shake things up with a ten minute drum solo.
Not a precision-machine prog-rock drum solo, mind you. Just ceaseless banging by all three band members, on whatever was within reach. They hit and slapped drums, guitar cases, keyboard casings, each other, the bald head of a man too close to the stage…
It ended when someone offered to buy them a drink. After which the rest of PB2’s set sounded positively melodic and upbeat.

Defeat and Death of Ahab at the Bullfinch… Invasion from the East at Hamilton’s, invading twice, at 9 & 11 p.m…. Various Activities (that’s a band) at D’ollaire’s…