The three of us told ourselves it was for the best. The need was for a more seasoned, mature front-man. T Hall was the man. He was older than us, and was a more polished singer than Stickman. T Hall told us he was 27, but one day when Porto and I used his ID to buy beer, we noticed he was actually 34.
At first, things went well. We played all the local dives. Trashed dressing rooms… and coined ourselves “The most Destructive Band in the Hudson Valley“
Our next step was into the studio to record such future hits as “Not You”, “Under a Cloud” and “TT One”.
We soon became bored with our hometown…the thought was of relocating the band to NYC…But T Hall had another idea: Daytona Beach Florida. He pulled out a map and showed us where we were going. We all agreed. T Hall was very persuasive.
The Band loaded into T Hall’s Chevy van, equipment and all, and hit the road for Florida. The van became our mobile home; littered with girlie mags and billowing smoke. We left our former lives behind and headed off onto Route 95 for fame and debauchery.
We arrived at Daytona Beach for Spring Break 1990. The first order of business was to drive the van on the beach….it was heaven. Girls in G-strings, party people everywhere. This was it. All we needed was a place to crash and an endless string of Gigs!
As far as partying went, success was achieved. We rented an old dilapidated mansion, and made quick friends, partied all night and had a blast!
But T Hall hadn’t done his homework.
Crash Palace was an all original band, with a couple of cover songs thrown in for good measure. Our set list gave us about an hour of material…2 hrs at best if stretched out. The club circuit in Florida was based on full-blown cover bands. They would play 3-hour long sets, for a whole week at a club. Apparently Crash Palace didn’t fit the Florida mold.
PJ‘s was our local club of choice. Different bands passed through every week. Some good, some bad, some really good, some really bad! They were all pretty much “over the top” hair metal glam-bands; spinning out the hits of the day. Poison meets Twisted Sister meets Whitesnake. You get the point.
At that time PJ’s would not book us because of our lack of cover material. So our plan of attack was to ask/beg the current house band if we could sit in on their equipment during a break. Most bands agreed, others looked at us like we were crazy.
Up on stage we let it really rip. Pent up energy and booze fueled our aggressiveness. Most of the time we had to be pulled off by a less than amused and angry band. But, PJ’s was impressed by our show, and offered us a gig of our own in the near future!
We started rehearsing in earnest, learning cover songs to go along with our act. Not the cheesy songs everyone else was playing, but stuff from Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Guns & Roses etc…We were ready to Rock!
The day before our “Gig”, T Hall came down with some sort of liquor induced sinus infection. The gig was off. We were done, soon back on Route 95 traveling north to New York, cold, and winter. Crash Palace was never to perform live again. Doug and Porto went on to a new band and I went back to college. T Hall was never heard from again…now it’s all just memories.