Los Angeles 1983
playing drums in a 5-piece with me
were Rick on bass Arthur Janov's son
and Barry a New York shrink on lead guitar
both employed at the pseudoscience
Primal Center in Santa Monica
(another black hole if not for clients)
where unfazed seeing nothing amiss
about gazing daily into the abyss
there was endless self-examination
sitting on the sofa or slouching on a couch
encouraged to neuroses extermination
patients were heard to scream yell
and shout it all out in a padded cell
on 4th July after playing our last song
with the final notes ringing still hanging in the air
hoping both their heart and soul they'd bare
and the rehearsal all wrongs and wounds would heal
I asked the band's two psychotherapists,
"How does that make you feel?"
Whereupon I was strongly instructed immediately
in a two-word response to kindly depart the vicinity
Mark — Martin — Rick — Tony — Barry
vocals — drums — bass — keyboards — guitar