I remember one night when I got backstage after a Crash Worship show by telling the guards I was Anton LeVey. So I go up to this guy with a pointy beard and a buffalo helmet and I sez to him:
You think you're all hardcore with your fire eating and your chocolate syrup, HUH???
Then I grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall, shoved it into the fuse box, and BANG! There was this huge blue flash and all these poly-rhythms, and I don't remember anything after that.
I woke up the next morning handcuffed and lying on my face in a cell in county with bruises all over me. Best night of my life, man.
- from the collected memoirs of Notch
[forthcoming, ARAUM Editions]