| The show in Cleveland was also a sold-out, hot and sweaty rock'n'roll extravaganza. Not only was the club hot during the show, but it was also cooking during soundcheck. It
had nothing to do with music but everything to do with
chicken wings. A local wing joint three doors down from the
club had most of the Everclear crew, as well as our beloved
drummer, Jeremy, grimacing with burning lips. I tried a
couple of the wings named whoppers, and quickly realized
the power of these whoppers. My lips were still tingling
after the show. | |