Okay, where were we? Oh yeah, our boys are on top of the world. The only thing they ever wanted to do was make a record, and now their record is being played on the radio. They're hanging out with guys from the MC5, "kick out the jams man!" At least the guy said he was from the MC5. He looked like the guy from the MC5 anyway. There are gigs in Philly and Boston and they have a video to film, ( for which Handshake will charge them $80,000 against their royalties.) Cyndi Lauper's Blue Angel band shares billing with them. (they, of course, offend her, having no respect, although she too recorded at Kingdom sound.) They are sharing the bill with bands like the go-gos, echo and the bunnymen, ub-40, and teardrop explodes.

But you know we got trouble, right here in Hudson river city.

Dave and Gary are quietly fueding over a mixed bag of personal problems. After almost twenty years of friendship a lot of a little nagging problems have grown to where they are hard to ignore. They include Jack Cortes, a couple of different women, and the fact that about two thirds of the songwriting is now Applegate/Gelbstein, not Applegate/Anderson. They can still be the best of friends, they share interests and a language that normal humans would struggle to comprehend. Unfortunately they are both physical, almost violent, men; and people who aren't used to how they behave can be shocked by the things they say or do.

AND THERE WASN'T ANY MONEY

Spero, who was starving, and who needed the money more than anyone, was relentless. Even with all the excitement, he really believed tha t he should be paid. The band had wisely refused to sell it's publishing, knowing it would be worth more later, but they were out of money. What's the point of being on the radio if you have to swing a hammer to pay your bills? Gary tells a story of the last time he heard a Pet Clam song on the radio. He was framing a house in Jersey early in '82, when after "won't get fooled again" finished on the radio he heard the familiar opening of "gonna get fooled again." He immediately took off his tools and sat down in the dirt. When the foreman told him to get back to work, he said "I'm not bangin' nails when my song is on the radio."