Stopped in at the George Square branch for a cheeky sausage roll on my way to Uni one morning in the early nineties and who should I see browsing the fresh offerings but that completely frazzled guy who was in Mercury Rev for the first two albums but never seemed to contribute much to the live sound (In fact it was doubtful if his guitar was ever plugged in), but made an interesting visual component.
I said hi and that I’d enjoyed the gig the night before. He looked at me searchingly for a good ten seconds before settling on: “Hey! Thanks man.” and returning to his contemplation of the steak bakes.
