Tijuana, Mexico, Iguana's
February 2nd, 1993

Here's a short review of the show by Dean Goodman

I drove down from Los Angeles to this gig south of the border with three friends, Al, Matt and Janine. We were all fresh-faced newbies to the United States in our early 20s, and stoked for some (mis)-adventure. Fortunately, I keep a diary, so I'll quote from that at length, because I have hardly any recall of the following events.

First up, we got plastered at three bars along the main street, Avenida Revolucion, where whistle-blowing waiters held our heads back and stuffed our throats with $2.50 shots of tequila...

"At the show, we saw the tail-end of My Little Funhouse, and Al and I got right up front for Izzy, who was FUCKING BRILLIANT! A consummate rocker covering Bo Diddley, Howlin' Wolf and most of the goodies off the record. When he sang (Diddley's) Crackin' Up, I pointed out and he acknowledged me. The concert gave me a real high -- hot and sweaty and super-charged. We got backstage with no problems, and all chatted to Izzy, with Matt making the biggest impression (Where's my Australian friend? he asked) Janine also did a good chat-up. Al and I started nicking beers from My Little Funhouse [I remember I was sticking them down my pants] and got told off by a roadie. We seemed to be milling around backstage for ages, but eventually left." (...)

- Dean Goodman

 

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