THE FLESHTONES: PRIMAL ROCK
SPLAT! A plastic bag filled with red chili sauce arcs up and out of the crowd and catches Fleshtones’ lead singer Peter Zaremba right on the jaw. SPLAT! The thick red liquid is all over Zaremba’s face; the top of his baggy black sweatshirt is drenched.
THE FLESHTONES: PRIMAL ROCK
Michael Goldberg
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SPLAT! A plastic bag filled with red chili sauce arcs up and out of the crowd and catches Fleshtones’ lead singer Peter Zaremba right on the jaw.
SPLAT! The thick red liquid is all over Zaremba’s face; the top of his baggy black sweatshirt is drenched.
“They hit him!” laughs a kid in the audience.
“Right on! They suck!” shouts back his buddy.
Zaremba doesn’t think it’s so funny. “How come they let 12-year-olds drink beer in this town?” he yells, wiping the gook off with a white towel.
An orange whizzes by his head, then a beer bottle. “You missed,” he shouts. “Hey YOU!” He points a long finger at a kid in the front row. “I’m sorry! You’re 13 years old!”