9:30 Club memories (“The Way We Slammed,” 12/15/95): Flipper playing until every last person left the club. Allison, the world’s most beautiful waitress. 9:30 Club buttons. Pere Ubu, White Boy, the Suicide Commandoes. My friend passing out on the stage while Kurtis Blow rapped. Tables! Angry, drunken Mark E. Smith. Egoslavia. Rats like cats. The mysterious pissing man painting in the alley. Thanks.