I decided not to give The Mighty Fang the keys to the blog, but here's another cat.
Chan is so drunk she can barely stand, and the pain in her voice is so clear that you want to wince. It was around this time period 1998-1999 that she pretty much fell apart and people would come to her shows just to see which Chan they would get that day, the one who would play a set pretty much all through, or the one who would do something... crazy. Schizophrenia as performance art, I suppose, is why people kept showing up at her shows. Somehow she kept booking shows and showing up for them (yes, *she* booked them, she didn't have an agent or manager booking shows for her). I suppose staying home and facing her demons was even less appealing to her than going on the road and trying to shout them away.
-- Badtux the Music Penguin
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