dave dixon read 'fake fake eyes' to the theme song from raging bull actually, not the deer hunter soundtrack. thats on tape, one day to be watched again. also on that tape, a video of dave dixon demonstrating one of the illegal practices that kept the old drakes clock ticking. i remember the small enclosed area gig but it didnt beat the one where the owner of the old drakes was watching the smashing of equipment on stage and neil wrote him a letter of apology afterwards. thats how rock it was and still is. of course, you could always go to rival bar 'bakes' and get served by the masterful ray vixen. perhaps you could see aberdonian counterparts 'pint of orange' or 'losing weight' play some snuffcore hits while you drooled over your complimentary picture of james galdofini strangling 'ralphy' from the last series of the sopranos. perhaps a pint of blood afterwards while you wept into the cross around your neck and kissed the soveriegn ring on your finger. the rusty chalice of love, thats what the old drakes was. BEAUTY! TRUTH! WISDOM! KNOWLEDGE! HONOUR! 6 years of it.