LIVE ARCHIVE · JOHN FRUSCIANTE
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OCT 30
1993
The Viper Room
Los Angeles, CA, United States
SETLIST
NOTES
John's first solo show ever. He only gets through “Life’s a Bath” before throwing up on stage over his friend Gibby Haynes. Apparently, although unconfirmed, the same night he also played a song with River Phoenix. Flea was in attendance.
Headliner: P
ALBUM STATS
1 Smile From the Streets You Hold song
 
Life's a Bath

Stats only reflect full song performances, not partial performances.
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RECORDINGS
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REVIEWS
Scott Ian (I'm the Man: The Story of That Guy from Anthrax):
On October 30, 1993, I got a message from Al Jourgensen saying he was going to be in town to play this all-star show at the Viper Room in LA on Halloween, and he wanted to invite me. The band was called P, and they featured Al, Butthole Surfers vocalist Gibby Haynes, Red Hot Chili Peppers bassist Flea, and Johnny Depp […] We all met out front of the club and squeezed our way inside. The place was packed way beyond capacity. We had our backs to the bar, we couldn’t move. We decided to give the band five minutes and then get the fuck out of there unless the music was really incredible. P took forever to come on, and we’d already been there for an hour […] All of sudden, there was some commotion in the crowd near us. We couldn’t even get out of the way. All we could do was lean. Some dude pushed through with a guitar case, trying to get onstage. People surrounding him were yelling for everyone to get out of his way. It smelled like someone had shit their pants […] Right as we were about to bolt, the lights came on and the dude who had poo pants walked on with a guitar. The lights were dim, but I could tell it was ex- Red Hot Chili Peppers guitarist John Frusciante. Everyone knew he was a major junkie, so it made sense that he stunk like a bum. He walked up to the mike, a dazed expression in his eyes, and smiled a toothless grin. He mumbled that he was gonna play some songs, but he was really hard to understand. He slurred indecipherable lyrics and picked at his guitar like he was trying to remove scabs. It was fucking awful. After the second song he started to say something, then turned and threw up on Gibby’s leg.