The following Mexico Dan testimonial was provided by friend-of-the-band and super fan Nice Guy Kyle. OK, maybe he wasn’t a “super fan,” but he was at most of the Ghetto Monks shows. I don’t remember if we put him on the guest lists. I hope we didn’t. Anyway, this harrowing account may shed light on the Mexico Dan phenomenon, but be warned! It is not for the feint of heart. Seriously, your heart could explode.
My first Monks show with Mexico Dan – By “Nice Guy” Kyle
A couple buddies and I had driven up from Tacoma to see the band play the Central in Pioneer Square. I had seen the band play before — my friends had not. During the first song, my friend Bryan asked “Where is your friend?” referring to Pat.
“I think that’s him next to the drummer,” I responded, as Pat was leaning against the back wall, smoking in sunglasses and a black and white plastic jacket.
Bryan: “The homeless guy?”
NGK: “No. I mean yes, but he’s not homeless. I don’t think. I’m reasonably sure he is not homeless”
Bryan: “So what is he doing?”
NGK: “I don’t know.”
Bryan: “Does he play something?”
NGK: “I don’t think so.”
Bryan: “So, we drove up here to watch your friend smoke?”
NGK: “I don’t know”
So the band played and Mexico Dan smoked. Two/three songs in the band was heating up and we were feeling the rhythm and bobbing our heads and Mexico Dan began bobbing his head. Soon he was out dancing next to Wanz, singing along and exhorting the crowd to join in. Whether or not we knew it, we had bought the tickets and were now taking the ride.