I really wanted Pygmy Marmalade to be called Hate, mostly because I love the Peter Bagge comic so much. Some of us decided that it was too negative.
Meanwhile, Eric Zuckerman, Jarret Berenstein, Tiffany Morningstar and I (Dave, were you there?) all got drunk at McManus one night and swore we were going to do a show together as Country Jeff's Olde-Tyme Raperie.
"Tomorrow, we're going to think this is a bad idea," I said. "We have to promise to do this!"
And, of course, the next morning I thought better of it and said that maybe we should change the name. Jarret gave me shit about being such a pussy, and suggested we perform as "Country Jeff's Olde-Tyme Consensual Sex-erie."
We never did perform, which I regret.