Date: 11-12-1994
Venue: The Edge
Location: Palo Alto, CA

Two AM, Friday night, bars closing — we run into Our Miss World at the corner of Geary and Fillmore (just off the bus??) She, still wearing a fucking tiara, says to a few fans, “Nice to meet the people from cyberspace.” I laugh and say, “Me too.” She holds out her hand and says, “*WHO*, may I ask, are *you*?”

Saturday night, Palo Alto. Her voice is gone, gone, gone. The band is sloppy (but still great). The sound sucks. Ms. Love is in a foul mood. Says lots of stuff nobody can understand. Brings the beautiful little baby out to say hi — Francis waves to the crowd like a pro. Ms. Love dives into the crowd with her guitar. Guitar survives unscathed. Ms. Love demands the crowd bring the “fucker who stuck his finger up my cunt without asking” to the stage — they do. She slugs him in the face and starts slapping. Boring drag queen from SF show is there again. Yawn. Thanks to Courtney and the band. Nice weekend.