My name is Zachary Willis. FleX and I met in 1979, at a loft on Canal Street in NYC. He was the first flex; he had the handle before the DJs, the dotcoms and the industrialists. He spawned them all, from flextime to flexgeist. When I met him, his big gig was his early noise band, the FleXibles, in which he played lead guitar and sang. The FleXibles were more than just another blast of Jack Daniels and speed with a weird rockabilly undercurrent and unintelligible lyrics, but they never had much impact beyond the vortex of that musical moment. They were at their best that night when someone slid open the loft’s pulsing steel door. Maybe 50 people milled around, a few dancing wildly, a lot of them stoned on heroin (anyone remember “White Widow?”). Holes gaped in the floor, and it was hard not to imagine what might creep out of them. Then the electricity crashed, stranding everyone in a murmuring penumbra of dark creatures.
The darkness caught FleX mid-pogo and he missed the edge of the stage on the downbeat that never came. It took three EMTs to pull him from the hole in the floor. He chipped a vertebra and walks with a cane now. Last I heard, he'd changed his name and was fronting his new band, the StiFFs.
Opening: Richard Dailey.....Continuation: ril