Sloppy Joe recounts the story of losing his prom date to The Clash

Junior prom - I grew up on the west side of Denver and the night of our junior prom coincided with a Clash concert at Red Rocks.  A bunch of us had secured a room at the Sheraton to hang out and party after the prom.  As we were walking into the Sheraton lobby, a man was forcibly ejected from the bar.  He was dressed in leather, torn shirt, big boots and a big, multi-colored mohawk.  He got up and started cussing at the bouncer in the bar.  His accent was definitely English.  When he saw us, a bunch of 17 year olds in tuxedos and fancy dresses, he stopped short, signaled the rest of the band in the bar, and came over to talk.  They were obviously interested in the 8 or 9 teenage girls.  The prom group headed up to our room and started to party a bit.  Soon, there was a knock at the door.  There was the band with a couple of guitars and bottles of booze.  They came in and we sang Rock the Kasbah, London Calling and just jammed.  After a while, we noticed that the room had gotten a lot quieter and absent females.  The Clash had surreptitiously left the room, one at a time, with our dates!  The remaining boys sat around and tried to put a good face on but our hearts just were not in it.  We had all just blown several hundred dollars for this and we were now all dateless.

About 30 minutes later, the girls came back.  "They are animals" they said of the band.  Then the cops arrived and we all made a hasty exit.

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