() The first time we played at the Moravian Lounge ( or the “The Mo” as we called it) was in the fall of 1976. The gig was 5 sets a night, 5 days a week and we ended up staying there (the first time) for about 50 weeks. The Mo was in a suburb called Clinton Township in the outer ring of the Detroit Metropolitan area, not far from lake Sinclair in Macomb county. I had turned 18 the previous May and was already pretty indoctrinated to the bar band life.Most of the area was farms until the 1960s but there were still plenty of farms and farmers around. The patrons of the bar were mostly people who worked in a nearby auto plant or family farms close by.When you’re at the same place for too long you get to know more than you want to about the people you see every day, especially when the booze is free-flowing and you’re at a age when you’re thinking about sex 24 hours a day.The bar was owned by the Kallikak family, and at this time was run by the middle brother named Teddy.Teddy was a big guy who apparently didn’t have dental insurance, with a glass eye and a hot temper. When fights broke out, which they often did, he was the one that went into action. I never had a problem with him, but I heard him yelling “ready to go” many a time. There were lots of fights at the Mo.His girlfriend was named Annie. She was a part-time waitress at the bar, but like many of the women who worked at “The Mo,” she also danced at a nearby “gentlemen’s” club a few nights a week, where the “real money” was. She and Teddy used to get into it pretty good sometimes and he would knock her around and slap her. One night it got really bad. I had gone out to parking lot on a break and walked back in the kitchen entrance, past by his office door. They were screaming at one another. I could hear there was some kind of physical altercation happening, like pushing and shoving, then someone being slammed into a wall. She was crying and telling him to stop. It made me feel sick to my stomach. The next day when I walked in she was tending bar, he wasn’t there yet. She had a big black eye that was covered in make-up, but it wasn’t hard not to notice even in the dark bar, especially for the people who heard the scuffle and knew Eddie. She looked like a scared ghost waiting for her attacker to walk through the door. He was a real fucking prince and I got the feeling she wished both he and she were dead. She must have been in a tough spot.The first time we played at the Moravian Lounge the bar was owned by a guy named Louie. Louie was probably the more sane of the three brothers in the family. It was cleaner and smaller than Charlie Brown’s, a blue-collar place for sure, but not a biker bar. Initially, it was a one-week stint and seemed pretty normal. By the time the week was up, Dennis had made arrangements for us to come back for several months.The SpidersAt the back of the bar, near the exit, were the regulars that the guys in the band referred to as “the spiders.” You didn’t want to get caught by the spiders in the spider’s web, because they were pretty much all nuts, and they could hold you there for a while talking crazy shit. They might even try to pick a fight or something. They were the five or six guys sitting on stools, the first people you would see if you went in the rear entrance, the guys who gave you the first impression of the bar, where you would decide if you were going to stay or not.“The Spiders” were Eddie and his brother Tom, whom I referred to as “The Baby;” a guy they called “Adameyer” (real name Adam Meyer); a big younger guy named Ralph; and a couple of others who radiated the aura of evil; a must to avoid,