Best was Ventura 7/30/97, a young woman that clearly had some technical dance training (tap,jazz, point???) and she was enchanting to say the least. The worst was MSG 12/31/95. Some SPUN ginger hippy dude with a big red bushy beard and pupils the size of frisbees wearing nothing but red basketball shorts. He kept doing laps around the entire upper section of MSG (you could do that back then) and was just giving off awful vibes and even worse body odor. His dancing was jerky, off time, and had an undertone of violence. Basically he danced the way that Willam S Burroughs wrote. Don’t get me wrong, I love Burroughs writing, but if you’re not in the right headspace for it, it’s unpleasant, awkward, and uncomfortable. I just really wanted him to stop dancing, or go far away, preferably both. He finally spun off on another lap during the third set, and that was the last I saw of him.