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I graduated in 1989. I was a major in English with a minor in marijuana. … [On] the weekends, we would have these big parties, and it was very competitive in terms of when I started at [Oberlin]. I realized everyone was in a band. When I left, I realized that everyone was in more than one, … so it was competitive to get a gig. They would break up the evening in hour slots, so you could play from 10–11, 11–12, 12–1, or 1–2. It was a little tricky because the 1–2 was not a very good slot. … By the time I left, I feel like they were cutting down the sets to maybe more like half an hour, starting earlier, and cramming five, six, seven, or eight bands into a night. And, it was this chaotic thing where people were constantly going up and trying to share amps and drum kits. … After being in different bands, my friends and I eventually started a disco band called Disco Schnitzel. We had a little bit of traction because we weren’t doing anything new and creative. We were playing all covers of music from the ’70s — disco music. … We would have these keg parties at a house that we rented called the Ministry of Truth. … At one point, I decided that we should class up the joint, and instead of just having some beer and some lemonade, we should have some food. So, I went to the supermarket and I bought a ton of bologna, cheap white bread, and mustard, and just put it out on the counter. And people said, ‘Uh, Rich, no one’s going to eat that,’ but by the end of the night it was all gone. So, when we had parties, I just started doing that and it seemed to work out for people. … At that house, we had a big party one time, and a lot of people were out on the back porch, and it collapsed. … We were close to the ground, so no one got hurt, but the whole thing just fell apart, so we had to tell the landlord. Instead of fixing it, they just tore the whole thing out. Then, the next year, I was in a different house at 50 Walnut St. … We had a party, a similar situation on the back porch, and it collapsed again.
— Rich Sullivan, OC '89