Rubber Gloves in Denton, TX. It's a big, sweaty black room with a tiny arcade upstairs and a giant metal "Pharmacy" sign over the bar. It's situated away from the main square in an old train switchyard next to Morrison's Corn Kit factory. I still don't know what a Corn Kit is. On summer nights, they'd leave the back loading door behind the stage open, but it never really helped with the heat of 300 crazy kids' bodies slamming against each other. After the show you could sit and wait for the trains to pass, running alongside or throwing shit at them as they raced by. All of my best rock n' roll memories are from seeing a show or playing at Rubber Gloves.
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