I saw Mojo Nixon four times, but only three of those times involved him being onstage playing and singing. This is the story of the other time. One evening in the spring of 1989, two or three buddies (that I worked at a record store with) and I were driving up to see Throwing Muses at the Palace in LA. As I was chilling in the backseat, we came up on an old white van in the lane to our right.

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The first thought that popped into my head was, "that looks like the kind of vehicle Mojo Nixon would drive." As we passed the van, I looked up and was shocked to see that the driver was in fact, no bullshit, Mojo Nixon. In the passenger seat was unmistakably Skid Roper. I pointed this out to my friends and we all started waving at Mojo, who noticed us and waved back.

Then he stopped waving and his eyes got really wide because our car was starting to drift dangerously into his lane. An accident was luckily avoided, however, and we continued on our way. RIP, Mojo.

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