Here's a Chronics story for ya on whys da band broke up at the height of its creativity. It was the summer of '79. There was this wedding reception for some asshole buddy to everyone in the band named Steve Barbato (fellow Ashtabulian, killer guitarist, still gigging today in A-towns Heaters).
The reception was at Steve's parents house in the backyard area which featured a built in swimming pool.Nice Nice, mellow right? Well Dan had a girlfriend who was the kind of girl you would just want to throw in a swimming pool. And Bill did. Bumping her into the pool. Dan took exception to this and conveniently got into a position to where he knocked Bill into the pool.
Bill took immediate exception to this, came out of the pool dripping wet, grabbed this little pill box, opened it, looked Dan in the eye and said, "you got my valiums wet!" Now comes the fun part. Bill decides Dan must go in the pool. He follows Dan all around the reception area, in and out of the family house eyeballing him. Dan is a wary of his attention.
Bill grabs Dan finally. He says you're going in the pool. Dan says no way. Scuffle ensues. This goes on all night while of course they're both getting drunk as loons. The next practice in Bill's living room Bill raises a question to Dan about the other nights festivities. Theres words. Things get overheated, theres a scuffle broken up by the sane ones - Dave and Tim. Bill curses Dan out. Dan spits the biggest hocker of his life on Bill's wall and leaves in a huff. That was the back that broke the camel's straw. Dan more or less quit and Bill more or less refused to play with Dan.
Seems pretty silly, doesn't it? Dan and Bill eventually became buds again after Dan came back from Hollywood in '88.