"Detroit may have had Iggy, but we had Stiv... At one Agora show he grabbed an empty chair (of which there were many) from the audience, stood on it, threw a mic cord over the lighting ballast and wrapped the hanging cord around his neck. He pulled like a motherfucker until he was suspended 8" in the air. Now Stiv was a little shit, but it took 2 or 3 of the Agora's finest jackbooted thugs to pull the kicking and spitting Bators to the ground. Stiv held his own... Believe me..."