...one of 'em would be this place:
The first band I was ever in was called Scott Thomas Lowe & Atascadero. In 1979, we played live in a large (maybe 500 capacity) auditorium for the inmates of the Atascadero State (CA) Hospital for the criminally insane (I think the inmates were only men, that's all I saw). The band was named after the hospital because Scott, the main songwriter and lead singer, believed that "the world is run by criminally insane people." We were warned not to leave any broken guitar strings laying around, as they could be used for strangling purposes. I took this picture of the rest of the band crawling on the sign at the entrance to the prison. Unfortunately, they wouldn't let us take pictures inside.
The band featured two "buxom" (do people still say that?) female singers, and between their "stage moves" and a song called "Sickness and Death," which featured a rant performed by me in which I screamed about lobotomies and thorazine, "the crowd went nuts," so to speak.
The original drummer of the band was Dewey Martin, who would later be inducted into the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame for his work with Buffalo Springfield. I bought his Springfield-era Camco drums and followed him as the band's drummer. (I still have/use the same Camcos, they're great!) One of the bass players in the band was Jim Fielder, who also performed and recorded with Buffalo Springfield, as well as Zappa's Mothers of Invention, but who is perhaps best known as a founding member of Blood Sweat & Tears. Oddly enough, he has been Neil Sedaka's music director since around the time he was in Atascadero.
Unfortunately, the band broke up a couple of years after I left it, mostly due to the usual decadent Hollywood lifestyles that the remaining band members overindulged in.