So I've been through most of this thread while I was on the bus and haven't seen much posted. Anyone else into the folk punk scene? Johnny Hobo, Mischief Brew, Days n Daze, Andrew Jackson Jihad? That kinda s**t makes me love people
So I've been through most of this thread while I was on the bus and haven't seen much posted. Anyone else into the folk punk scene? Johnny Hobo, Mischief Brew, Days n Daze, Andrew Jackson Jihad? That kinda s**t makes me love people
that is a great story!:rockin: I love hearing these stories as much as I like telling them. maybe more.ONe for the wayback machine, inspired by my own sidetrack in another thread:
1994. The Engine Room, Ft. Worth TX. DFL, Joykiller, Pennywise. Amazing show. DFL ripped the roof off, and grafittid the back of the satge. Hella fun band. Joykiller comes on, and Jack Grisham (legendary frontman for TSOL, Joykiller was his new band, nothing like TSOL, keyboard based weirdo punk) was generally being insane. Inviting anyone and everyone on stage to flash the crowd. Tons of boobs, too many johnsons and hairy punk cracks. Jack always wore a kilt. Always. Bad Religion mentioned it in a song, that's how much that dude wore kilts. Under the kilt...he was full Scot. Anyway, Jack Grisham teabagged my face whilst stage diving. I'm still horrified, 21 years later. That mans junk smelled like old milk, and it was on my face. Later on, during Pennywise's set, I would bear the full weight of one of Ft. Worth's best and largest dudes (RIP Harlan Hill, I'm singing Bro Hym and crying again) directly on top of my head, suffer the only confirmed concussion of my entire life, and end up puking all over DSL's merch table.
I never understood standing next to the pit and not wanting to be in the pit. There's room in the back if you don't wanna dance.
that was exactly my thought. stay the flocc away if you don't want in it. if you get bumped, don't be a cry baby.
Fish
Me and Fish go back to junior high. Well I was in junior high. He was a few years older. Fish was a drummer. A Damn good one. He was probably my biggest first hand musical influence when I first started playing drums. He was so fluid. Excellent musician and only got better as the years past.
Fish was a punk rocker. The first I had ever met, growing up in a small, rural Arkansas town. He took he under his wing for a while. I had always felt different from the kids at school. Not quite sure why but I'm sure you can relate.
Fish helped introduce me to a new lifestyle and a way of thinking that I had in my heart but wasn't sure how to express. He showed me that there were other people out there who thought along the same lines, and that I wasn't alone. That made a huge difference in the way I saw the world. There was more. I just had to go and get it.
Years past. Music was played. Bands were formed and disbanded. Hell was raised. But mostly, liquor was drank. Fish was an alcoholic. I won't blame him for my own alcoholism, but he didn't help.
We didn't gang out all that much in later years, but when we did, it was always much drunkenness and dumbassery.
Fish and I got vodka drunk one night. Well many nights, but this one particular night we were leaving a certain small town and decided we would climb the lookout tower. This tower is a tourist attraction with stairs , a couple hundred feet high. If course it's closed at two o'clock in the morning, so we hop the fence and start climbing. About halfway up, Fish reveals to me his dreadful fear of heights. We press on and when we get to the top I immediately hop the rail and swing myself out over the edge. He freaks out and tells me to get back, do I do. We sat at the top of the tower and finished the flask of vodka. Before we leave we decided we should steal the flag. A big as American flag hanging from the tower. It was padlocked on so we cut it loose folded it up and headed back down. We made it home just fine, despite him being way to drunk to drive his van.
Fish was an *******. He liked to punch his friends in the face when he got drunk. I had several fistfights with him because of this habit. He would get a wild hair in his ass and just punch his nearest friend. A character flaw, I suppose.
We were drunk on whiskey one night at another friends house and someone broke out a blow dart gun. Fish said he wanted to get shot with it. I have a video of him getting pepper sprayed, willingly. I've been pepper sprayed, but not willingly. Anyway he decides he wants wants us to shoot him in the nipple with the blow dart gun. No problem. He takes off his shirt and we go to shooting. Unfortunately, we were all drunk and terrible shots. We were using broad head hunting darts ,BTW. Twenty or thirty darts later and his chest is a bloody mess. All darts within a couple inches of his nipple. Finally someone sticks one right in his areola and then he was done.
About ten minutes later he punched me in the jaw and we had a pretty good fight. He won. He was a tough mother ****er.
I could go on with stories all night, but I won't.
Fish's real name was Cory. Cory died in a car accident yesterday. I hadn't seen him for several years.
Rest in pieces, Fish.
I'll be along to piss on your grave shortly. You wouldn't have it any other way.
What is a 'typical preppy redneck bunch'. I have no idea what that means. Does it mean that they keep both overall straps snapped vs just one?
This thread brings back pleasant memories of many a show at Trenton's City Gardens - Henry Rolling, Ramones, Circle Jerks, Scorn Flakes, X, GWAR, Ween, Dead Kennedys, Bad Brains, and so many more. Good times.
What is a 'typical preppy redneck bunch'. I have no idea what that means. Does it mean that they keep both overall straps snapped vs just one?
Really is a lot of punk roots amongst brewers. Brewing job I interviewed for last week, head brewer has punk roots. I list as a reference my former head brewer boss/friend (also with punk roots), who talks to potential future head brewer. Potential future head brewer boss, armed with nothing by my short hair, chops, and love of reggae (because apparently music is a question in brewing interviews, been the case in every one I've had), asks former head brewer boss/friend if I was a skin. I was wearing just shy of a floccing suit.
I'm certainly hoping that, based on what he could put together, he knows better than to assume I was WP or something.
people almost always assume I'm WP. it's downright floccin' annoying.
If I were to walk down the street with turnup jeans almost to the knee, 20 eye docs, green flight jacket and braces hanging out the back with a straight razor shave to the head, then I would expect the average person to think I was WP. Because that's what people have been fed.
However, I'm lucky in that my style's more on the subtle side and it's only folks familiar with the subculture who pick up on it. And as such, don't usually assume anything (which is what I'm pretty sure this was). But I still find it funny who ends up picking up on it.
Last time I remember someone questioning it was actually an ARA guy who we knew a lot of the same people but had never met, and there was a nazi thing happening in town. And a quick semi-in my face "you 88?" "no" and that was the end of it when mutual friend showed up. Hah.
I'm not real familiar with skin culture. Do ya'll have something against paragraphs?
(Dodges the berry punch)
I was in a strange place when I was a NERF champ. I can't believe you found that old pic of me!
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