Feathered Hair + GI + Body Bags

The above photo is a pic of a "high school senior picnic" with lotsa flowing feathered hair circa 1981. Uh, yeah...it's ok, yer not on acid, I fucked the pic all up in a photo editing program to protect the identities of the guilty that I found on some Blacksburg Va High School reunion website. I actually delivered pizzas for awhile in Blacksburg circa 1986, and recall the town being pretty near to Jerry Falwell's bible thumping H.Q just down the road.

Looking at these students reminds me of some of the reasons I got so into punk rock in the early 80's, and was consciously rejecting the conformity and grotesque bourgeois brainwashed 80's values and so called "normality" of my "peers".

In the early 80's , my father was to join a little start up media company called USA Today. Dad uprooted us from a village in western NY along the Erie Canal, to become a worker on the information superhighway and help edit the nation's experimental satellite delivered newspaper. Moving to the suburbs of D.C for me, was a mindnumbing & warping experience to say the least.

Much of the city was a bombed out pcp dosed ghetto warzone, and outlying bedroom communities of our nation's capital a vast wasteland of hopeless corporate conformity & dull drones with Government Security clearances. It seemed unlike the blue collar jobs people in upstate NY had, everyone in "The Beltway" was a white collar clone working off the tax payer teat at innoucuous pork filled agencies and fiefdoms like the US Geological Survey, Clarence Thomas' EEOC or James Watt's Dept. of Interior. Within the faceless bureaucracies, Spy culture is big, and right down the road was an airport named for the first director of the C.I.A and numerous and anonymous lobbying and military contracting firms in every sinister tinted window bearing office complex. Lots of my classmate's folks and our neighbors worked for divisions of the military, Treasury Dept, NASA or within the almighty "Intelligence Community". It's hard to imagine what they mean by "intelligence " or "community", when you aren't allowed to think for yourself or discuss anything with anyone. My neighbor Tim (now of the band Avail) down the cul de sac had a pop who was a CIA analyst, and one got the feeling their wasn't a lot of dialogue about that in the family.

Meanwhile the Army recruiters trolled campus promising you could "Be All You Can Be In Today's Army" and Ronald Reagan's cold war humor had us believing the "The Bombing begins in 5 minutes. . ."

I was busy rebelling, creating underground newspapers, spray painting bullshit punk rock slogans on walls and trying not top get beat up by moronic jocks. I was also getting into mags like Trouser Press, Maximum Rock & Roll and listening to bands like The Cramps, Damned, Clash, Minor Threat, Social Distortion, No Trend, The Ramones & and soon starting my own noisy little combos with pals.


It's been kinda interesting, even weird & mostly sad to see the extreme outpost of rebellion that was hardcore punk turn into a well marketed mall cartoon version of itself. Nowadays mannicured & moussed bands like Good Charlotte , Fall Out Boy, MX PX & Sum 41 are sort of representing the ultimate distortion of punk. They all remind me more of Def Leppard than the scrappy bands I used to go see.

I remember punk slipping into a death nell in the late 80's & then it all really got instantly out of hand a few years later after Nirvana blew up. Basically the underground was adopted quick & The Offspring went from playing Gilman St. to having 5 or 6 fax machines set up backstage in every amphitheater by 1995. I remember looking around thinking who the fuck anywhere would need 5 fax machines? How many times a day do 5 people need to fax something absolutely all at once in this band's entourage ? Must have had a no waiting policy in their contract rider I guess...

I assume everyone in the band has a Blackberry by now...


Stuff like that makes me long for the good ol days, when bands didn't even worry about any of that shit. If ya sold more than a thousand copies of your underground record, and it went into a second pressing it meant it was pretty much a hit! If ya had a free beverage & place to sit backstage it was like you had made the big time. But why would you sit backstage when all your friends were in the other room?

I recently picked up a massive 2 CD collection of old Government Issue tracks called Complete History Vol 1 put out by Dr. Strange. I hadn't heard some of the tracks in twenty years, and the 80 some cuts included reminded me of what a fearsome live act this old D.C hardcore band was. My old high school buddies used to cram 5 or even 7 of us at times into a tiny Toyota and haul ass into DC to go see G.I all the time. They would play church basements, and dive bars with shitty PA's and tear the roof off the sucker every night. The singer John Stabb was a real character, unafraid to throw a lil ' ol fashioned Show Biz attitude around as the stage diving madness swirled around him. Stabb would quite often wear something outrageous like a silver studded polyester Elvis gone thrift store jumpsuit type thing to stick out above the see of flannel.

John Stabb circa 82 (GI)
pic on left by Jim Saah from Banned in DC book

Listen to G.I's Teenager in A Box from their Make An Effort 7"

While the vocal sound quality isn't always top flite, particularly on the live cuts, the meaty Tom Lyle guitar always surges right through like a fuzz toned bullet to the brain. Brian Baker produced a lot of their early studio tracks including this track Familiar from the great Joyride EP.





Live the band could get a crowd rocking in a swirling fury, with a highlight of nearly every show being a work out of the old Lee Hazlewood & Nancy Sinatra song "These Boots Were Made For Walking". Megadeath later attempted this tune, and G.I's version outrips theirs by far on likely a thousandth of the Mega Mustaine budget.

G.I would tour a lot, and play just about anywhere it seemed, ironically many of their gigs were in Vet's Halls . Once I saw them in a bar deep in a NW D.C hood on a split bill with Trouble Funk, where big black go-go boys were getting a joyous kick outta holding their stationary fists out smashing the heads of white boys who were circle dancing around in the pit.

Like their friends in Marginal Man, who I profiled late last month (check the archives dawg while the mp3'z are still up!) G.I had their live moments and their recordings only tell a portion of the story. Also like Marginal Man, they sort of left one distinct sound and attempted to forge a more commercial punk-metal-college rock hybrid that was a bit either ahead of it's time, or just plain unwanted.

G.I toured as much as possible, but bounced around on a slew of small labels ranging from early releases on Dischord & Fountain of Youth to Mystic and later Dutch East India affiliated Giant. Eventually they lost some of their core punk audience, and never really hit the big time with their "new" one. By the late 80's, the Stabb & Lyle show were on their umpteenth rhythm section and relics of a rapidly dying scene. Brian Baker had long since moved west to L.A and no longer produced their records, Minor Threat had begat Fugazi, and G.I's contemporaries like Scream were trying hard to stick it out to tour and make money in Europe, enlisting yet another drummer in young Dave Grohl from Dain Bramage. Fellow east coast thrashers like C.O.C & Gang Green were having crossover success on the thrash metal circuit, but Stabb & Lyle were unable to hit the charts with their raw & simplistic songwriting.

G.I finally pulled the plug in 1988... and with them officially died the first wave of D.C hardcore.

a few more of DC/HC 's greatest hits.

GI - Time To Escape

Minor Threat - Salad Days

Dag Nasty - All Ages Show

bonus track:

A band that I never saw live, but because of their sound I imagine were similar in effect to G.I was Chicago's Effigies.

One of the midwest's finest hardcore bands in the eighties, this is a download of their sorta "hit" Body Bag from 1982. It's from a 7" put out by their own label Ruthless, that also released the first Big Black & Naked Raygun records. Search around forEffigies records if ya love the sound of early 80's era hardcore, replete with pissed off gravelly vocals, speedy drum banging & just imagine a pit of violently thrashing madness in some lonely vets hall. Touch & Go re-released their Remains Nonviewable Collection awhile back.

Apparently the band did a reunion earlier in May and it's documented with some photos etc here at the great site punkvinyl.com

Effigies - Body Bag

Flyer for a killer DC Hardcore bill in 1982 featuring Government Issue, Black Flag , Effigies, The Faith, Double-0, Iron Cross at The Wilson Center ( a church basement)

thanx also to these sites:

30underDC.com
spontaneous.com
assortedfreaks.com

for hosting G.I info, mp3'z & images

Slipping Into Darkness - Salsa con Soulfood

I'm back from a Florida jaunt and thought I'd at least give y'all a taste of something hot while I gather my thoughts. Not sure what I wanna spiel so let's just get a funky summer jam rolling. Since Miami is a hotbed of Hip Hop & Latin influences I think I'll go with a couple rare quasi oldie cuts.

This first MP3 came out awhile back, 1995 or '96 I think ,and features Tupac guesting with a Mexican American rap group from the East Oakland area. Since I'm back in the O as I write today, I think we'll drop this classic for y'all...

Funky Aztecs w/ Tupac - Slipping Into Darkness.mp3

It samples the old WAR cut obviously, & gives it a meaner hip hop flava.
I've enjoyed putting this track into various mixes for years & dig how it respects and updates this fine spooky California groove filled oldie and keeps it relevant... but now with a decade under it's belt, I guess it's even sort of an oldie itself...

the track starts with a loc'd out verse from rapper Merciless...

Look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce
Pop's on his fix, Mom's stuck on that crazy juice
went to school, It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh
Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh
What she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows
Is she addicted or just slipping into melbose
A bad ass broad running with the girl gang
just got some tat's,Talking all that girl slang.
first one to slap, because La vida dont matter
Wip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered
Selling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that
Beating up fools with a baseball bat
Started having sex at only 15
Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean
Got pregnant had a baby in December
she wont see the daddy till next September
Mom's and Pop's gave her the boot
Kicked her out La Casa, Now what Raza
with the money she got, She bought a spot of the block
Started paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out
and plus shes all smoked out,the base face
You could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears
of  a life long cries.
They was headed for self destruction
Conjunction Junction,(hey Yo!) Whats your Function?
Her own kids gotta healp, “cause they knew she was slippin'
took the devil away homegiiirl, You was Slippin'.

Chorus: x2

(Slippin' into Darkness Sample from War)
Slipping into Darkness
When you slip you trip and fall
Slipping into Darkness
Ain't no sense to give ya'll no love at all


(Tupac steps in later on Verse 3)

They tried to ban me cause a brothas making noise alot
I tear their asses about to foil the plot
They got me trapped, now I'm strapped getting harder
running from the cops as I try to cock my gloc
The war won't stop, Thats why they want to ban the music
Gather and notice how the cops can't stand the music
See a black man cooling with a mexican
We can all have peace on the set's again
Give a shout out to my homies in the pen.
They try to keep us down but we pound
every time we hit the Top 10
Once again is your friend out of Oakland
Hoping to keep your hip hop clubs open
Now we can fight and let them close them
or we could have peace at shows so we contol them
Now ain't nobody getting paid, It's a damn shame
Why gangbang brothas in the same gate
Say security is the plan cause they letting it off
Brothas come to have fun, but they setting it off
One-Time make it worse when they sweat us
Send a Army of pigs to come get us
So I'm running out of time
and it's cool down with the Aztecs 
and it's Salsa con Soulfood.

I don't claim to be a major fan of Pac, especially when he decided to lose his way from the light & just thugged himself into the darkness & eventually blinged into an early grave. He seemed to stop spreading hope & knowledge and began an erosion signified by macho posturing, provocation, and hatred. By the time he was bought out of prison by Suge Knight, he was still just a prisoner in many ways. The bright sensitive & creative kid he was, had stopped developing his craft, sensed he was doomed and just kept spitting, he played the crazy mysoginist Thug role to the hilt. In the end he got played by the law, labels, media and his so-called friends, becoming worth far more dead to many than he was alive. Nowadays, he is a name brand logo & millionaire martyr for ghetto street soldiers, yet will forever be on my "coulda, woulda, shoulda" list. Live by the sword & die by the sword they say, and Tupac Shakur died a brutal uneccessary dawg's death in Vegas... but for what?

Enjoy the driving flow of his music, it's all we'll ever have...

here' s one more collab he did with the Outlawz Outlawz ft. Tupac - Thug Angel

[Tupac]FunkyAztecs[Oakland][1990's]

[unity]WAR-Remixed[Latin Hip Hop]

[tupac links]


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Black Betty, Wild Things, Wives of Artie Shaw & Dance Monkeys

Little sems to be known about the 70's boogie rock wunderkinds of Ram Jam, (or at least let's just say I'm not gonna spend days digging through my rock encyclopedia volumes to provide ya with nuggets of useful trivia on some one hit wonders). The basics are that the N.Y based group contained members that were previously affiliated with Billy Joel's first group The Hassles & bumblegum icons The Lemon Pipers ( "Green Tamborine"). According to LyricsVault.net, Billy Joel often dedicates "We Didn't Start the Fire" to late bassist Howie Blauvelt when he performs live. While this rocking song ranks right up there with Frankenstein by Edgar Winter and numerous boogie rock chestnuts of the era by Humble Pie, Lynyrd Skynyrd & Golden Earring ,it ain't an original track. Black Betty is a song that first enters the flat black spinning disc world not in this 1977 version, but via Huddie Ledbetter aka Ledbelly. Maybe he stole it from somebody else, but all I know is that he is first to market and that's what counts around here. An Ohio area group called Starstruck first put a rock version out, but it takes a defection by Starstruck's guitarist Bill Bartlett to engage involvement of famed producers Jerry Kasenetz and Jeff Katz to get the track onto the charts for Ram Jam's one and only US hit.

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)
She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)
I said Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam)
You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-Lam)
She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam)
And she's always ready (Bam-ba-Lam)

Ms. Joan Jett is up next , who with the help of her bubblegum guidebook and svengali's like Kim Fowley & later Kenny Laguna, has walked a fine line between bitching hard rock icon and cheese covered shlock queen for much of her multi decade career. Here is her contribution to the Major League film soundtrack in 1989, a take on the Trogg's perennial frat rock & roll classic Wild Thing, . The song first showed up in Joan's repetoire back in her late 70's Runaways days, and is rehashed here for the soundtrack of a baseball movie that takes place in Cleveland. ( Ironically, Cleveland was the setting for Joan's acting debut in "Light of Day" a semi-pointless 1987 flick where she played the sister & bandmate of hard rocking Michael J Fox)

We'll go officially non verbal & head out west for a spell with an instrumental guitar thick track from a new release by Seattle's Kinski, from Alpine Static, out on Sub Pop July 12 on CD and double (gatefold) vinyl.
The sample Kinski track is called The Wives of Artie Shaw, who you should know is a real guy who recently died, and was one of America's most interesting & preminent swing musicians & authors who gave up performing when he tired of the audience's expectations. By the way , the pic is of Klaus Kinski not Artie Shaw...

And our last bit o' froth is from the Sage Francis release out now on Epitaph. The label known for slammin' bumblegum punk finally jumps on the white boy hip hop scene. The caucasian rhymin' king out of Providence R.I plows through a wordy rap that sorta ends up somewhere between Eminem & House of Pain's Everlast in macho posturing and with the beastly multi syllabic verbiage of the Boys Beastie.

Sage Francis - Dance Monkey

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