Send stuff to the
party.... Heres my personal snail mail address you dumb-chit’s....
Shawn Abnoxious c/o The Neus Subjex PO Box 18051 Fairfield, Ohio. 45018-0051
OK, this update you are going to see a different side to ol’ Shawn
Abnoxious than you usually see.... May has been a busy and event worthy
month for me. I decided to use this installment of THE LANDING PARTY
to talk about the time I spend with some musical projects I am involved
in.... I play bass in THE SOCIALS and have also recently debuted my
solo dance music project I now officially call EXXON. I thought I could
get away with this column being around 1,500 words... It simply wasn’t
ment to be. I had a lot to talk about and get off my chest (including
this fucking poison ivy).... Before I bring you down for a landing I
would like to take a moment and thank Wred Fright, Author of The Pornographic
Flabbergasted Emus serial novel/zine whose writing was an inspiration
for this very party....
Saturday, May 3rd @ Cafe Bourbon Street in Columbus, Ohio THE SOCIALS,
RAT PACK, SELF-DESTRUCT BUTTON, SEXUAL TENSION and THE JEFFS
0. I would hereby like to extend a thanks to Chris from The Mexican
Blackbirds for getting everything started for me on an upbeat. On the
morning of the 3rd I checked my PO Box and found a Blackbirds shirt
(in a size large enough) for me to wear. The Juice was real suprised
by the fact too. "Hey, he sent you a shirt you can actually fit
into" he said. It was after that I decided that all during the
month of May, in honor of Chris and THE MEXICAN BLACKBIRDS, I was going
to wear the shirt at EVERY Socials show in the month of May! Call it
a MEXICAN BLACKBIRDS MARATHON!
1. This was the first SOCIALS show that we played with THE SOCIALS OFFICIAL
transportation, the notorious Millenium Falcon, back in SOCIALS hands.
Since events that transpired on February 17th (please see the March
Update of The Landing Party) we had been reduced to using two vehicles
for show transportation... Yeah, Soooo ‘high school’. Exactly
why it took so long to fix the Falcon is still not fully understood
by any facet of THE SOCIALS... The important thing is its back!!!!
2. SOCIALS beats commander (drummer)The Juice was tired and the Millenium
Falcon was not without further problems. Juice had spent the better
part of any waking hour in the week previous to this show re-painting
his residence. As for the Falcon, it had developed a problem stalling
at very inconvenient times ie Stoplights, intersections ect.ect. The
boys in the lab ran mucho simulations on the subject at hand, and came
to the conclusion that because the Falcon had sat so long and not been
driven, there was some form of condensation in the gas tanks (it has
two). So after loading the van with equipment, and after stalling about
15 times, we got on the expressway and maintained constant gas pedal
pressure (which helped the stalling situation) until we got well above
all associated Cincinnati exits.... Where the population thinned....
Our figuring was that if the gas WAS indeed somewhat bad, we would use
as much of this gas as possible until we got new replacement fuel. A
few miles above the Washington C.H. exit ( a lil’ more than halfway
between Cincinnati and Columbus) we replenished fuel we used in Falcon
Tank One... I was the last one out of the station to the van. I found
The Juice sitting in the seat usually reserved for me (front passenger
aka ‘co-pilot/navigator’)The Juice was tired.... He wanted
me to drive.... This was a rare treat indeed, only the second time I
had been called upon to pilot the Falcon... Once in Kent when Juice
drank too much moonshine and now...Of course this ment that I couldn’t
eat my snack of Chocolate GEM donuts and drink that new berry Sprite
while The Juice drove, but it was worth it.
3. About an hour later (cause I do drive slow) I had taken us right
to the very exit that the directions called for. Since I am usually
the co-pilot/navigator on any SOCIALS outing, I got directions to and
from shows we play down to a science. I use that MapQwest TO and FROM
thing. The Juice also said that no matter how fucked-up I had gotten
at any show we played, I have also retained memory on how to get back
to the expressway and home and have also gave consistent early warnings
on when I was going to hurl....I feel like I am a good co-pilot/navigator.
When called upon, I pilot. When called upon I navigate. When called
upon, I let Juice know its time to pull over for me to puke... Well,
I did end up sort of fucking up this trip though. The first stop was
to be the residence of Slak and "his old lady". It was to
be the sight of a pre-show BBQ with all the bands and everything. I
got directions TO the street correctly, EAST TOMPKINS, but not the street
number. I left the rest of the address next to the computer. I even
did a outside vehicle scouting mission (OVSM) gaunt down one block of
the street because knowing that there was a punk BBQ somewhere... I
sort of knew what to look for. Beer cans. Punks. Grills. I even asked
some people that were out walking around. I asked and used vernacular
in a way, that I thought Slak would have used.... I mean, FUCK! He’s
a nice enough guy. I would ask "Hey! You know where Slak and his
old lady live?" to about three different people and they were like
"Nah, I/we dont even live around here." Frustrated, I returned
from my OVSM narrowing it down to two houses in the one block stretch.
After a quick SOCIALS counsel, We had made a decision to head directly
to Cafe Bourbon Street and maybe get a lead there where we could relocate
4. The trip to Cafe Bourbon Street went without glitch! Whereas finding
the pre-show BBQ took a street address, to find Cafe Bourbon Street
took looking for an actual place; A business. We also found out that
East Tompkins, the street holding the residence, was longer than one
block. The BBQ could be at any residence in about a 4 block stretch.....
At one time we seen a ‘punk car’ with stickers on it and
everything, and felt we were close BUT as The Juice pointed out, you
could no longer base looking for a house/person just from stickers on
a car... ANYMORE. Years ago, I would say pre 1994, you could proly use
logic like ‘punk stickers on car= punk friend I am looking for’
but not now, not when those very stickers are utilized as many NON-believers
as TRUE-believers... The people at Cafe Bourbon Street were really nice.
I told them how I fucked up the prospects of a pre-show BBQ while The
Juice and Coach (Guitar/vocals Department for THE SOCIALS) took dual
pisses. One Bourbon Street patron said I should start drinking and hang
out and eat nachos. Sounded like a good idea but it was a bit too early
to start I told him... I had been in ‘work mode’ on the
way up and felt like I really let Coach and The Juice down by fucking
up the directions, I handout did anything to deserve a drink (yet).
Theres a time to party and a time to work, to get the job done! I was
still at work. Another Bourbon Street patron said he had an address
for one of the guys in THE JEFFS named John who lived on East Tompkins.
The three digits he shared with us seemed familiar to me... But the
name John didn’t. I asked if Slak lived there too but they never
heard of a ‘Slak’. We decided to give it another shot. We
took the three numbers back to East Tompkins.
5. There it was! The house with its BBQ was right there in front of
the punk-car with the stickers that even turned out to be Slaks! Go
figure! Pre 1994 rules DID apply! As for this ‘John’ character
that the gents and ladys talked about at Bourbon Street, that was Slaks
REAL name!!! Fuckin-A! Walking up to the house and ringing the doorbell..
with the door opening... We definitely had the right house.... members
of THE JEFFS and SEXUAL TENSION and a score of others I had yet to meet,
were getting their drink on.... Hugs all around, the (partial) LETS
GET KILLED family re-united!!!
6. You see, ever since the LETS GET KILLED COMPILATION was released,
well before the fact even, a certain camaraderie is shared between many
bands. LETS GET KILLED gave us a place to co-exist even though our ‘family’
extends far beyond JUST 12 inches of black vinyl. THE JEFFS, THE SOCIALS,
and SEXUAL TENSION were together this night for the first time since
the release for the comp! The greatest collection of GET KILLED ALUMNI
since that fateful night at THE FLOOD! Since that release show, Slak
had been organizing this show. With my responsibilities to get us to
where we needed to go... it was NOW time to knock back some beers and
7. The BBQ was a whirlwind of activity, with everything seemingly to
happen all at once! Coach and PP Envy, SEXUALS TENSION tag along via
Morte Treehorn. Were catching up in a corner of the kitchen. Juice and
Benji from THE JEFFS were eating hamburgers and using ritz crackers
in place of bread. At one time, when he returned from the liquor store,
I had claimed Rob People (bass) from SEXUAL TENSION and The Juice claimed
Elias aka ‘White Chocolate’ (vocals) from SEXUAL TENSION,
and we bartered back and forth to trade one for the other.... We eventually
just decided to fight over Rob, throwing him back and forth saying "Dat
my ball fool!" to each other. MORTE TREEHORN (guitar) from SEXUAL
TENSION) was singing punk doo-wop with Benji and Twitch (JEFFS DRUMMER).
Slak kept putting beers in my hand and kept apologizing for not having
any syrup for ‘SOCIALS-BEER’ (a tasty beverage made with
beer and syrup, a favorite of THE SOCIALS and all visitors to THE SOCIAL
MANOR)... SCOTT (drummer) from SEXUAL TENSION was in the backyard. I
found him there along with a bon-fire and a old charcoal grill filled
with ice and one of my good friends, ice cold beer.... Elias stood in
the doorway of the kitchen sucking down as many beers as his underage
ass could before S-Time (showtime)... I eventually make my way inside
and everyone is shrilling about saying "SAVE IT FOR THE GERMANS!"
and displaying some sorts of a childhood toy Wrestling champ belt. I
look around for Rob People and find him in the basement with his girlfriend
Diannie (I proly spelled her name wrong) and Rob had a wardrobe change
to a muscle T and scarf around his neck like he was some sort of World
War One bombardier. I drank a few cold ones by now and find myself alternating
drunk hugs between Elias and Slak when Slak looks to me and sez "Its
time to go to the show now". Slak rides with us, THE SOCIALS. He
is pretty intrigued by our van asking stats like make, model, engine
size and everything. Juice handles most of the questions but all he
really needed to know was that This was THE SOCIALS vehicle, The Millenium
Falcon.... it scores POINTS! "Hey, Slak... Nice fucking church!"
The Good times were just beginning.
8. I got to the show and set up our merchandise (another one of my quasi-band
responsibilities) before I resumed drinking. THE SOCIALS were the third
band of the night so I had a bit. First up was RAT PACK. Rat pack played
a short set of bouncy Oi punk sort of resembling PETER AND THE TEST
TUBE BABIES. They were fronted by a male with two females rounding out
guitar and bass duties. Their sound was loose but kept together by the
drummer who I actually knew. I know him by the name Pineapple-Head.
He lived in Cincinnati for a while and unbeknownst to me, relocated
to Columbus and formed this band. I liked their set, It was really short.
Pretty snotty and in yer face. After one song they threw out potatoes
and home abortion kits that consisted of a clothes hanger and some sort
of bloodied looking cloth... They even threw some cans of Vienna Sausages...
it was a statement I suppose. I went up to the singer afterwards and
told him nice set and he was like "Yeah, well were breaking up!
This was our first and last show but thanks anyway". Fucking figures...
Oh yeah, before I forget, The Juice took one of the potatoes that the
band threw out and drew a face on it and set it up on the merchandise
table of ours. Some guy came up later and gave us $.50 for it.... It
takes all kinds.
NOTE: ATTACKING THE NUCLEUS, is the official zine of THE SOCIALS and
something we spend time up until we play to dispense to the crowd. THE
SOCIALS have a close friend that we sort of consider our manager. His
name is Reggie and at first, every show, he would ask Coach, Juice and
I for info/news about the band and release what was at first called
a PARTIAL SYSTEM ACUMEN for each and every SOCIALS show. A ‘Partcial
System Acumen’ was in brief, a program of the coming SOCIALS set.
It provided news and contact info for the band and a copy of what songs
we were playing at the very show you received an acumen for. Eventually
the frequency of Socials appearances have brought about a change in
the inception of what was known as The Partial System Acumen to become
a full fledged fanzine for The band... With Reggie in FULL COMMAND.
Reggie steered for the creation and control of ATTACKING THE NUCLEUS
fanzine thats totally about SOCIALS happenings. ATTACKING THE NUCLEUS
still serves the same purpose as the Partial System Acumen but with
a different twist. In current issues, like the one he gave us for the
month of May (the 9th issue), the set we are slated to play is on a
separate piece of paper and attached to each issue with a staple. Before
each show Reggie drops off around sixty copies for us to hand out before
we play or in some real rare cases, hands the copies out himself. It
is in thinking that if anything, a patron who see’s THE SOCIALS
at one of our shows are at least left with something more tangible than
a memory of the band and who knows, maybe they are looking for a band
to fill one of their shows or something and will use the handy contact
info to get hold of us.... ATTACKING THE NUCLEUS is ultimatly designed
for people in the crowd to feel closer to the band... Believe it or
not but it works. ATTACKING THE NUCLEUS gives THE SOCIALS a personal
perspective... I gives us humanity/ People expect these fucking zine
things now at our shows and refer to THE SOCIALS on a first name basis...
9. SELF-DESTRUCT BUTTON were LOUD. This band was from Cleveland even
though they seemed to be local residents of Columbus. I took them a
long time to set up but had this sort of electronic drone thing going
on during the majority of their set up that was LOUD and repulsive to
ones ears. Whereas most had been pushed back by the sonic onslaught,
I pushed myself to move FOREWARD to the edge of the small stage. I looked
to my right and no one for several feet. I looked to my left and there
was Morte Treehorn smiling, with his eyes closed and head gently swaying
from side to side. What a titan! Self Destruct Buttons set reminded
me of Bloomington Indianas PUPPY VS. DYSLEXIA except a bit more offensively
weird. I guess they used to be called THE WASHOUT CORPORATION and were
still pushing CDs from that band. Current Self-Destruct Buttons stuff
was a lot harder than the stuff on the CD... So maybe I was figuring
thats why they changed their name, to reflect a harder posture.... They
played a good set but because THE SOCIALS were up next, we handed out
almost all the remaining issues of ATTACKING THE NUCLEUS and covered
up the merch so we could set up as much equipment in the parking lot
behind Cafe Bourbon Street so our set up would take less time. They
still sounded great back there too.... Total sonic onslaught. The sort
of stuff that makes you smile because your ears hurt so bad...
10. Doing a ‘hot-load-in’ as we were doing this night is
a major buzz killer. Usually though, whatever buzz I had before a Socials
set is gone by time I am done playing a set anyways. Even though THE
SOCIALS dont make a living out of playing music or anything we still
like to do a good job and do what we have to do to get the job done
at any given moment. Tonight it called for us to ‘prep’
the majority of our equipment in the parking lot behind Bourbon Street.
By time Self Destruct Button hit their last note they were already off-loading
their equipment. Pro’s! We began bringing ours in. Self-Destruct
button definitly get a hats off for being professional concerning this...
Yeah, by time we began my buzz was totally gone but thats OK, I figured
I could build a new one when I was done... Our set was tight. We cut
a song from the set list because of time restrictions.
Our set according to ATTACKING THE NUCLEUS #9: Backup Needs Backup....Tunnels
Under The City.... Inflated Monster.... Life As Spraypaint...Problem
with Clones....Targets of Innocence....Cult Vex 09....Escape Suburbiastate....The
Industrial Revolution was a Bore....1982 Was made for Lovers....Mythical
sea Creatures....and Slave to The Low Wave
There was some vocal problems during TUNNELS so Coach didn’t sing
until Twitch from THE JEFFS straightened things out by time next song
rolled around. The Juice didn’t have any microphone for backing
vocals neither. Rather than wiggle around trying this or that we proceeded
onward keeping talk and chatter down in-between songs and tuning breaks
to a bare minimum. We played and gave the show all we had to offer.
No time to fuck around... We already cut one song for time restrictions
so why bother telling everyone who is in the band or sharing a funny
story. We came to play and play is what we did! At sets end we re-established
our merch, I began rebuilding our buzz and even had one guy come up
to us and say something about hearing about us on the internet so he
thought he would come and catch us live. He also said something about
us NOT letting him down... Go fucking figure. We moved our own CDs nicely
throughoutthe remainder of the evening... Columbus was definitly a hit.
11. SEXUAL TENSION followed us and man, Im glad they were after us because
It would physically hurt to follow such a great band. They made THE
SOCIALS look like pop-punk. They played some newer songs and worked
the crowd into a frenzy somewhat... For those of you who dont know,
SEXUAL TENSION is sort of a SUPER band... With members from Kill The
Hippies and Radar Secret Service along with Scott and Elias, Sexual
Tension is really a band that ALWAYS FLOORS me. I mean, theres something
to Sexual Tensions sound that just melts my brain. I want to dance when
I hear them... And I dont dance well at all... I had began to re-build
my buzz but I kept taking it easy. I was at a good level, I had reached
a place during SEXUAL TENSIONS set where I was just plain FEELIN’
GOOD. I would remain there throughout the night including the ride home.
12. By time THE JEFFS went on The crowd was worked up. Since seeing
them for the first time about a year earlier in Columbus at the High
Five and after seeing a much more improved JEFFS at the Lets Get Killed
fest, THIS era of THE JEFFS was downright amazing. more of that Stitches-esq
77 snot punk, DONE RIGHT, with EMOTION and MEANING and danger.... Slak
pulled a switchblade near the end of THE JEFFS set and sang onward through
the end wielding the blade! At sets end THE JEFFS and their crowd sort
of made a mess of the place... Playing shows ISNT about getting money
to THE SOCIALS but gas money is nice... We had fun the whole evening
long, with the BBQ and the kick ass show and we even sold some CDs....
We really had no reason to whine, so we didn’t. As THE JEFFS winded
down we hung out some more and slowly broke down our merchandise booth.
All our equipment was already in the van because as we ‘hot-loaded
in’ we did the same loading out!
13. We said our goodbyes in record time. Al the hugs and kisses took
only about 2 hours. Im glad I had this evening to get closer to THE
JEFFS. I have had years to work on the friendships I share with members
of SEXUAL TENSION and really wanted the same with THE JEFFS. They really
are super cool guys. Some magical Columbus Fairies flew up into my face
and showed me visions of the future that involved many more nights with
THE JEFFS like this one that was coming to an end at a rapid pace so
I didn’t cry THAT much....Slak ended up giving us some money via
Cafe Bourbon Street Cafe which was really nice. THE SOCIALS usually
buy all needed gas and other trip related stuff out of our pockets,
divided three ways. We take any show money and put it into a fund that
we use as an emergency fund for when we dont have any pocket money to
get gas to a show, or something like that. We mainly use our show money
to keep a steady stream of stickers and buttons and CDS to the band.
We also use the money to buy merchandise from other bands to re-sell.
In doing so we have a pretty good little thing going on with our merchandise.
We left Columbus to return home and talked bout our show the whole way
home. The Juice drove the whole way and got pretty tired but Coach and
I kept his brain active and made him drinketh from the coveted 2L of
Royal Crown Cola we all passed back and forth. It was 5:30 AM before
we got home and settled down... We counted this night as a success.
I took off my MEXICAN BLACKBIRDS shirt and threw it on the floor in
the living room in anticipation of the next SOCIALS show just a couple
of days away....
Tuesday, May 6th @ Sudsy Malones in Cincinnati, Ohio THE SOCIALS, THE
BAZILLIONAIRES, CROATAN and BLOODHAG!
0.The Mexican Blackbirds shirt was EXACTLY where I left it... On the
Living Room floor under our coffee table that holds a digital 16 track
recorder. I picked up the shirt which was inside out, shook it a couple
of times and put it on! it still smelled like smoke, stale beer and
Columbus, Ohio but thoughts of Chris Trashcan and The Mexican Blackbirds
invaded my thought and continued to think of how proud Chris would be
of me wearing his shirt at FOUR SOCIALS shows in a row, despite the
fact we had never met face to face and until I send him a CD, he hasn’t
even heard THE SOCIALS....
1.Tonight THE SOCIALS were playing a local Cincinnati dive called Sudsy
Malones. Sudsy Malones is both a BAR where you can see bands play at
night and also where you can get drunk and its also a place where you
can do your laundry SIMULATANEOUSLY! Yeah, its one of the few Rock and/or
Roll Laundromats in the United States...
2. This was a rare SOCIALS show because it was on a weeknight. The Juice
and I work at the same ‘factory’ except he works 5-8 hour
shifts (he is inventory Control) Monday through Friday and I work 4-10
hour shifts ( I make Screws). Coach works at a local elementary school
Monday-Friday. Coach took Wednesday off so did I. Juice couldn’t
take the next day off because someone had already called off in his
department. We wanted to play this show mainly for two reasons. 1) We
had seen a VHS of a BLOODHAG show from our friends Markus Dominus and
Jenny Diablo from CROATAN. For those of you who dont know, BLOODHAG
is a band that mostly sings grindcore songs about science fiction authors
and books. The video I seen was short, but showed the band playing sets
in libraries and toward the end of their set they throw books out to
read. This was reason enough to want to play with a band! I mean, FUCK!
The last song on THE SOCIALS CD, "Aramchek" was about RADIO
FREE ALBEMUTH by Philip K. Dick. THE SOCIALS actually had at least THAT
MUCH in common with the band... But most importantly we wanted to play
and I think Markus Dominus sort of asked for the very reason that THE
SOCIALS are a local band. The last thing we would ever bitch about at
a LOCAL show would be money. THE SOCIALS took nothing in the past for,
to help, bands... We took nothing the night we played with Bloodhag,
and proly wont take anything from another band coming through in the
future. The subsequent nod of $20 going to us will get us some more
buttons or some gas... Every little bit helps out, but that same $20
going to a band like Bloodhag or even Crimson Sweet, goes a whole lot
farther. On the night of the 6th, THE SOCIALS were doing our part for
the greater good.... Besides, We were getting really good prices on
beer. I cant remember exactly what the deals were because by the end
of the evening I was taking on whole pitchers solo (but I WAS wearing
my Mexican Blackbirds shirt so the boys in the league office said it
was ok). Anyway, Coach and I told Juice to call the shots. Since he
had to work the next day when he said it was time to roll, it was time
3. So around a little past 7PM Juice showed up at the SOCIALS-MANOR
to find Coach just finishing up getting herself ready and me drinking
the last of our band-corps Miller High Life in Party Central. You see,
here’s how it goes. Within THE NEUS SUBJEX COMPOUND sits THE SOCIALS
MANOR. Within the SOCIALS-MANOR are various rooms including PARTY CENTRAL
where the computer I am writing this very adventure on, sits. Along
with my old-timey rotary phone..... Juice found me sitting in PARTY
CENTRAL mating with a High Life. Coach walked into the room for some
pre-show planning long enough for the phone to ring and a telemarketer
call wanting ME, Shawn Abnoxious, to refinance my mortgage or whatever
with his firm. After they hung up on me once when I had started talking
about what sort of military equipment sat around that I could re-finance
they hung up on me. I looked them up in the phone book (because always
get their business name first so YOU can take the initiative after they
blow you off) and told them that I got disconnected or something. After
they hung up on me a third time I redialed their number and told them
that there must be something wrong with THEIR phone and to call me back.
I gave them Juices phone number! Anyway, we fooled around with those
guys too long. Juice told Markus Dominus (from CROATAN) who sat up the
show and booked us with Bloodhag that we would be there by 8:30. Our
equipment was still ‘broke down’ from the Columbus show
but still, It was 8:30 PM by time we were a bit up the road. We were
late but still figured everything would work out... And it would ultimately.
4. We get to Sudsy’s at around 9PM. We load in our equipment to
a staging area in an out-of-the-way place until we play. This night
we are scheduled second. it had been a while since I had been to Sudsy’s.
At one time this was THEE place in Cincinnati to see local and underground
Music. The last several years has seen the place go through a bunch
of changes to get itself squared away with city codes and regulations....
The place is a mere shadow of what it once was. The bar is full though,
with what I would call its ‘regulars’. The Coach spies some
friends from the first band THE BAZILLIONAIRES so she goes over and
talks while The Juice and I get a couple tables situated for Merchandise.
Markus Dominus is running around really nervous like because he withdrew
some money out of his personal account to pay Bloodhag if no one had
sowed up. Of course this is Cincinnati and no-one does anything until
about 10:30 so Mark was nervous. Oh yeah, he also didn’t want
Bloodhag to know that he took money out of his personal account to pay
them with if need be. He said that if they knew that they would then
have a hard time taking the money... I mention it here because Markus
is a real genuine person and as much as this EXTENSIVE episode of The
Landing Party is about me and The Socials and what I do... I also want
to get the point across that theres still people like Markus out there
in the trenches in places you would least expect them... Like Cincinnati,
Ohio..... I consolidate our merchandise so Bloodhag would have some
room too. Juice strikes a deal with The Bloodhag right off the bat.
We buy four CDs from them for $20. This means our base cost, per CD
is $5. Bloodhag told us they sell them for $10 and gave us permission
to sell them for whatever we want. They really liked our set up.....
The CDs were not officially into our merch system until our next show
where we have them for sale for a price of $7. Until the first band
took stage, we spent time handing out the zine, ATTACKING THE NUCELUS
#9 complete with a set list of songs we were going to play.
5. This wasn’t the first time I actually heard THE BAZILLIONAIRES
but this was their very first show. A super group of sorts with Markus
Dominus and Jenny Diablo (who make up the entirety of CROATAN) teamed
up with longtime legendary members of THE HYPOCHONDIRACS (Jenny Fever
and Aaron Fever who were also recently married) to form a band whose
sound is rooted in legendary bands like THE MC5.... Their set was good,
great actually... Loud, driving, get up off yer ass rock and/or roll...
The Jenny’s BOTH sang which mix it up a bit...The last time we
were doing some studio work, Markus Dominus played some stuff that The
Bazillionaires had recorded and it too was amazing. I am sure its just
a matter of time before they have something out....
6. We were next. We didn’t have the sort of pressure that we had
in Columbus but didn’t fool around in getting anything done. There
did seem to be a sort of negativity in the room... I cant really explain
it but once we did start I played with my back to the crowd most of
the time.... I focused on Juices drums and did my best to be tight.
Some close friends walked into the door early on... It was nice seeing
some familiar faces because even though before this moment it wasn’t
like we were in a room of strangers or anything but its weird, when
I am on stage and look out to see certain people it seems like I have
at least found the BASE for positively. I started to feel better but
still played with my back to the crowd. Our set was sort of riddled
with technical problems ONCE again. The microphones on Juices drums
kept falling out of their holders and Juices bass drum pedal needed
attention more times than he likes to give. We played the same set from
the Columbus show except we didn’t cut any songs... Well, we did
but keep reading.... Like I said, we weren’t under any time restraints
really so we re-introduced "Yeah, Well" to the set and actually
pulled it off despite the song still being new to our live shows....
During "Escape from Suburbiastate" Coaches Gibson SG broke
a string. I knew something was up when she turned around to face The
Juice and had this totally weird look on her face. Working off of a
visual cue, we ended the song abruptly and even on the same note! We
didn’t come back to the song and re-trace what we did but just
decided to move on. The Coach takes two guitars to each show hence the
whole belief in BACKUP....She donned her 1962 Melody-Maker and tuned
up in no time to continue the set.
Backup Needs Backup....Tunnels Under The City.... Inflated Monster....
Life As Spraypaint...Problem with Clones....Targets of Innocence....Yeah,
Well....Cult Vex 09....Escape Suburbiastate....The Industrial Revolution
was a Bore....1982 Was made for Lovers....Mythical Sea Creatures....and
last but not least, Slave to The Low Wave
Just before "Yeah, Well" we took a tuning/drink break. Juice
said something about this song being one everyone will hate. After our
set someone actually came up to juice to tell him he was right. He hadn’t
liked "Yeah, Well" because it wasn’t danceable. Juice
told him we designed it to be like that. Who would have thought that
a song about Lexington Kentucky would prove such a strong offensive
Whereas its not like we try or anything but more and more people are
seemingly ‘getting us’. Each of us was riddled with compliments
from our set ranging from praise to our songwriting to "being so
psychedelic that all I could do was sit there and enjoy it in complete
motionless"... Yeah, whereas THE SOCIALS have never played a show
where EVERYONE, or even a small majority appear to like us, its the
few people that we do appeal to that keep on making it worth it...
7. BLOODHAG was up next. They did their thing and were just as much
fun to see in person as on the tape Markus and Jenny had. They talked
a lot before each song but in doing what they do but they do have to
set up each song. Sometimes their discussion of the song took longer
than the song. By time they went on people were pretty charged up to
see their set. They did their whole thing and asked for people to show
their Library cards and threw books out and everything... They played
a great set.
8. I had resumed drinking beer once our equipment was consolidated to
a SAFE area of the bar. We are always scarred someone is going to rip
our stuff off since exactly that has been happening lately in a few
instances around Cincinnati so what we do is block all our guitars in
behind the bigger and less appealing things to steal like drums and
speaker cabinets. We each take time to check on the equipment often
throughout the night.... If you look at THE SOCIALS equipment and noticed
that a lot of it is spraypainted silver. Well, theres a reason. Lighter,
more reflective colors can be seen better in bars from any distance.
Whereas white isn’t that cool of a color in MY book, silver is.
Using my amp as the final barrier to block our equipment in... If its
moved and messed with, I notice. You see. theres a method to what we
do... A reason for the silver.... After snapping some pics of Bloodhag
I settled down with a pitcher of beer behind the merch. The Lion Cub
had arrived and we spent time until Croatan took the stage talking about
the Experimental Music Night I was slated to debut my solo project (Exxon)
on the following Thursday.
9. It had been a while since I had seen CROATAN. Since I figure that
they have more songs than I could have ever seen them play at past shows,
I want to say I heard some new stuff... But who knows, it might have
just been something I hadn’t seen in a while... Their set was
flawless and tight as fuck AS USUAL. By time he took the stage a second
time, Markus looked more at ease. Jenny Diablo was smiling wickedly
the whole time she played. How many bands do you know who does Ministry
covers? Yeah, well... Croatan’s version of "Stigmata"
is quite the shit. About halfway throughout their set, from behind the
merch where I was still nursing a pitcher of beer and the Lion Cub was
now drinking double vodkas. We both spied the guy walking around. He
was short, but very muscular. I told The Lion Cub to keep an eye on
him to make sure he was seeing what I was seeing... At certain moments,
this guy would bring out a wrestling championship belt, like the kind
you see on TV.... He would sling it across his shoulder and strut around
and showboat a bit. He would go to the bar, get a beer and showboat
some more then sort of disappear only to re-appear a bit later and do
it all again. The Lion Cub couldn’t believe his eyes either. it
was sort of surreal, like a Fionna Apple video. It was one of those
moments where you look at what you been drinking and say something like
you would hear Cletus say on The Andy Griffin show about needing to
lay off the booze.... I got the guys attention and asked if I could
take a picture. Of course he loved it and got out the belt an PROUDLY
posed. Exactly what ‘his deal is’ is still unknown to me
but fuck, I learned NOT to ask ‘why?’ and ‘how?’
anymore... Just because I dont understand something dont mean I dont
appreciate it. All of this... with Croatan playing in the background
was... a treat.
10. No sooner had Croatan’s set ended that the bar tender was
calling for last call and the Coach was starting to pack in the merchandise
because it was time to go home. The Juice had went and brought the van
around the front of Sudsy’s for a easier load out.... Everything
went pretty smooth. Markus thanked us for playing and we thanked him
for letting us play. Bloodhag said that the show was worth it for them...
They got paid and would make it to their next show mainly battling the
enemy called ‘fatigue’. Just before we left, I told Bloodhag
to remember Cincinnati for one thing, if any.... The guy with the wrestling
belt. They said that they had all noticed him through the night and
asked what he was all about. I didn’t have a REAL answer for them.
I told them that everything wasn’t for everyone to understand...
Just accept it at face value for what it is... regardless, we can still
11. The ride home was a good one. Coach, Juice and I had opted to listen
to some classical music and talk about our set... You know, review the
game and all... It was 2AM by time we got home....I got home and took
off the Mexican Blackbirds shirt and much like returning from Columbus,
threw it on the living room floor... Juice was wondering wether or not
to go home and take a short nap before waking up at 5AM for work.. or
going to the Waffle House to load up on Steak and eggs and red-eye the
whole next day. I think he went home to take a nap...The Coach and I
had the next day off. We planned on working in the yard the whole day...
Weedeating and mowing... But it was raining by time we woke up. All
we had time to do was go to Quiznos for a sub and watch soap operas...
Besides, I had to get all the stuff for the 8th in order and I didn’t
Tuesday, May 6th "No New Wave: Experimental Music Nite" @
Shirleys in Cincinnati, Ohio with LAW OF FIVES, EMPIRICAL, THEBEST PEDESTRIAN,
BURNING STAR CORE, AND EXXON
0. EXXON is my ‘solo thang’. Exxon began as a joke... and
now has materialized into MUCH more... It all started with a friend
who is now living in Alaska. He turned me onto a PLAYSTATION ONE game
called MTV Music Generator. Its basically a one package studio GAME
where you can write songs and jingles and stuff using preset ‘instruments’
and riffs. I went out and found the game used and brought it home and
within 15 minutes was laying down some wicked dance music. I recorded
three "songs" to a mini-cassette recorder and during my brief
stay in Zero Crag and even at some Socials shows, I would put the recorder
in my shirt pocket, press play and load equipment in or out while the
music played. I referred to the sounds as my ‘theme music’.
Well, after Zero Crags demise I set out to release a cassette of more
compositions under the name EXXON. Why Exxon? Well, I always been into
corporate band names... like THE GENERAL ELECTRICS or maybe even THE
WARNER BROTHERS... EXXON was actually a name I proposed to the members
of what became ZERO CRAG... The Lion Cub called one night when I had
just got done working on some tracks and I told him about my plans to
put this stuff on a cassette. He had heard my ‘theme music’
and told me he was setting up a night at a local ‘alternative
female lifestyles’ bar he also tended bar at from time to time.
He asked me to play. I told him I was calling it EXXON. He laughed....
1. Note: I felt that The Mexican Blackbirds T-shirt rule DID NOT apply
for this show... This was my solo thing so I just opted for my REGULAR
outfit... a solid color collar shirt with black pants...the shirt remained
where I left it: the living room floor until the next SOCIALS show.
2. I had spent the past month checking and rechecking the songs of Exxon
just before the debut. After The Socials show on the 6th I began to
work furiously on getting everything set for the 8th. A slide photography
show was planned as a back drop via a slide projector The Lion Cub had.
I thought it would be a nice added touch... The Cub used seeing me at
the Socials show on the 6th to give me a slide reel that I could put
my slides into. I used the Wednesday the 7th to get everything prepared.
Looking through the instruction book I seemed to remember something
about a way to PROGRAM a set list of music for the game where your songs
would play one right after another. It only took about a half hour to
figure things out and it worked real well. I could just program my music
into a set list and hit play. The songs would play one right after another.
As a unknown bonus to me the game ALSO made up a automatic video for
the songs! Now I not only had one visual accompanance (the slide show)
but now had this new video thing. I had no way of knowing what video
sequence the game would come up with but they were all pretty entertaining.
Unfortunately one problem existed. In-between each song there was a
pause of about 1 minute until the next song and video began to play.
I didn’t like lengths like this in-between songs, especially EXXON
stuff. What I was doing, and how I was doing it was weird enough. I
solved this dilemma with AM radio. What I did was pop in a blank tape
and record fifteen minutes of AM radio static. I would move the dial
in-between stations and their programming for added effect. At one time
I was alternating between a Reds baseball game, some sort of catholic
radio sermon and the static in-between. If I watched the TV video that
the game chose for the music and paid attention to the loading icon
in-between each song, I could turn on the tape via a ‘getto-blaster’
that was mic-ed and use THAT as a song inbetweener! Yeah!!!! I also
lengthened several songs in anticipation of the pause. When people start
dancing the last thing the want to do is top so I figured lengthened
songs sort of made sense anyway... Figuring all of this stuff out and
making some accompanying visual pieces ate up the whole evening of the
7th... But it would turn out to be worth it.
3. I worked a full day on the 8th. Getting home I took a nap right away.
I spent the evening with The Coach watching friends and eating Chef
Boy-Ar-Dee in a can. I had Friday off but she had to work. it was the
Juices 28th birthday. He had family stuff to do. Reggie had a dance
recital to go to for his little girl. I was totally alone.. But FUCK!
Thats what solo projects are all about or they wouldn’t be called
SOLO projects. EXXON was MY thing. I was me versus the world with my
dance music. The Lion Cub expected me around 9:30 to get set up but
after Friends finished I was in my car heading there. Whereas the Mexican
Blackbirds T-shirt rule didn’t apply, I still took along my EXPOITED
CD to rev me up. I got to Shirleys by a little past 9PM. I found The
Lion Cub setting everything up. He utilized a last minute plan to record
the night on a Sony Mini-disc recorder...
4. I set up the slide show and tested everything out a lot faster than
I thought I would. I had to do some adjustments to the slides because
I put them in backwards but that didn’t take long. As I set up
Empirical, a DJ outfit set up as did The Best Pedestrian, a solo project
for a nice lady named Jane who was visibly the most nervous person of
the night, visibly shaking due to nerves, and she was actually playing
an instrument. Me? I took my playstation!!!! Needless to say, I suppose
whereas everything was EXPERIMENTAL it also seemed to be solo project
night... When I got done setting up I hit the bar and met a guy named
Spencer. Spencer IS Burning Star Core in its entirety. He is also an
avid Blank Generation reader! I had never met him before tonight and
enjoyed drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and talking on greater levels about
Blank Generation and The Socials and what I did in Exxon and My zine
The Neus Subjex... People shuffled in at a steady pace. Some who remembered
my ‘theme music’ from my Zero Crag days showed up... Andy,
Matt the Junglecat... and some others. I really wasn’t alone after
all... I never really am. This is what I realized this night. Spencer.
Andy. Matt. Pabst Blue Ribbon. Never alone.
5. Like I said, EMPIRICAL was a DJ thing. The Lion Cub had it set up
that he would start off the night... Play for a bit at first then have
The Best Pedestrian start off with no delay. In-between ACTS, Empirical
would spin a bit to keep up momentum. I dont really know how to write
about DJ stuff. I find it interesting I just dont know what to say.
6. THE BEST PEDESTRIAN was some mellow keyboard with a lady named Jane
singing. It was good... Real good. Different but rewarding. I heard
Jane say something to The Lion Cub about looking for a band to play
with in Cincinanti but really, she did just fine on her own. If anything
this night was a way for all these acts to reassure each other in what
we were doing. Everyone enjoyed what everyone else did. After she was
done Empirical began his things again while I finsihed off my Blue Ribbon
and got my shit ready. Exxon was to debut! Finally!
7. EXXON went off as planned without a hitch. The Lion Cub yelled down
from the sound booth about me doing a sound check or something but after
doing my ‘programming’ I would have to scrap all I did,
re-boot, set levels, then re-program my set.... It was a lot of steps
backwards to go forewords so I just yelled to The Cub "Uh. Im not
really set up for that... lets just do it as we go". Like I said,
it all worked out! The AM radio noise... The Music... The slide show..
the Video show on the TV.... All my hard work paid off. During the first
song the room began to fill up... At the end of the song people clapped...
By time the third song rolled around some had even started dancing.
Some were standing in the front anxiously anticipating another slide
or watching the monitor... Something about people standing in a bar
listening to fake ass Playstation music while dancing and drinking $1.25
Pabst Blue Ribbons just really sets me on fire.
Here is a list of songs I played (with song length):
20120A (4:36) - Last Transmission from Moon Base: Epsilon! Tango! Epsilon!
(3:42) - A is A (B3) (4:03) - Sex Class (2:45) - Full Blast! (5:59)
- Theme to ‘Gang War’ (6:03)
I suppose the real hit of the night was "A is A". It starts
out with this real long drawn out thing called a ‘bended note’.
The noise it makes is so nauseating that it makes you just want to throw
up... Then, without warning, just when you think its all over a danceable
beat begins. If anything this night showed me that ANYTHING can be made
into something. I still have plans to release these songs either in
cassette form or even CD... Im not quite sure yet. The Lion Cub recorded
everyone that played on this night including me... Im not sure what,
if anything will come of the recording. Its all STILL in the works...I
just still cant get over how people danced and clapped!!!!
Before the month would end, I would even receive my second booking as
EXXON.... Keep reading... You’ll find out how...
8. After Exxon more EMPIRICAL. His set this time was shorter and more
rough.... Harsher beats with a frenzied approach. He was setting stuff
up for what was to be NEXT....
9. The Lion Cub himself was next.... as... THE LAW OF FIVES!!! His stuff
was so loud it hurt! If you have gone through life thinking that sound-waves
ARENT dangerous then I think The Lion Cub could change your opinions.
His set was not without its truly decadent moments. At one point he
powerfully busted into his track from the Populution Works CD I reviewed
a while back.... "Depak Chopra!"...Some great shit. Truly
experimental. Law of Fives was the sort of thing that made your ear-lobes
hurt... I still dont know why I was smiling.... I think it might have
been a trick in The Lion Cubs bag...or maybe I have what Morte Treehorn
has... A phone discussion a couple weeks later would reveal that The
Lion Cub is being sued for the use of the name LAW OF FIVES. Apparently,
to hear the Cub tell it, some old rocker hippie types on the east coast
use the name... Needles to say, The Lion Cub has some different names
in mind and also has plans on starting his own label in the coming months
called ONE HAND RECORDS whose first project will include a Law of Fives
(or whatever it will be called) 7"!
10. I spent the end of Law of Fives and Empiricals last set segwaying
into the nights finale of Burning Star Core barside. Longtime friend
who is not unknown to readers of my work for Blank Generation, Matt
the Junglecat: singer, songwriter and now pseudo manager of EXXON. It
was all his idea.... Matt wants to build a home for Exxon on his website
(www.mattwizinsky.com) and try to book shows a legitimate dance clubs
for Exxon music. Yeah, this Exxon-thing might seem to be getting out
of control to you, the a-typical reader, but we arent living in a fucking
fantasy world. Matt the Junglecat has mad skills when it comes down
to stuff like this...and he’s got the fur coats to prove it...
11. After some power Pabst consumption between me (the client) and Junglecat
(the manager). I went in to witness the mighty BURNING STAR CORE. For
some reason I was under the assumption that Spencer led a full band.
Nope. It wasn’t ment to be. Burning Star Core is another solo
project. Its him, and an amplified violin. What the Lion Cub did with
Law Of Fives, Spencer was finishing off with his Burning Star Core.
It was the perfect topper to the night. Burning Star Core was layered
and I hope improvisational because once he started, he didn’t
stop until about 35 minutes. I would hate to think of the amounts of
genius and craziness it would take to have that entire... ‘thing’
choreographed... But hey, I’m not here to judge. After all, I
was wanting to keep this Landing Party UNDER 1,000 words... last count....
12. The ride home was a good one.... I felt like the night was a major
success. I listened to THE EXPLOITED as loud as my car stereo would
allow. I would wake up the next day and do some yard work.... I would
get into a batch of poison ivy that would spur me to take my case to
the emergency room at the local hospital. When your eyes are swelling
shut, you will resort to such things. I would enter the hospital as
the theme to X-files was playing on the waiting room TV. Talking ‘surreal’...
A fistfight would breakout amongst other patients waiting nearby over
a Cadillac or something. I would get some prescriptions but would still
miss a weeks worth of work. As June began acouple weeks later, I am
for the most part ‘better’ but patches of the rash still
exist on my body. When I am sick and all I do is lay around in discomfort...And
I dont write.... I am truly sick. I missed around nine days time that
I could have spent writing this column. Maybe then I wouldn’t
have been late...Joe would send a e-mail wanting stuff for an update
and I would panic because Im so behind.... I came to the conclusion
that I proly wouldn’t meet the deadline Joe wanted so this stuff
is proly going to be late... No doubt about it. Here I am dealing with
deadlines; something I use to pride myself on NOT dealing with. Luckily
Joes pretty lax and lets me submit late.....Joe Domino... He is an allright
guy despite his love of NASCAR!
Saturday, May 17th @ Codys Cyber Cafe in Cincinnati, Ohio THE SOCIALS
with GREEN FORMICA TABLE
0. See... We jumped eight days from the EXXON show and here I am still
itching. Im really miserable but fuck, I got a job to do. I get my Mexican
Blackbirds shirt on and put on some EXPLOITED. The Juice arrives and
along with Coach we load up the Millenium Falcon. Reggie uses the Socials
e-mail list to make it seem like I have SARS or somehting but plan on
still playing the show despite doctors orders. He makes such a big deal
about my ‘condition’ that people call me and e-mail me to
make sure I am OK and I dont need anything. "Publicity stunt or
actual problem?" one friend would write in an e-mail to me. He
thought that by pushing the endurance angle, people would show up in
bundles to see me defy doctors orders and go for the gold despite medical
condition... I was like "Go for the gold?". A gold medal proly
wouldn’t look right against my Blackbirds shirt I was thinking....
Needles to say, I drank some Miller High Life to get me pumped up and
in the mood for the night.
1. The venue: Codys Cyber Cafe in Cincinnati. Its a good place. They
are real good to us anytime we have played there. Codys is first and
foremost a restaurant. With good food too... Secondly its a bar. Adjacent
to the restaurant is a bar known for its tap beer selection; Sierra
Nevada, Woodchuck Cider and some more beers that I dont drink... not
because they are on race cars, but sorta pricy when compared to the
High Life or The Ribbon... Another interesting aspect of Codys was the
Cyber Cafe part. Theres a public basement to the venue where there is
another bar except I want to say this one serves coffee mostly although
I dont know that for a fact. There is a pretty good-sized room in which
they use to have scores of computers that I suppose anyone could use
to surf the net or play video games and such. it all looked pretty interesting
but the last two times I been to Codys I noticed that all the computers
were gone. Why I do not know... But still. I love Codys. Good people.
its my favorite place to play in Cincinnati. Here lately I have become
concerned because due to its proximity to the University of Cincinnati
its been a custom for the University to purchase property around the
Campus, demolish the buildings with cool businesses in them like Codys,
and build some sort of University Bullshit in its place. There’s
rumors abounding about UC buying up this and that closing this and demolishing
to build THAT.... Then, since Codys is so close to UC theres the whole
problem of the students. Maybe you heard about it, maybe you didn’t,
but for two years straight theres been a ‘student uprising’
on a street nearby the campus and Codys (around 5 city blocks distance)
around the same time as Cinco De Mayo. The Street is called Stratford
and the uprisings dubbed THE STRATFORD UPRISINGS. What the Stratford
Uprisings are about is basically a whole bunch of College White Hat
wearing socks and sandal Abercrombie and Fitch fuckers and some tongues
sticking out Girls Gone Wild hoes have a Bud Light Beer bong festival
at a couple houses on Stratford and when they get real drunk start turning
over cars and throwing bottles. When the police arrived all the kids
chanted "UC! UC! UC!" which later became "USA! USA! USA!".
The cops roll in, and the day later all the conservative Cincinnati
newspapers tell tales about how exams were over and the kids were looking
to vent. Me? I blame race-car beer.
Theres a connection here. You see, also due to its proximity, these
same kids are starting to spill over into Cody’s Cafe. By no means
is Codys ‘OUR PLACE’ but man, a different and oppressive
white hat/Girls gone wild element is making its way into the place that
has many concerned. When THE SOCIALS recently played a show with Radar
Secret Service there one of these white hats made a terrible mistake
by calling The Coach a bitch. Me and The Juice were more than prepared
to take care of the situation but he backed down. In hindsight we should
have just kicked him out then because he went on to punch a Restaurant
worker FEMALE in the face. He did this right in the middle of THE SOCIALS
set. Everyone watching was real affected by this because it took the
whole room to kick him out of the building. He eventually came back
but several police showed up and THIS time did something worthwhile
and removed him from the premises. The Damage was done though and everyone’s
emotions for the evening was zapped.... Just after The Second STRATFORD
UPRISING The Coach thought she saw a picture in the paper of this very
white hat getting arrested. If so, then damn, its looking like two points
for the Cincinnati PD right? Well, in subsequent weeks they gave two
close friends, one which turned out to be Matt the Junglecat, open container
tickets... Matt said it took EIGHT cops to write two tickets. The other
friend who also got a ticket, the illustrious First Templar Mark Zero
also got interviewed in connection to the Second Stratford Uprising
BECAUSE he was on file for getting an open container ticket so the cops
figured he MUST HAVE been there that night! Interesting eh?
The Deal for the night was sweet. We were to play in a cleared area
of the Restaurant. There was to be no cover charge and an account would
be set up for each band to eat on. Any left over money from the food
tab could be used for beer. At the end of the night they use to cash
a check for $120. They had changed this method to cutting a check to
one of the band members and it being mailed to their house. In anticipation
of this I had $70 in personal cash ready to dispense to GREEN FORMICA
TABLE in which I could replenish when I received a check at my house.
This would mean Green Formica Table would get $70 and THE SOCIALS $50.
This and a great meal means good night....
2. The ride down was nice. We were playing a local show so OF COURSE
it had to rain. It always seems to rain when we play a local show. We
arrive at Codys and order our food. Jack, the guy who does booking for
Codys, was celebrating his birthday. He is in a band called THE AUTUMN
BLACKOUTS and was playing some of their recently recorded stuff over
the PA. The Coach said it sounded like The Buzzcocks, which is pretty
accurate... Only slower... GREEN FORMICA TABLE show up and we all situate
ourselves at two different tables. They order their food and we all
catch up with each other. For those of you who pay attention, Green
Formica Table is a band that we share a kinship with. Seeing them again
was nice, we feel like longtime friends. After eating we do a coin toss
to see who is to play first, just like they would do in football. On
the ride down we thought about deciding who played first like this but
alas, not everyone shares such enthusiasm for sports lingo and actions
like The Socials. I mean, shit, to hear us talk sometimes you would
think we spend time away from our guitars watching ESPN. Sometimes its
all about THE BIG GAME and who is GETTING IN THERE and SCORING POINTS
and MOVING THE BALL and WAY TO HUSSLE and FUMBLES and HOME RUNS and
YARDS. We decided to just give Green Formica Table the choice. Salena,
drummer, thought it would only be befitting to decide by flipping a
coin! You see, this is why the relationship we have with Green Formica
Table is SPECIAL. We connect on many different levels! On planes of
existence that are unknown to even our best vision. Sometimes you got
it with people and sometimes you dont. With Green Formica Table, we
got it! The coin toss left The Socials playing first but John from Green
Formica Table insisted that they play first because Salena likes to
drink dark beer. After eating, Jack cleared us an area and The Juice
set up the PA. Green Formica Table suffered their equipment in and I
set up our merchandise.
3. GREEN FORMICA TABLE are in the middle of recording a full length.
They have been spending a lot of time behind their assumed band positions
and it appears to be working. They were tight as fuck. Theres something
about their sound that really captures what The Neoteric Punk/Wave is
all about. They have that indy thing going. They have some male/female
vocals. Their songs hit with a minimalist super-punch through varying
levels of wah and delay ridden layers... In one hand you stand listening
trying to figure out whats going on and on the next hand you realize
that something’s are not ment for you to understand, just enjoy.
They brought a handful of demo CD-Rs with them and at the end of the
night were amazed to see that they sold one. They only wanted a dollar
for each one and since I already knew it was good, I got one for longtime
friend 1 Adam 12. I didn’t tell them I was the one who bought
one... Ryan (guitarist/Vocalist) was so damn happy that SOMEONE like
what they were doing enough to get one that I didn’t want to ruin
it for him. Of course, he will know NOW what the deal was but hey, He
felt good for that one instance at least.... Of all the fucked up things
anyone can do with their time spent on this planet, it would be nice
for a change if everyone, not everyday or anything, but SOMETIMES, took
a minute to do something that makes someone feel good about themselves.
For friends like Green Formica Table and Ryan, its the least that I
can do. In fact, right now, despite the fact that I put in a request
to 97X to hear a Ted Leo and the Pharmacist track, and that I should
just break-0neack and get this fucking column done for Joe, Im going
to give John, the only persons number I have from Green Formica Table,
a call. I dont want to overemphasize my importance in life but if anything,
I looking for that connection that We share between the camps of Green
Formica Table and The Socials for a personal lift...
4. Not to jump the gun but at the end of the night, when Codys was closing
and we were all standing out in the drizzle talking and saying goodbyes,
Ryan gave me and handful of the demos. I tried to buy them for their
asking price but he said he was going to just give them to me because
he knows I would do good things with them. If you, loyal member of The
Landing Party would like a copy, send $2 (to cover postage cost) to
The Neus Subjex PO Box 18051 Fairfield, Ohio 45018. As Ryan would think
theres a guy named Tony from the radio show Explosion Du son, I sent
him a copy. He is currently trying to get his show on the internet in
some form or other so keep an eye out for that (I will keep you informed
here) but see, Ryan was right. I am doing some good stuff with them....
5. Due to the frequency that we have played Codys we were fast at setting
up our equipment. The Coach brought along her vocal processor and hooked
it up to the PA. Her vocal processor sounds great but is real touch
about certain PA’s. Sometimes it works like a charm and sometimes
it dont. Everything sounded good, at first, but about four songs into
the set, it just wasn’t working out to well. After a short delay,
the processor was turned off and Coach went directly from her mic to
the PA. The vocals never really did sound good for the remainder of
the set, as usual it was all PA and nothing Coach was doing herself,
but there wasn’t any more problems. About halfway through the
set some Girls Gone Wild came up front to shake their ass on each other
and they came up again during Slave to The Low Wave but The Juice played
an off-beat drum pattern to fuck up their rhythm. I remember during
"The Industrial Revolution was a Bore" I looked to my left
and someone was watching with their hands in their ears.... Mission
Here was the set... It was a good one.
Backup Needs Backup....Tunnels Under The City.... Inflated Monster....
Life As Spraypaint...Problem with Clones....Targets of Innocence....Yeah,
Well....Cult Vex 09....Escape Suburbiastate....The Industrial Revolution
was a Bore....1982 Was made for Lovers....Mythical Sea Creatures....and
in closing, a crowd favorite; Slave to The Low Wave
As you can see, once we get a set we sort of stick to it for a couple
shows... It helps with all our bleeds and such...
6. Our merchandise thing never really does that well at Codys I am not
that sure why but at the end of the night I know that We didn’t
sell anything but hooked all the members of Green Formica Table up with
either a Socials CD or copy of the Lets Get Killed compilation. I gave
the bartender my address and he told me to look out for a check in the
mail. I asked how much usually is sent out and he said "between
$100 and $125". As planned I gave Green Formica Table $70. They
used two vehicles to get to this show and since they were from Louisville
most of that money went back into gas tanks I suppose. I didn’t
have anymore cash in my pocket or I would have given them more and used
the check to replenish myself. After all, we only had a short ride home
and one vehicle. Green Formica Table were real pleased with everything
though and after some long drawn out goodbyes and some salty tears,
the final good byes were said.
7. A week later the check arrived. Well, not only did Codys change the
way they dispense payment but also the way they determine payment. A
check was made out to me in the amount of $73.24. This was roughly 10%
of the total bar sales of the night. I had anticipated a greater payment
and felt bad that I only gave Green Formica Table a portion of a possible
$120. Well, as it turned out they got the majority of the payment for
the night with The Socials making a cool $3.24! But hey, remember, we
all got a free meal and a few beers so its all good. If I had $100 in
my pocket that night I would have given it to them in thinking $20 was
good enough for us.... The night was still a success in any book of
punk shows. Green Formica Table is worth their weight in gold.
8. At practice the following week we began to write some new songs.
Our newest one is tentatively called "You Shine Often".
Saturday, May 31st "Punk Rock Prom" @ The Void in Cincinnati,
Ohio with THE SOCIALS THE LAB JACKETS, AIR SEA BATTLE, THE BOURBON LEGENDS
and MEOW MOTHERFUCKER!
0. The Mexican Blackbirds T-shirt marathon has came to an end. On this
night it was the fourth show in a row for the old boy. It treated me
well... it was there for me... This night was a special night indeed.
Not only did we have a show but it was The Coaches 29th birthday! It
was also hers and mines 11th anniversary together. We spent the whole
day celebrating. And by show time I had mixed a bottle of Crown Royal
and Coke and The Coach had a mixture of Tequila and Sprite. The Juice
had his flask, named "Sherman", of moonshine... all the liquor
in a place thats no alcohol. We had it all well hidden though. We had
to... before the night was out al ‘the kids’ at this show
would get on our last fucking nerve. Now I understand why mommy needed
1. The Void. Cincinnati’s only all-ages, all-punk, ALL THE TIME
venue. It was hosting the 6th or maybe 7th or even 5th annual Punk Rock
Prom. Which has sort of become a Cincinnati tradition. The Void is located
in an area of Cincinnati called NORTHSIDE not to far from famed Shake
It Records. One day, during the 80’s and early 90’s I guess,
some important higher ups in Cincinnati city council set down with a
map of the city and declared which area of the city was going to be
what and who was going to live where. Its in northside where supposedly
the Cincinnati PD have RECOGNIZED a five block area where they have
came to grips with the fact that they are not going o eradicate drug
sealers so are happy enough with confining them to within a certain
area... Its in Northside where a mixture of poor- middle class blacks
and whites live side by side in PEACE until a newspaper writes something
about racial separation in Cincinncinnati and reminds some people that
they are better than others and to hate them for it... its in Northside
where Cincinnati’s gay community has made their foothold with
several bars known for their "alternative lifestyle" clientele...
Its Northside where Cincinnati wants all the prole level art stuff to
find a home. In more ways than one Northside is relatively inaccessible
for any out of towner taking a sort of joy ride through the city. You
have to know how and where to go if you are going to anything in Northside...
and this is where THE VOID is. Even here, the Void has had its battles
with City Council about what it does. Cincinnati dont like stuff like
The Void because The Void dont spend a whole lot of money on attaining
liquor licensing and such. I suppose The City officials have gotten
bored though because everything has sort of dies down with all the fire
inspectors going to the void every weekend...
2. I seen on the message bored attached to my Zine THE NEUS SUBJEX that
the shows doors were to open around 7PM with the show starting around
7:30. The Juice arrived and we had loaded up and gotten down there JUST
before 7PM. Even though I had the Mexican Blackbirds shirt on, I gave
another tradition this month a rest. I decided to listen to THE MEDEA
CONNECTION for inspiration while we loaded out.
3. We unloaded our material into the Void fast. The Falcon was in a
loading zone with its hazards blinking. The kids arent all bad, some
of them are pretty damn helpful. One even helped us bring our equipment
in. By time The Juice had came inside after parking the Falcon, I was
setting up the merchandise. Now at the Void we do pretty good on merchandise
so I wanted to get it set up right away. Juice insisted about getting
the kid who helped us load in a free CD so when things got situated
thats exactly what I did. I cant remember his name as of right now but
he was a good kid. We had a lot of visitors to our merch booth early
on and even sold some socials stuff before we played... One kid even
came up to us and said he thought we were a ska band because a ska band
somewhere is also called The Socials. I explained where we got our name
and how its really supposed to be THE SOCS (pronounced The Soshes) but
because of the weird spelling everyone would think our band was pronounced
THE SOCKS. I told him whereas I might play an upbeat for him that night,
and might even say "Pick it up! Pick it up!" once, but The
Socials before him right now were not SKA-Y! We were, at best, rock
and/or roll. One fellow we met who I actually remember named Will, was
a big fan of The Epoxies. This guy was dead on about his music and lightyears
from people wearing Less Than Jake shirts. We had some good conversation
about Maximum Rock and Roll... He said he was just about out of punk-rock
until looking at a recent issue. I thought that was pretty cool. I hadn’t
had one of those conversations in a while... One youth inparticular
who had spent some time on the Neus Subjex messages of the Bored message
board had stirred up a little hornets nest cause he went on there spouting
how he doesn’t believe in tipping waitresses. Uh.. yeah. He was
also real proud of his cell phone. In fact that sorta took me back a
bit; all the kids with cell phones. It got so fucking annoying that
when one would ring we all would shout out "Quiet everyone, someone’s
cell phone just rang and since someone is calling someone here it MUST
be important." Daddy needs a drink!
4. a band called TH URINAL MINTS and a local pop punk sensation called
BOTTOM LINE were supposed to play but they weren’t here. Tonight’s
show would be an all local one. The Lab jackets were up first. Now this
was a good band. I seen them once before at a basement show and even
put a picture of them in THE NEUS SUBJEX and said a few words. I was
interested in seeing them as were most of the crowd. The Void is HUGE.
You put 150 people in there and it looks like no one showed up to the
show.... Theres a separate area for smokers and The Lab jackets, since
they are mainly an instrumental thing, decided to set up there. Air
Sea battle had decided to set up on the floor in front of the stage
and drag the microphones there. This left the stage open and since The
Socials were third and the two bands before us found their places, left
us with time and space to set up our equipment. So thats exactly what
5. It was taking THE LAB JACKETS awhile to get things going. They were
mainly set up and noodling around with their instruments to the point
of being annoying. Some kids came up to us and asked when the show was
getting going because they had curfews but we didn’t have an answer
for them. At one point a young guy came up to me and asked "Who
plays bass in your band?" I knew right away what he was wanting
but this wasn’t even the way to BEGIN to ask something like he
was asking "Who wants to know" I responded. "I play bass
in The Lab Jackets and I need to borrow your bass amp if possible."
He said then added at lowered volume "and your guitar." I
couldn’t believe what I was hearing "My amp AND my guitar?"
I asked. He responded yes. I told him this was a bad idea. 1) I didn’t
know him. You NEVER let anyone even so much as TOUCH your amp or guitar
for that matter, without knowing them. Letting an unknown borrow your
equipment is even more of an NO-NO. If it had been someone else. Rob
Kongress from Crimson Sweet.. Rob People from Radar Secret Service...
Melissa from Kill the Hippies.... Nathan from Green Formica Table...
Those people I know. This guy I did not. I told him it was a bad idea
to do such a thing. nothing personal, but a bad idea. Well, so I lied.
It was sort of personal. You see, I had the gumption to have my shit
together and get my equipment tot he show I said I was going to play.
I had an obligation and I came through with my responsibility. For whatever
reason if I could not bring my equipment, even my own guitar, I simply
wouldn’t agree to play a show. One time I played The Mantis Gallery
in Kent where another Cincinnati band was playing that wanted to use
my amp. Heres a band that dint have room for an amp BUT had room enough
to bring all their friends and girlfriends up to ensure they had a mosh
pit. BULLSHIT! That isn’t the way to do it! Here was a Cincinnati
local that dint bring his shit. I wasn’t having it. Time dragged
and dragged and it seemed like an eternity until they played. When they
did play it was pretty damn cool but not worth all the hassle. I guess
the bass player used the amp and guitar from Air Sea battle or something.
if I would have gotten to that guy first I would have convinced him
not to do such a thing but fuck, I might still be there right now waiting
for The Lab Jackets to go on. Something got to my ears about this being
the Lab Jackets LAST show. I am not suprised at this but dread this
band breaking up and maybe taking their unprofessionalism to two or
three more bands.
6. AIR SEA BATTLE exploded out of nowhere. Now here was a band! This
was my first time seeing them and I loved every minute of it. Their
set was loud, they screamed a lot, and worked some Neoteric dynamics
into their songs thats got me wondering about their future appearances.
I ended up knowing the guitarist from way back when. One time I seen
a couple punk stickers on his car and had some copies of The Neus Subjex
in my car so I introduced myself and gave him one. His name is Ken and
he had a zine of his own called Doowrong at one time. I entered this
show handing flyers out to a June 14th Socials show that I needed a
band for possibly... I put in a call to The Slobs and they were supposed
to get back to me in two days time. I had thought about possibly asking
The Lab Jackets until all their stuff and put Air Sea battle on the
possibilities list just after seeing them. They are a good band. The
Slobs would come through for the show So I didn’t have to ask
AIR SEA BATTLE after all but I am definitly going to consider them for
in the future when I need bands for shows.... They are also going to
get with me for us to carry their CD in our merchandise thing...
7. We immediately took to stage after Air Sea Battle. One by one, during
our set, I would say 3/4 of the crowd left. I would like to think that
we were totally unlistenable to such young minds but the fact of the
matter is most of the kids had curfews to attend to. We didn’t
play our best set ever but it wasn’t all bad. we didn’t
have any copies of ATTCKING THE NUCLEUS left but had handed out over
60 handbills for our next show on June 14th.... Here was our set:
Judy Killed Someone...U Dance U Die...Hands of Gravity.... Plastic....
1982 was Made for Lovers...Life as Spraypaint.... Cult Vex #09... Falling...Tunnels
Under the City....The Industrial Revolution was a Bore...Mythical Sea
Creatures... Slave to the Low Wave
We ended our set a lot stronger than we began. We hurried our material
off the stage to make room for The Bourbon Legends and to get back to
our Merchandise table... We actually sold a couple more CDs after our
set which was a nice touch...
8. THE BOURBON LEGENDS are a pretty eclectic bunch of guys. Their line
up is a bit unconventional by including a banjo player. They do their
own brand of countrified rock and/or roll and even do a cover of a song
from Smokey and The Bandit; the ‘Eastbound Down’ song. They
wear cowboy/country outfits onstage and during their set it became obvious
that they were drunk... A solid set. Im suprised that they arent asked
to play more local shows...
9. By time the last band went on The Void had disintegrated into a debaucherous
state. Despite the NO ALCOHOL rule and people who had been drinking
hiding it rather cleverly, people started to let it hang out.... No
cops were around and by this time the shows population was even more
stripped down. I wanted to stay for MEOW MOTHERFUCKER though.. I had
known Eli, the singer/guitarist for years in other local bands and wanted
to see what he helped put together with this band. Early on they gave
me one of their demos and I read through their lyric sheet. I was sort
of taken back because their lyrics were very different than what I am
accustomed to... thats a good thing too. Real personal stream of consciousness
type stuff from MEOW... Basic street level honesty.. no heavy subjects
really but REAL LIFE.... I like them. one song I am particular dealed
with buying 40 ouncers for underage girls. The lyrics didn’t talk
about buying them beer and taking advantage of them or anything like
one might imagine... In a weird way the song sort of celebrated a basis
of equality unseen in nearly ALL of this hemisphere. Their set was tight.
Great guitar sounds and it looked like despite the dwindling crowd,
they were having a good time. Their set sort of reminded me of a mixture
of long gone Cincinnati local ARCHIE AND THE PUKES mixed withsome early
80s Oi/Streetpunk. Its a sound I would definitly like to hear more around
here... I mean, if The Slobs had for some reason declined on the 14th
I proly would have asked both Air Sea Battle and Meow Motherfucker to
play. Meow Motherfcuker are a great band. Like I said, they have a demo
and actually gave me a couple of them. Im looking into getting hold
of more so if you would be interested, let me know.
10. So the night ended. During the drive home we listened to opera,
another tradition of ours and talked about the show. The whole Lab Jackets
thing really pissed us off on every level but the night got better the
moment they were finished. We didn’t get paid anything but we
knew that from the moment walking into the show. From the start it was
a benefit for The Void.... I got home, loaded out and took my Blackbirds
shirt off and threw it on the floor where it still lays a week alter.
I thought of Chris, a guy I never met and knew that roughly 2,300 miles
away he was drinking a Miller High Life thinking of The Motards....
So, as I ‘finish’ this Joe is proly wondering where my stuff
is... Or hell, maybe he updated without me and will do some post-update
doctoring to include my stuff.... If you actually read all of this,
You have suprised the fuck out of me... I mean, FUCK! I couldn’t
say I could do the same if I didn’t write it.
As a consequence of devoting one whole column to this mess I just finished
I have a HUGE backlog of music to review. I have given it some thought
and decided to re-work my PITH Ratings into a system that could accommodate
the WORTH of zines, movies as well as music I cover...Next months column
is going to be a PITH EXTRAVAGANZA!!! Well, I suppose its time to roll...
Till next time make every landing like its your last!!!!
If by chance you want a Socials sticker or button... Send a SASE. If
you have questions about our distribution or want a Socials CD of your
own... E-mail me and I will tell you where to send your $6.