I’m a quiet guy, I keep to myself and prefer a dark empty bar to pretty much anything. But, I guess that doesn’t really work in Texas. I’m pretty sure I invited a couple of bands to crash at my pad the next time they’re on tour. I think I was adopted by a really sweet family, puked in my new friend’s guest bed and offered the valet guys at my hotel a beer from my six-pack.
Maybe things got a little out of control. Eating at every place I’ve seen on episodes of Man vs. Food or Diner, Drive-ins and Dives was only the beginning of my excesses. My concern about liquor not being sold until noon on Sundays was unfounded and left me near death at the airport bar explaining to a very inquisitive lady what Michael Azerrad’s Our Band Could Be Your Life, was all about. In the end it all worked out well. I shot some pictures, ate a lot of food and drank too much. I’m glad that no one took a swing at me, I wasn’t arrested and I wasn’t hospitalized for heat stroke or liver failure. As I drank a tiny bottle of Glenrothes on the plane back to California I reflected on my week in the Lone Star State and thought to myself, “America, Fuck Yeah!”
Still, I do wish I could remember the names of the bands I saw.
A few more Punk flyers from the mid-late 90’s. The first flyer in the series is from a band I sang for in high school, Sarah Abrams Attack Tank. Members would go onto form Miracle Chosuke and Bad Dudes. Our band manager Damian Edwards would go onto play in Crystal Antlers. The Swing Kids show at Koo’s took place after a group of us held our own show in a garage featuring San Diego’s Swindle and L.A.’s Nuclear Society. Following our garage show we piled into several cars and all showed up to see one of Swing Kid’s last shows before members went onto form The Locust.
Looking through high school photos and writing I came across some old punk flyers. If you came up as a part of the punk scene in the late 90’s in LA or OC these should put a nostalgic smile on your face. The second one down for the (Le) Shock/ TTauri show was from the early days of The Smell. When the venue was on Lankersheim. I like that who ever made it says, “THE SMELL Somewhere in North Holywood but where? your guess is as good as mine.” More flyers to come.
Most of the time he was just my; smells like ten hobos, drinks all my liquor, eats bacon three times a day and still somehow manages to get laid more than me roommate/oldest friend. Most of the time I didn’t care whether he came home or not. Now I’m really lonely. Good luck in Oakland old friend.
Sometimes talent and european tours are wasted on guys with no interest in casual sex, drinking binges or drugs. Such is the case with my boys from BAD DUDES. If you happen to be bored in Italy or the Czech Republic over the next month try and look them up. They will probably be eating big macs and reading “graphic novels,” at the local internet cafe. Here’s a clip of them at the Smell last year to tide us over for a bit. Good Luck, Bros!