Posted by The Taint on 8/14/2015 2:08:00 AM (view original):
Posted by pinotfan on 8/13/2015 12:22:00 AM (view original):
"Jocko ****".
Or just about anything off the Dead Kennedy's "Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables".
If we ever meet in real life, remind me to tell you the story of the time I bullshitted with Jello Biafra without knowing who he was.
Where do you call home?
One of the proudest moments of my youth was being at the Whiskey in Hollywood, elbows on the center of the stage. Fought all night to hold my position against the dancers (it wasn't called a mosh pit then; it was just people letting off steam). Jello stage dives, and kicks me in the forehead as he goes. Anyone who was part of the punk scene in LA or NY in the late '70s/early '80's will understand.
One of the great things about being in LA is running into celebs in everyday life. I was at the House of Blues one night for a War performance (I knew the sax player), and was upstairs having a scotch when I accidentally bumped the guy standing next to me. I apologized; he was cool, and we just hung out for the evening. When the concert was over I found my group, who were curious as to where I'd been all night. I told them I was just hanging out with this guy I bumped into at the bar. Who, they asked; him, I replied, pointing at the gentleman walking by. "Yo Chris, goodnight" said Rick James.
8/14/2015 4:12 PM (edited)