“Strange Tales From The Doc” #25 This weeks “Strange Tales” is about the time my wife Crystal and I appeared on the cover (well kinda) of the 1993 Creamers cd “Hurry Up and Wait”. The Creamers were a late 1980’s L.A. based punk band. They are actually the first full length release, entitled “Love, Honor, Obey” by the legendary Sympathy Records. That lp is still a killer release and one that flew under the radar by most. If you see it, GET IT! Female fronted Punk Rock plain and simple. [plus they put on an awesome live gig too].
For some time The Creamers were a band that we would see often and actually became friendly with. My old buddy Louis Beso became very close to the drummer Bob [no, not like “that” just good friends. They were both painters] so we always knew when and where they were playing. The Creamers had an idea for their upcoming full length “Hurry Up and Wait” and needed some “bodies” for a photo shoot. Crystal and I plus Louis and his wife Tina, their son Devon, Tim from The Mr T Experience
and a spattering of others showed up to the “lovely” city of Willmington, Ca and stood wait at a barely used bus stop, while watching our backs, for this photo shoot.
Now you may remember [if you have ANY memory retention
] I said we were on the cover of the cd “kinda”? Remember that? I’ll take a minute for you to re-read the FIRST sentence..Done? Good! Either we (me not Crystal) weren’t deemed good looking enough or maybe we were (Crystal not me) TO good looking, but we were “folded” and ended up on the other side of the fold (inside the cover). I’m the one with the fishing hat and Crystal is that Big Dope with the funny smile on her face. Why does she still look the same 20 years later?
We lost touch with The Creamers. The bassist Andi later went into to form the band Snap-Her but as far as the others go, I’m not sure. We’ll always have the good memories of a great band though! Until next time guys!
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“Strange Tales From the Doc” #24
Here’s another “Growing up Strange” story for you friends.
This one is all about the “Great Shaving Era”. As I’ve said before one of our rules (the only rule) was, “If you pass out you WILL get your eyebrows shaved and you are not allowed to get mad about it”. For the most part that held true. Until things started to get out of hand. Eyebrows were one thing but then that escalated into shaving pubes, giving fucked up haircuts, dying hair, marking on people etc… One of the best (worst?) was my buddy (he’s like a brother to me) Gary. I’ve known Gary since 3rd grade. Out of our entire group of friends Gary was probably the smartest of us all. His one downfall? He liked to drink and that always got him in trouble. Gary, Beaman and myself all lived together in a studio apartment in Upland in the early 80’s. And of course it became the “hang-out” of all our friends. People drinking, passing out etc was the norm. One night in particular I had been out all night at a gig. Thus giving me the perfect alibi of, “I wasn’t even there, how could I have done that?” But of course I always did…
I got home late to find Beaman asleep on the couch and Gary passed out in bed. I woke up Beaman and convinced him to shave Gary’s eyebrows. And then his arm hair. And then cut his hair. And then glue on his cut hair to his missing eyebrows. And then, here it comes, his pubes! Of course I was taking pictures the whole time while Beaman asked , “You’re not getting me in the pictures are you?”. I said, “No, no, don’t worry I’m not”. (yeah, I was…..). The night ending up with pictures of Gary getting shaved from head to toe and “revealing” pictures of Beaman “Tea-Bagging” him [and more disturbing images I still can’t get out of my head].
The next day I ran over to the 1 hour Photomart (you should have seen the owners face when I picked them up!) and mailed these pictures to Gary with a ransom note I cut out from the pages of a magazine. Something like “If you don’t leave $100.00 by the tree in front of your apartment we will send these to your Mom”. AWESOME! He wasn’t happy about it and I felt bad about it. I mean I felt bad I wasn’t there to stop Beaman from doing this to him. What a dick! Pictured here are some shots of our studio apartment, shaving Gary and more nonsense….
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“Strange Tales From The Doc” #23:
Decry at Fenders, Long Beach, Ca. 1985?
Gotta make this one quick friends, I’m home feeling SICK! But I’ll be back for an all new store next Monday. But In the meantime….
Decry is a band that seemed to always “open” for the headliner although they could have easily been THE headliner. Ferrell [singer] always played barefoot, an homage to the great Rik L Rik (F-Word). They were always “on”. I’ve seen them at least 6 times back then and they always seemed to get the crowd riled up and into them. Never a bad show. We saw them a couple years back and they (Ferrel) hasn’t missed a step. Still fantastic! Check out the lyrics to their debut lp “Falling”. It’s about Ferrell’s addiction to Heroin. Drugs = TROUBLE people. Don’t even try. Okay, back to bed for me!
“Strange Tales From the Doc” #20 “Growing Up Strange” in the early 80’s…. Here are some personal pics of me and my buddies when we were young. Hey, aren’t you glad I took a lot of pictures? I suggest YOU do the same. Most of my friends and myself had a few things in common at the time; Our parents were divorced, we loved [punk rock] music, drinking and going to gigs. Typical stuff for the early teenager then and now. We also loved shaving each other eyebrows [and more as time went on….] when we got to drunk. I was one of the best at it. Why? Because I never passed out and I was able to convince my other friends to do the “dirty work” for me. Thus leaving me “not guilty” when the victim yelled, “Who the fuck did this to me?!” While pointing at a bald spot, missing eyebrow(s) or colored hair when they woke up.
My personal favorite shaving? There are so many but one, the first one, was a great one because it started a the trend. During the summer of ’83 the “gang” always went to my Dad’s house for beer and lasagna. Our group was about 8 to 10 people or so on average and we ranged in age from 15 to 18 so free food and beer was a no brainer. (Hey, we would show up to a Pat Boone concert for that!) Plus it was always a lot of fun. That night a friend, Jay, got hammered like he always did. Little did he know what fate had in store for him.
We left my dad’s condo in Diamond Bar and drove to one of our usual hang-outs [Gary & Rob’s] in Upland. As soon as we got there Jay stumbled through the door and immediately passed out on the couch like always. My friend Ting and I were screwing with him a little while he slept. Nothing big, just sticking our fingers in his ears etc….Then I got the GREAT idea, “Wouldn’t it be funning to shave his eyebrow?” Ting was instantly into it 100%! And of course I was the one who got HIM to do it. When we finished we realized we couldn’t stop at just one eyebrow so Ting used his new razor skills to shave a “patch” of hair above his nose right along the hairline. Just a weird “square” of missing hair about an inch by inch big.
You may be thinking, “Yeah, that’s great, that’s funny” and you’d be right but the REALLY great thing about it is that on that following Monday [just two days later] Jay had to take high school graduation pictures! His mom flipped out! There was no postponing it, Jay had this one and only chance to take his photos. His mom penciled in the missing eyebrow and combed his hair “down” in some crazy fucked up looking way for his high school pictures! AWESOME! After that night we were hooked and the gang and I always carried a Bic disposable razor with us (which I still have in my old leather jacket 30+ years later by the way). Oh, and although these pictures with Jay show him with his twin-Fin Mohwak, he did NOT have that on this night trust me! Jay was actually a “good” kid at the time. I feel a little bad for setting him on the patch for personal destruction! I mean, Ting did that……
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You can tell from the line-up this HAD to be a great gig. Yep, it was! I’ve never been a big Vandals fan and although I know they played that night I honestly don’t remember it. [sorry guys]. But I DO remember the Circle Jerks. Consistently one of the best bands to you could wish for in the early 80’s. PURE energy! Their drummer at the time was so good people would actually pay just to see HIM play. Amazing!!!
Same goes with the Dickies. Never a bad gig from them and I should know. The Dickies is the band that I have seen the most in my life! This is also the gig where I saw this guy wearing the coolest Leather Jacket I had ever seen (still to this day). I snuck a picture of him and later used it for some D Strange ads. On the back of his jacket he had a drawing of Sid Vicious wearing a leather and t-shirt. REALLY cool and done well. And here’s another story from one an underrated band;
MIA at Fenders ballroom Long Beach, Ca 1984-1985
This “could” have been the Youth Brigade/7 Seconds/MIA (the live recording released from Youth Brigade on BYO) but I’m not 100% sure. As always, you took your life in your own [or should I say others did] when you went to The Fenders.. . Nazi skinheads and Suicidal Tendencies gang members were always sure to be there preying on those that were by themselves.
MIA started in Reno, Nv but made the move to Huntington Beach area of Southern California in the early 80’s. I was lucky enough to have seen them play several times and they never ceased to amaze! Great music and great lyrics made them one of my favorites to see back then. When I stared the label a few years later I actually approached Mike (singer) to ask them about re-releasing their first lp, a split with Genocide, and their “Murder in a Foreign Place”lp. For some reason it never happened. Too bad.
Unfortunately Mike passed away in an odd way a few years back. He was on a business trip during winter in the Midwest and while getting out of car he slipped on the ice bumped his head and froze in the parking lot. A homeless person found him and reported it to the police. #punk