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Just in! My old buddy and Germs Roadie from the late 70’s “Reggie Mental” sold his lp’s! Have a look and be FAST. Plus tons of other RARE vinyl arrived today. Check this list at:
p.s. here’s a picture of Reggie (background) at a Germs gig in 1979. Photo by Jenny Lenz
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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….
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!
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“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……
-The gang on the stairs at my Dad’s
-Queve, Steve, Jay, and myself at my dad’s
-Jay, Ting, Steve and myself at my dad’s
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“Strange Tales From The Doc” #19… September 1988 Stiff Little Fingers at The Variety Arts Center Los Angeles, Ca
This was the gig that me and ALL my buddies couldn’t wait for! We all loved SLF and it was the first time since 1981 [I think?] that they came back to the U.S. All original members with the exception of the drummer who at that time had quit the band to join the Red Rockers. Actually Stiff Little Fingers song “Wait and See” was about his departure from the band to join the Red Rockers.
Anyway, back to the gig. They played with some “metal/hard rock” type of a band called Lifeline (no, that’s not it…) I can’t remember. Although I, and the majority of the crowd, didn’t like them at least they were so excited to open up for SLF. They kept going on and on while playing what an honor it was to be there so I cut them some slack. (and no one hunted them down and shaved their heads either)
I’ve seen SLF many times and they are always a great band to see. Imagine a sold out crowd of hundreds of people all singing along to their songs. The air was electric. Even just the way they came onto stage was a pre-mediated plan of energy. Before coming on stage they played one of their songs (I forget which) and got the crowd all amped up. Then they hit the stage and killed it! The crowd went nuts with slammin’, stage diving and singing!
My only regret? Not catching a drum stick the drummer threw out on their last song. It flew inches over my head but I was a little to slow. Would have made a great souvenir if I caught it but at least I have my memories of an amazing gig. Stiff Little Fingers are currently working on an all new full length as I type this. It may ONLY be available from the band so be sure to see this link for more info:
Pictured here is a live shot of the gig and the Marque I took. Oh, and my leather jacket. Yeah, SLF are just about my fav’s)
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“Strange Tales From the Doc” #11 Big Drill Car/All/Chemical people; Cruz Records night at The Roxy I forget the date on this one but it must have been early 1990’s. This was the “Cruz Records Night” featuring: Big Drill Car, All and Chemical People. It was an awesome gig! All these bands were totally top notch. The bass players for Big Drill Car, Chemical People and All were some of THE best at the time.
Doc’s first gig…
It was The Dickies with maybe the Pandoras? Not sure on that one… I was 17 years old and had just gotten my driver’s license. The gig was at the world famous Whiskey in Hollywood. My oldest friend at the time; Glen and I were listening to bands like Devo, Blondie, Oingo Boingo and the like but The Dickies had always been one our favorites. I was excited and nervous to go to a real “punk rock” gig. I remember being a little scared about going. Were we going to get asses kicked? Would we “fit it”? I borrowed Glen’s trench coat and decided to take the chance. Remember guys back in the “old days” going to a Punk Rock gig could be a little “risky”. If you were found or thought to be a “Posseur” or were a hippy you were NOT treated kindly. You’d get beaten up or get your head shaved!
We took my car; The Red Scare [which I still have and use today] on the 40 miles trip from our city of Upland to Hollywood. I remember driving up to The Whiskey and seeing a line formed with people sporting mohawks, leather jackets and hard stares. The first thing I recall upon entering The Whiskey was a cocktail waitress walking up to us and asking “would you like a drink”? Glen was mormon and I didn’t like to drink alone!
Back then The Whiskey had a set of bleachers (like at a high school football game) off to the left of the stage. They also had an upstairs. Glen and I had heard about punks with barbed-wire wrapped around their boots to slice you while slammin’ and others that would sneak up to you and burn you with their cigarette (aka a “Germs Burn”). Neither of those sounded like fun to us so we made a beeline upstairs where we could overlook the entire stage. When The Dickies took the stage the air was electric. This is the original line-up. Leonard played his keyboards [hasn’t done that in years] and brought out all the props. They were fucking great! Blew my mind 100% We survive our first gig and were both hooked. The next month, once again at the Whiskey, was Social Distortion and Bad Religion. Another great gig [until Greg Graffin hit someone with the mic-stand just for getting on stage]. What a douche!
Oh, this picture was actually taken at Fenders in Long Beach a couple years later by the way….
|Casey Royer pic by Doc Strange|
|D.I. (EP) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
I’ve seen DI many times all over Southern California. Always a GREAT band to see live for sure and this was no exception. Casey Royer with Rik Agnew playing like a possessed demon! A winning combination. When D.I. was on their game they were one of the best bands to see. Great band then and now!