I only listen to jazz. That's it. Mostly private press jazz.
Officer Officer Brad's stories are great. But not exactly in line with this thread, or what I hoped to read here. On the other hand, I'd like to read more LSOK lore.
yeah, i am terrible at sticking to a topic, i apologize for that. i start writing something, and it makes me think of something else, its all very stream of consciousness but also rather time consuming. its weird not having the false sense of bravado that 10 or 12 beers used to give me when i would do most of my termbo'ing.
if i could tell just a few more...
its the first evolutions show. local dude whose claim to fame was "some dude took a picture of me sucking GG allins cock while he was passed out" offers to be our new manager. on the plus side, he is able to get us some amps on credit and let us practice in his mom's basement. on the flipside, you had to deal with shit like him randomly killing his girlfriends pets and sticking them in her face.
anyways, he is friends with the 1096 crew down in kenosha, and we begin the long process of trying to make a gig happen. the first time we go down all we have is our amps and guitars and the other band never shows up with drums, so we just drop acid, get drunk and stoned all night. after a few more attempts, we finally make it down with all our gear, and find a basement that seems capable of hosting a band. unfortunately, they say we can't play that night, but we can play the next night if we want. so we waste our time with a tank of nitrous and some warm old styles, and sleep on the filthy floor until morning.
its this huge old house, and the basement is down this tiny falling apart staircase we can barely get our gear down. its someones shitty bedroom down there, and jamie decides to break out the spray paint and paint swastikas EVERYWHERE. and i am not talking a few dozen, i mean there were easily 200, probably more, swastikas covering every inch of wall space.
people start showing up, but theyre not punks, theyre like, street people. it seemed like random homeless dudes who heard a party and came looking for free beer, and they found it and told all their friends, hahaha. we set up in the corner right next to dude's bed, i steal the tape out of his clock radio and stick it into the recorder, hit record and play...
the earliest lineup of the evolutions was me on drums, roy and jamie on guitar and vocals, and my girlfriend liz, who played with lsok and the smuts on a couple records, on bass. roy got pink guitar picks made with his name on one side, and "the evolutions" on the other side. we had some originals and some 60s garage type covers, oblivians, reatards, nothing too exciting, but a solid set.
jamie would usually light himself on fire. we tried lots of different methods, but what seemed to work best was just lighting his t shirt up with a lighter. he would let it burn until he burned himself a bit and then put it out. so he was doing his tough/weird guy darby crash routine, and this homeless looking dude was talking to me between songs like he wanted to fight, "does that guy think he's tough?" and shit like that, and finally he says "you wanna see something crazy? check this out..." and he puts his head down and runs full force into the stone basement wall!!! he falls backwards and the whole top of his skull is split open, it looks like his brains are leaking out onto the concrete, there is blood absolutely everywhere.
nobody knows what to do. we're stuck there, because all our gear is there, but almost everyone else leaves. "what do we do?" i said we should drag his ass out in the street and call 911, but liz, who was a CNA said that was a bad idea, and we shouldnt move him. so dude is totally unconscious in a pool of his own blood on the floor, and liz is screaming "DONT DIE ON ME, MAN!" and such. jamie steals dude's cigarettes and him and roy pose for some quick pictures. someone finally calls the cops and theyre down there almost immediately, shining their flashlights around and looking at all the swastikas painted everywhere and the band gear. the band is all underage, and drunk, and our lead singers shirt is all burned up, and of course, we assume we're going to jail so everyone is acting like total dicks, just for the fun of it.
fire dept comes, and paramedics. there is absolutely no way they are getting down those narrow ass old stairs, so not long after, they show up with a fricking bobcat and dig a hole. bust a hole in the damn basement wall and stretcher him out of there. cops didnt seem impressed when they asked if anyone else was injured, and jamie answered "i am a little bit burned" but i guess they had more important shit to do, because everyone left and we didnt get into any trouble. we thought the guy was gonna die for sure but we heard he was just paralyzed from the waist down. that might be bullshit though too.
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