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Birth Of A Punk Rocker Part 4

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The girls in the punk rock scene are something else. They have always seemed to be a little more intelligent when it came to abstract thought and questioning authority. I mean they are not the great thinkers of our generation, but compared to us guys who are busy drinking, fighting and chasing the girls around-they really did have their shit together.
It was a girl in Idaho that turned me onto the album, “Institutionalized” by Suicidal Tendencies. To me that is a classic So-Cal punk rock album and it was what opened up my eyes to the more violent edge of punk music. It was almost always girls that drove us to the shows and were sober enough afterwards to drive us all home. They were sexy, smart and would back you up in any situation. I am pretty sure that they got everything they wanted too as every one of us had our own bands, party houses and plenty of party favors and I can’t think of any that ever had to sleep alone. I guess the were more “Ying” to our “Yang”.
From age 19 to 32, I had the same punk rocker girlfriend and was quite happy. She was just as much into the scene and the music as I was and we saw hundreds of killer shows during our years together. We had our shit in order compared to others in the scene, we both had jobs and always had a place to live. This made everything a lot more accessible and we met a lot of cool people because of it. In the end when we broke up, she left with her clothes and some of the real gems of our music collection. At first I was a little sad about the missing staples from my music collection but since then I have replaced them…..there has never been a replacement for that girl though.
There were a lot of girls whom I had secret crushes on but I was always loyal to only one. I sit back and wonder nowadays what ever became of these women? I am still in contact with one I really like a lot, but she has become a professional, a mother and responsible. I can apprececiate all of these things now but it is what I remember of her from way back when and the punk rocker in her heart that I truly love. It is not just the music, it is the whole way of thinking. Myself, I can never change my way of thinking to a chickenshit conformist that is content with the status quo. I really like dark, edgy, abstract and different and I can only hope these women I have met over the years remain the same inside.
There are women in punk rock music and they are pretty talented too. They are so much more than just eye-candy alone, there have always been the groupie types or women that are associated with a certain band because you see them together. Siouxxie Sue was part of the Sex Pistol’s entourage, but never played punk rock music. Joan Jett was associated with the Germs and mentioned in the lyrics of “Shutdown-Annhilation Man”, but she played rock and roll in the Runaways. Punk rock women have been part of the scene since it’s inception.
In retrospect, despite my current situation-I have not changed one bit. I still listen to the same music, have the same views and see myself as I always have. At forty five years old, I have been doing this so long that it is the norm. As I type this blog, I am listening to the Dead Kennedys and getting ready to practice on my bass for a couple of hours. I too am a professional at my trade Tig welding and fabrication. If you were to meet me you would conclude that I am at the opposite end of the spectrum from the chickenshit conformists that run this world. I will always be a punk rocker and if I am lucky I will have me a punk rocker girl at my side until the end.

Here are some of my favorite songs by punk rock girls;
Red High Heels by Crass
Poison In A Pretty Pill by Crass
Resurrection by Vice Squad
Double Fist by Thugg Murder
A by The Gits
Blind Attack by Conflict

John Price
DOC #716639

Birth Of A Punk Rocker Part 3

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Having no punk rock scene in Lewiston Idaho to speak of, I packed up what little an eighteen year has and moved to Seattle. I took Steve Simpson and Steve Valen with me as they were my skateboarder friends and also into the punk scene. Steve Valen was a surfer and skater from Venice California whom had already been to Seattle and knew the area. Steve Simpson was my best friend for many years and pretty much got into punk rock the same time as I did and he wanted to get the fuck out of Idaho just as bad as me.
Seattle had an already well established punk scene. There was a monster contingent of gutter-punks who were all runaways or street kids, house punks from the suberbs who had cars and homes and then the hundreds of other misfits from everywhere else that you would always see at each show. I noticed that things were alot different here in the big city than they were in Spokane, at the shows everyone pretty much stayed to there own crowd out in the parking lots and alleys before the show and there was more of an edge to the people themselves. Violence was common at every show either in the parking lot or inside and it did not seem to affect anyone’s spirits. It Alost seemed like it was part of the scene.
I did not really fit into any category at first and would go to shows with my own group and not intermingle very much with any others. We would go to the teen feeds around Seattle which were at different spots to feed all the homeless kids. This is where all the punker kids would network and how I ended up expanding my own group by eating with these other kids and finding out where the other teen feeds were and what shows were coming up. I lived in Everett Washington about an hour north from Seattle, with the Steves and a few other friends who all worked at different jobs. We would kick it at different houses around the Everett area and party every night. Everett had a pretty good scene and one of the best parts was they had really good bands and the girls were to die for. To this day, I am still madly in love with at least three of the girls from the Everett and Lynwood area. The bands from up north were The Accused, Big top, Sabre, Forced Entry and Mace. Each band had its own following and crowd that I would encounter at all their shows and parties.
The Seattle scene was always where I chose to be at. Sure we would fight with the gutter punks and always had some girls from Bellevue driving us around from show to show, but I enjoyed riding the bus to downtown and drinking beer in alleys and feeling like I belong in the city. There are so many freaks in the city and more than a million ways to die. It makes you feel free. My friends and I started adopting a more militant style of dress, short cropped hair, skintight Levi’s, Doc Martin boots and flight jackets. You knew who we were at shows and there was no quarter given if you crossed our path.
The shows in Seattle were mostly all ages which made for a better scene because of all the kids. The shows were cheap and in some crazy areas. My favorite venues were The O.K. Hotel, the Party Hall on Madison, Oz which later became DV8, The Off Ramp and RKCANDY. There were many more that would pop up for a few shows and then many other top notch ones around the greater Seattle area, but these were the ones in the city that had shows every week. The pits at these shows were fucking crazy! I never left one without a busted lip, a cracked rib or a deep bleeding scrape on my body. I always go directly into the pit and do not leave until the band does. When the pit is moving in a circular motion like at most metal shows, I go against the flow and punish others as I get pretty beat up myself. Even in the craziest pits, when someone falls down they are immediately pulled up to their feet by many arms. It is an unspoken rule. Myself, I never liked to see girls in the pit. I would see the go down all the time and when I am mowing people down in the opposite direction, I really did not want to let up if I seen a girl. There have been a very few exceptions, I have seen girls that were in all night and standing right beside me at the end. As I leave shows I have people slapping me on the back at every show saying, “good pit!”.
There were always the same opening bands at every show, they ranged from metal to hardcore to weird alternative. The bands were almost exclusively openers for the bigger acts, Dumpt, Date Rape, Subvert, Aspirin Feast, Sabre, and The Gits were just a few. The Gits had been around awhile and were doing great shows and good things. Their singer was Mia Zapata, one of the coolest punk rocker chicks you could ever meet. She was never stuck up because had a band and did not turn her back on my crew because we were skins. She was just a humble and good hearted person. Some fucking animal named Mendoza murdered her in the same year the scene lost G.G. All in and Kurt Cobain. The latter two wanted to die but Mia was just getting ready to live. The whole fucking scene changed after that…..
The number of all ages shows dropped and other clubs were changing ownership and names or booking different kinds of music. There was a spike in bar shows and since this was 1993, I was legal age and able to go to them, but it did not make up for the youth missing from the shows. It got to a point where when me and my crew would go to shows we were not viewed as before and some idiot would always walk up to the bald headed guys in the red impala with flames and get the shit kicked out of them. The shows had always had that violent edge to them but now there were gutter punks going out of their way to cause confrontation and they were getting beat up because of it. At one point I just dropped the whole devil may care attitude and expected to have to fight at every show. I am cool with that but the days were alot more fun when you were looking over your shoulder.
My own time in the Seattle punk rock scene started in 1989 and will not end until I move away to another town. It has been a blast and I have never regretted a single minute of it. I have seen some of the best bands in the world and partied with some of the best people too. I hope one of these days the all ages shows are dominant again as they were always the best. Spend three dollars to see eight bands, does not get better than that.
Today’s recommended albums; The Gits- Kings and Queens
Christ On A Crutch- Spread Your Filth

…in memory of Mia Zapata…

John Price
DOC #716639

The Birth Of A Punk Rocker Part 2

Crass-Lexicon by John Price

Pulling into the parking lot behind the indescript and dirty clump of buildings in downtown Spokane, it doesn’t appear that there is any kind of event happening, just small clusters of kids mulling around drinking from bag wrapped bottles and playing grabass. My friends and I are these wide-eyed kids from Idaho sitting on and around the car smoking weed and drinking beer. We start getting antsy and walk around to the front of the building where the door is only to see it is still locked. The flyer in the window says, “The Accused, Big Yuck Mouth and Moral Crux, 3 bucks at 8 pm- all ages”. Since none of us are wearing a watch we continue to mull around and be completely amazed at the other kids waiting for the show.
I figure these kids must all be locals because they seem to know each other and interact with each other while we stick out as the outsiders. My friends from Idaho look a little uncomfortable so we just continue to imbibe in alcohol and marijuana until everything feels loose. People from other small groups are beginning to wander around and interact with others, before we know it there is a small long haired kid with a dumpy looking girl with messy hair and torn up fishnets asking us where we are from and if we got a couple of cigarettes. Soon enough we are sharing our beer and weed with them and they are giving us shit about being from “Iowa”. Hell, that’s close enough for me cause now we have some locals for friends.
These two brought others and then they are taking us around to other groups of kids and everyone is talking about the band they saw last week or the ones that are playing tonight. They all have one big thing in common, tonight’s show is gonna be awesome. The Accused are from Seattle and they play tight, fast neck breaking hardcore and are legendary for putting on a good show. Someone cries out that the doors are open and everyone starts moving down the alley, around the corner and towards the front doors. There is what can be barely described as a line of crazy eyed kids, wearing all manner of different dress, definitely punk rockers with crazy hair and devil may care attitudes. As we get to the front door it is obvious that quite a few of these kids put more into getting here than than getting into the show as many are panhandling for change to get the three dollars to get in.
As I enter the front door, directly to my right is a small table with a short guy with really curly and long hair selling t-shirts for three dollars. At this price I can’t pass one up even though I haven’t seen the design. I hand him the three bucks and he gives me the coolest T-shirt I have ever seen, it is white with the bands name,”The Accused” across the top and a gruesome picture of a mohawked devil woman tearing a mans head in half and eating his brain in full color. On the back are the words, “Martha Fuckin’ Splatter head”. Damned this is gonna be cool back in Idaho! One of the first things I notice about the interior of this club, 123Arts, is that it is a fucking dump. No frills front area, just a bunch of punkers standing around in groups very similar to the ones in the alley. I hear a staccato blast of electric guitar coming from down a hallway and that is my que to go in that direction. The short hallway enters into a small room with a very small stage, maybe eighteen inches high and no more than twenty feet across and packed floor to ceiling with kids. Before I notice the opening band is playing, my eyes are locked on the mass of humanity just in front of the stage. There is no rhyme or reason to it, just heads, elbows and high knees and people tangled and tearing at one another….The pit.
I don’t know anything about the first two bands, I notice that a lot of the kids are singing along and seem somewhat familiar to their music. I stand at the side of the pit occasionally pushing and shoving into the mass and starting to feel the environment. What looks like a giant fight is actually just kids getting some release and having a lot of fun. After each set, I go back out to the car and get some air, smoke more weed and drink a warm beer. When I go back in for the headliner band, The Accused, I notice that the guys who were sitting around the table in the front selling shirts are now setting up the band’s equipment. After it is set up the short curly haired guy I bought the shirt from comes onto the stage and rips out a gutteral scream to the first shredding notes of a guitar. Now the fucking place is packed and where I am standing is not the edge of the pit but now the middle.
The whole place comes alive and the pit starts undulating, I do what feels natural as I can feel the music and the energy pass through me. Sweating and feeling as if I am about to fall down I slam into the kids around me in a frenetic broken form, high knees and elbows and the occasional blow to the ribs, this feels fucking great! As I look to the stage, the guy (Blaine), who sold me the shirt is jumping six feet in the air and kicking his legs out straight while belting out lyrics. The guitarist, a blond dread locked guy is ripping out guitar riffs perfectly on time with the chaos in the pit. Everyone has their eyes locked on the stage and it is hot as hell in this place. Nobody is leaving for anything and even the occasional person I see fall down in the pit gets pulled back to their feet immediately. The energy is indescribable…
The Hundred mile drive back to Lewiston Idaho was quiet as most of us slept. It was during the very late hours and I don’t even remember coming home. I woke up the next day sore and bruised and my head a little fuzzy from partying. As I looked next to me on my bed and saw the T-shirt it all started coming back to me, one of the best and greatest nights of my young life and the turning point on how I felt about music. Punk rock is not only music, it is a lifestyle an experience and an adventure. My life was going to be very different from the day forward.
Today’s recomended album; Dead Kennedys- Plastic Surgery Disasters

John Price
DOC #716639

Crass-Lexicon

The Birth Of A Punk-Rocker part 1
My first experience with punk rock music was around 1983 when I was in the seventh grade, the big things at the time were Sony walkmans, break dancing and the emerging heavy metal/hard rock scene. What better of a time for a kid to experience something so completely different that would take control for the rest of his life? I think the band was the Sex Pistols and it was a friend of mine in Brigham City Utah who gave me the tape to listen to, a few weeks later he brought an issue of High Times magazine to school that had an in-depth article about the band and many pictures of Sid Vicious all bloodied up and pictures of their live shows. I could not get enough…..
Literally I could not get enough because the punk rock scene in Utah did not exist at all at the time. About a year later, I moved to Lewiston Idaho with my punk rock appetite and attitude and found this town just as boring. After getting into the skateboarder scene, I met this cat named Charlie Parker who would turn me on to many cool bands and eventually punk rock concerts in the Spokane Washington area. Chazz, as he preffered to be called, was from California and his mother was an artist. I would spend the weekends at his house in the basement learning skateboard tricks and discovering new bands. Chazz was the typical California kid, good at doing skateboard tricks, phenomenal at riding bmx bikes on ramps and dressed a lot different than everyone else.
The bands Chazz hipped me to were SuicidalTendencies, The Cramps, Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Bad Brains, Social Distortion, and the Dead Kennedys among others. He would always give me his tapes and just tell me to keep them and I played them until they wore out. He would go to Spokane to ride bmx and when he came back he would tell me about all these local bands at small punk rock clubs like 123 Arts and how bad ass the shows were. He would tell me about bands like The Accused, Big Yuck Mouth and Vampire Lezbos, and how the shows cost three dollars to get in. I was sold at that point and just had to come up with a plan, some dough and a way to get my folks to let me go to Spokane for the weekend.
During this time I also acquired a Fender Jazz Bass from my stepmother’s brother. I started playing it in the junior high band and learning all the best punk bass lines I could. I met another cat through Chazz named Robert Jefferies who lived a couple of blocks from Chazz with his grandparents. He had a skateboard launch ramp out in front of his house and he was also a punk rocker and looked the part too. I would go session on my board with him street skating and he would hip me to all the best spots as well as turning me onto the hardcore punk bands like D.R.I., Corrosion Of Conformity, The Accused and G.B.H. I was starting to find my niche in the punk rock world and these guys opened my eyes to where to look. You see, there are not alot of people who like the music or the mindset but there was always people who would go with the fashion. These people were lames and posers and still are even nowadays.
These people were not the only influences on me, over the next years I would meet other people who would have the records or tapes and who were veterans in the scene. There was a comic shop/music store a block away from my high school that had a pretty good selection of punk music for sale as well as a giant catalog they would order from. I think these people were also a major factor in my life as they made it possible for me to find and buy music I did not know existed and they had the punk rock ‘zones as well like Maximum Rock N Roll and alternative newspapers like The Rocket.
The whole reason I buy the same punk rock albums that I have had over and over again in my life is purely for nostalgia’s sake. Certain songs remind me of better times and take me to places alot better than sitting in this prison cell. Please continue to follow my blog about punk rock’s influence in my life. I am currently trying to put together a playlist of punk rock bands from fifty states, if you would like to help out, please email me a short list of punk rock bands from these states; Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas. I am limited to being able to purchase music from jpay so please list a few bands that have whole albums. You can contact me on jpay.com or outlawprice1@gmail.com and see me on Facebook.com
Today’s reccomended punk rock album- The Germs- MIA

John Price
DOC #716639

Crass-Lexicon

Crass- without refinement, delicacy, or sensitivity; gross; obtuse; stupid.

Lexicon-the vocabulary of a particular language, field, social class, person, etc.

The name of my blog is Crass Lexicon
This blog is written by one of society’s favorite rejects, a punk rocker, outlaw biker, artist, musician, tradesman and free thinking hopeless romantic. My topics will vary a lot, depending on the events that happen around me or the nostalgia I may feel for a fleeting moment from my past.
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Rats- the two legged variety.
To start off, I fucking hate rats in every sense of the word. Whistleblower, snitch, tattletale, stool pigeon, cheeseater no matter the happy sounding little nickname they are one in the same. In today’s society snitching is the most prevalent, you see it on newscasts when some nobody suddenly gets their fifteen minutes of fame and gives a full account of something that was never meant to be any of their business in the first place. You see it in sports when players are pointing out things to the refs and you have rampant telling when “good Samaritans” feel it is their moral obligation to report every single thing they deem “suspicious” too the police.
What the hell happened to us as a society when a full grown man cannot just confront another man and find a common understanding? Instead, we deem it necessary to act like cowards while hiding behind ” mommy’s” skirt and have somebody else do the confrontation while we are safe and as far away from the whole incident as possible. Rats are basically manipulators who use authority to help further their own personal progress.

Authority nowadays uses snitches to do all of the real work rather than making good use of their detective duties. Sherlock Holmes never used a rat, but watch any episode of The First 48 and you will soon figure out that it is the number one tool used in any investigation. The legal system is completely infested with the bastards as well, prosecutors will place them in jailhouses to gather information, then give them a free pass on all of their own transgressions as long as the rat helps get the prosecution ” their man”. If you want to see one of the biggest examples of this, read about Salvatore Gravano a.k.a Sammy The Bull, a cold blooded killer and hitman for the New York Mob whose testimony was used to put mob boss John Gotti away for life.

There have probably always been snitches in society but I can only hope it is just a passing phase that we are in where we hold them in such high regard. Rats belong in the shadows, under dumpsters and should be afraid to be exposed for the pieces of shit they really are. When I was a child, my parents had no problem punishing any of me and my brothers for tattling. On any playground as a child you will here ” never rat on a friend”, truer words were never spoken by a child.

In prison, every time something really bad happens to a snitch, I feel no grief at all. Hell, I get a little chuckle out of it and just remember not just the last time I was ratted out-but the very first time many years ago as well. If you are going to live by the sword, be very fucking careful not to fall on it! Even the most famous and well revered rats are still just rats.

John Price
DOC #716639