SLC punk has nothing on Siouxicide City Iowa (also known as Sewer City). Last night had great run in with a punk legend in these parts as well as others, long-lost cracker of my ribs in high school in the mosh pit, Pete Phillips, who actually was playing at CBGBs around the time of the Hookerball 2. Apparantly, the Jackie crowd left quite an impression on him. And this is no small feat!
Saw four amazing acts last night, and forgot just how talented these kids are out here. white soul I think you could call it. The best, was a rather 300 pound 16-year old screaming about how hungry he was in front of a big sign with the pledge of allegience on it. And all the others screaming and pleading on hands and knees for him to remove his shirt. I think I have a picture coming, if not, I may have to reevaluate my stance on drawing outies.
Anyhow, this trip creatively is gettting me tremendously riled to produce some great f'ing art, hope you can handle it when i get back because I'm letting it loose New Year's at Hooker Ball 4!
The punks, to whom I gave one of my last flyers to, placed it (and it alone on the entrance table) in some sort of worshipful and respectful act of something cool having found it's way here of all places.
The underground may be critical to New York subversives, but just the idea of it, a reason to live for those who've never seen it, but know it exists somewhere, or elsewhere.