This record came up the other day in conversation with an old friend – it’s a fairly obscure DC hardcore 7″, the band’s only release, and he and I bought it from Ian Mackaye when Minor Threat played in Chicago on April 29th, 1983. I dug this stuff a lot back then – it fits pretty firmly in with the DC sound of the day ( I think the general tone here is quite similar to Faith’s Subject To Change ), although Jason Carmer’s heavy Telecaster switches things up a bit, as does the use of effects and atypical instrumentation. I remember thinking that Death Of A Friend was wayyyy out there, which goes to show how conservative a lot of us hardcore kids actually were.
Fun White Zombie fact : see the head in the lower right corner of the cover shot, behind the person who’s taking a picture? That’s Sean Yseult. This was a 1982 gig in Raleigh NC that she attended 2 days before moving to New York. The opener was Buckwheat’s Army, who would later become known as Corrosion Of Conformity.
01. Double-O : You’ve Lost
02. Double-O : Is It Better
03. Double-O : Grey To Black
04. Double-O : Death Of A Friend
05. Double-O : There’s No Reasoning
Don’t mind me – I just got a new lens for my camera, and this is what my week looked like.
Mid-City, New Orleans.
The kitchen at The Graveyard.
Cosimo and Gustave of She’s Still Dead.
Steamboat house, Holy Cross.
The artist Coby Cox.
Jason’s leg. What is that, a mer-kewpie? I love that.
Abandoned church, Lower Ninth Ward.
Ray of War Amps.
Zap Jones, 16 years old.
Gregory D. & Mannie Fresh : Where __ You From
So, one night during the tour when the Ramones opened for my band ( yes, that sounds strange to me too, but the fact remains ), I got to be The Pinhead, hand the Gabba Gabba Hey sign to Joey, and dance around on stage.
This is a song a friend of mine made years ago, before you could buy a laptop with GarageBand and virtual keyboards and every drum sound in the universe and whatever else, and he’s playing a real vibraphone. There’s something about it that reminds me very strongly of Los Angeles at night. The city can be positively spooky – no stars, just the distant roar of the freeway, and you remember at that moment that you’re in a desert. I haven’t been back there in years, but I probably will, soon.
Dark Brown : Stars Will Remain
Discharge : It’s No T.V. Sketch
” A Marine ‘Robinson Crusoe’ after 72 days of wandering : forced down on an air mission in the Southwest pacific, Marine Staff Sgt. Bill Coffeen of Chicago Illinois, landed at sea and then traveled from island to island, living on coconuts. Friendly natives gave him food and care. A Navy patrol plane flew him back to Guadalcanal. “