Music, writing, and art inspired by the Las Vegas Hardcore punk/underground music/art scene circa 80's & 90's as well as subversive musings, recordings, films, fotos, interviews, art etc. Loosely based on the zine xeroxed in the early 90's in Las Vegas, Nevada.
This
post is dedicated to Checko Salgado.Even before I met the guy I saw him as an inspirational figure and if
I’m being honest I must admit he’s always been a hero to me.We seemed to orbit near each other in
the Las Vegas underground for many years but it wasn’t until the late 90’s that
we became good friends and collaborators.It means a lot to me that he would consider me a friend.I could go on like this for hours but
if you’ve met Checko then you already know he is one in a million and you’d
have to agree his intellect, his compassion, and his smart ass demeanor has
done a lot to change the lives of everyone who surrounds him.
I
hate to make this a rush job but this will be a short post to share an amazing
find that Checko brought to my attention; namely the Schizoid- Disco In Frisco cassette demo.Schizoid was among the best of the late
80’s hardcore punk bands to be bred in the Las Vegas valley and while I've mentioned my hard on for Fuck Shit Piss, I will say that Schizoid is
certainly in the same league as FSP insofar as being musical mavericks.They veer off from the LVHC pack, and
from pop culture in general by being pioneers in the field of subversive sarcasm
long before it became an American lifestyle.It’s hard to tell if these guys are bonafide geniuses or
merely a collection of smarmy pricks.Either way this is by far the most entertaining demo I’ve come across
birthed from the Las Vegas underground.
But
it wasn’t all Checko’s idea.It
couldn’t have been as incredible a band without the inclusion of fellow
genius/asses Greg Higgins on vocals, Jason Paulucci on guitar, and Kevin
Kettell on drums.
Again, I
hate to make a rush job out ofthis post, and I hope to write more later regarding this amazing
band.But for now I’ll let the
music do the talking.This demo
will have you laughing your ass off.And it’s solid, tight late 80’s hardcore.Recorded off the board at the Gilman Street Project in
Berkeley, California in like 1988 I wanna say.
The
reason for the rush job?Guess
who’s getting back together for a reunion show?Yep.Schizoid
and several other bands from this time period are playing a one off show in Las
Vegas in a few days.So download these tunes quickly so you can hum along with these smart ass characters as
they reveal a blast from the sass.
Download Schizoid- Disco In
Frisco below
(Shit.I forgot to write down the names of some of these songs, expect song titles to follow sometime soon, or just download the whole cassette demo as two files i.e. side one and side two)
In 1996 the "ska" band from Britain known as Citizen Fish came to Las Vegas, Nevada and played a show out in the desert. I had a Hi8 camcorder at the time and I was more than happy to record portions of the event for posterity. They played with a shitload of great bands including the Lizards, the Automatics, Tedio Boys, and the Independents. I shared these video as a free download on this blog.
Last month I got an email from someone who claims to represent Citizen Fish. They claimed that they were the creators of said video and since it was their property it was my responsibility to cease and desist the sharing of their property.
Look, I got no qualms with people trying to make a living doing what they love. But this is pure comedy. I created this video and none of the other bands videotaped on that night have had their lawyers get in touch with me for allowing people to download the clips free of charge. I won't talk shit about Citizen Fish. Their mediocre music says more about who they are as opposed to any opinion I might have against the limey bastards.
I filed a counter complaint with Mediafire but since I don't have the time or inclination to fight Citizen Fish Inc. I will no longer be providing the clip of this band playing live in the deserts of Las Vegas to their adoring "fans."
Personally I never cared for Citizen Fish. I thought it was cute that they would jump on the "Ska" or at the very least "Ska-inflected" band wagon back in the 90's. More than anything they added to the shame of the 3rd wave of Ska revivalists which watered down ska to the point where you couldn't even hear the Jamaican roots anymore. Just a bunch of white boys yanking their wanking.
I won't be posting this video clip to download ever again. So don't ask. For whatever reason they didn't ask me to take down the short interview I did with their singer Dick Cheese. Or whatever the chaps name is. Pip, pip spot of tea and all that sort of duff. Although I will add that they didn't seem to fight youtube about the clip. If you are interested in viewing these shit heels go check it out here. Otherwise please spit on these douche bags if they come through your town to pick up a paycheck. Punk fuckos.
If you see this clip released by Citizen Fish in a future DVD please note that you will not see my name in the credits as the cameraman for this clip. I guess I'm the idiot for sharing this video for free to anyone interested in these goons. I could have copyrighted the material to protect myself but why would I spend the money to copyright a video from a band I could care less about. Perhaps more of my video content provided here will be pilfered and sold to unsuspecting music lovers? Let's hope the other band videos seen here will not be marketed to you dear reader in the near future. I highly doubt the other bands are of this ilk, you would think no one could be that stupid but just in case perhaps you should download as much as you can before anymore of these videos goes away?
Here's a copy of the email sent to me:
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As a result of this notice, pursuant to Section 512(c)(1)(C) of the DMCA, we have suspended access to the file.
The reason for suspension was:
I have a good faith belief that the items or materials listed below are not authorized by the above IP Owners, their agents, or the law and therefore infringe the IP Owner's rights.
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I’ve been sitting on this video for a few months but I
haven’t been motivated to put it out until now. I decided to post it tonight as a tribute to Jeff Hanneman
the guitarist for Slayer who passed away yesterday.He would have hated this and probably would have called it "gay" but who givesshit?Since his most important contribution to society (Reign) came out of
Def Jam records this is somewhat fitting.
I
will always have love for the heavymetalvomit party but my true love is hip
hop.I keep coming back to it
It always seems to be coming back to me.I’ve given up on several times.Long stretches.But I always return.It’s like that, I’m like that, leave me the hell alone if you don’t think
I’m a brother then check my chromosomes.
I
was dating this black girl years ago and she made the observation that all her
white boyfriends would recite rap lyrics like they were singing but her
black boyfriends would never do that kind of corny shit.She was probably right.
I’ll
tell you a secret.Listening to
hip hop sometimes makes me feel like being violent.In exactly the same way hardcore used to make me feel
violent.Instead of acting on that
impulse I usually channel it into dancing.Or smoking weed.Just like I did with hardcore. I have to admit that violent paranoid
feeling degrades over time.When I
first hear music of that nature it becomes a primal influence.But once I’ve heard that same song time
and time again that rush seems to fade.I still believe that hiphop can bring about that feeling.And I’ll admit hardcore still has that
ability.Thank god Slayer put out
one more solid album before it ended.I still wish they had put out one more.
Yeah
I still got love for the hardcore, grindsnore, thrash blast bullshit, but I’m
just sick of listening to white people so much.I digress.
Anyway
this whole mixed metaphor/build up leads to the reason for this post.I made this one minute video as my
first and possibly last homage to the style I love so much.Hip hop!Don’t worry I’m not kicking off my new career as a hip hop
producer.But I did all the beats,
words, and vandalism. Although the "animated" sequences were photographed on the streets of Athens, Greece when I traveled there last year. Since this video contains material that is legally questionable I will not be uploading this shit to fucking youtube.I don’t need videos of me perpetrating out there circulating. It's only available here as a
download but don't shit yourself with cyber worry it's only 60 megabites and it runs just over one minute.Maybe I’ll post it on
youtube eventually.I mean you
can’t prove shit right?
After the old man/nostalgia/memory lane video I presented in the last post I like to think of this video as more in touch with the moment being lived today. Perfectly representing where I stand as a 41 year old man.
Jeff Hanneman RIP.
The name of the short is DON'T STOP. Download it below:
I’ve
long wanted to take an art shit with the Vegas I remember as the
centerpiece.I’ve had an impulse
to go back on one of my visits and take pictures of all the nothing places I
remember.The real home I had in
there. In all the years I lived in
Las Vegas it never seemed like I lived in LAS
VEGAS.LAS VEGAS was a million miles away from my life pretty much the
whole time I lived there.
There
are still a few places in that town which haven’t changed at all over the years
and chances are good they’ll never change at this point, except maybe in
degradation as the sands eventually envelop the town.You know the spots I mean if you live there.It’s a filthy city.The daylight has always been the enemy
of that town in more ways than one.It’s a tribute to the graveyard shift lifestyle since no one has to see
the shit because everyone gets up at noon anyways.At least I did.When I look back on my time there it seems like I cut mornings out of my
schedule for over a decade once high school was done.Another tradition that my Vegas citizenship gave me.My inability to sleep before 2am.
That
place is becoming more and more a distant memory that I’ve really started to
cherish in a masochistic way.Mornings in Las Vegas.The
shivering winter mornings, and the blistering Summer ones.Dusty, barely holding on grass in the
bone dry schoolyard.Playing
football in 110˚ sunshine.All
day.The chicken wire and stucco
houses, the roach infested apartment buildings, the parking garages which
reappeared in my dreams for years.Piles of huge rocks.The
broken glass and gun shells everywhere.Apocalyptic playgrounds.We’d burn the shit to ground.That’s what the environment is for in Vegas.There’s just so much of it.Or at least there was.Now I’m a little hard pressed to find
the vacant lots or long expanses of desert within the valley.I found out if you go to the east side
there’s still a few pockets here and there.
I
lived in Vegas for over 20 years so it’ll always be under my skin.I’ll never be able to wash that dirt
off.Visits to the city have been
infrequent and mixed over the years but every time I return I feel like I never
even lived there at all.Which
doesn’t surprise me.When I lived
there I wasn’t really there.Shit
I’m barely here right now.
But
I consider myself lucky for experiencing all the shit I did while living
there.I got away with a lot and
somehow managed to survive relatively intact.It feels like no one should be able to escape that place
alive but I’m just feeding into Vegas own myth saying shit like that.Or maybe it’s just that I’m still
wondering why I’ve lived so long myself.Tearing yourself to pieces was always the favorite pastime of the Vegas
people and it’s a tradition I’m still trying to crawl out from under.
The
things I’m most obsessed with are things that don’t exist anymore in that town
and in the world at large.That’s
probably why history has become such an obsession of late.And maybe these are the things that
don’t exist in myself anymore?Innocence.Youth.Destruction for destructions sake at a moments notice.Easy answers.Deep shit.The
small time hustle.Ok maybe I
still got the connection to the small time hustle.
Anyway,
I was in Vegas in January and I wanted to make some progress on an art idea
with what little time I had, which ended up being a few hours.I hoped to find those things in my mind
which were still out there in the real world to photograph and remember.It was a chance to photograph my
memories of the places that are still around.The real places I touched one time, the places which used to
brush up against me.I went out
knowing I would never have the time or patience to find Old Ladies Cave, Hell
Town, Mr. Wuji’s house, the fucked up ditches we vandalized, or the dozens of
other rat’s nests that filled my brain, I decided to just fucking drive and
stop to take photos at whatever was fucking cool.Go art!
I’ve
always been straight up east side.So I gravitated East of Eastern stopping here and there.After a while it got to be too much
trouble so I opted to videotape my ride.These short videos are the result.There’s not much effort that went into filming this but there was some
time taken in the editing process.Maybe this is just an exercise to keep my mind occupied.I don’t know.I think it’s cool so fuck you.
I’m
not trying to impose glamour on a subject that’s obviously lacking, nor am I
trying to be ironic.This was an
active attempt to make memories “real” if capturing images digitally from a
moving vehicle can make things any more “real.”Twenty years from now maybe these vids will be memories for
some but I wonder if much can change in these neighborhoods which haven’t
changed much in thirty years time or more.
It’s
not my intention to make some social/economic/political statement here.It’s too easy read this as such and so
to me that’s boring.It’s
impossible not to divorce those thoughts from your head if you contrast this
with the usual images that come to mind when we collectively envision LAS
VEGAS.Instead I hope that I’m
helping to open up a world that has been tucked away even though it’s in plain
sight.I hope this video will help
to reintroduce viewers and creators to the beauty of the ordinary.How’s that for being fucking profound.
The
editing isn’t too complicated but some will find it annoying.Jump cuts abound, as well as
manipulation of the time and space.I’m going for a combination of reality and trickery that plays into the
unreliable nature of memories.It’s
also an homage to the hundreds of films shot in Las Vegas where the geography
is completely out of whack.
There’s no final destination
in these videos so for me the road going nowhere is dripping with anxiety.It would be easy to say there’s nowhere
to go in the middle of nowhere.But if you’ve spent anytime in Vegas you’ll believe you been somewhere special.And you’re right.There’s no pace like it in the whole
fucking world.There’s no place
like Tokyo either.No place like
Tecumseh, Missouri.No place like
Kabul.Or y’know shit like that.I know it’s hard not to but don’t get a
swelled head Vegas.
Since I’ve spent a little bit of time on this short project I
can make the observation that this video was maybe an attempt to follow the
long bus route we took going from Quanna Mcall 6th grade center back
to the far east side.Now I wish
I’d continued going down Carey Avenue to see that school as it is today.Also City View park.Damn!I wonder if that Star Trek spaceship is still there.Jesus fuck that park was ghetto.
A
soundtrack would be distracting and pointless.Yay for fucking art.Feel free to download this art below.
Clay Heximer has been a fixture of the Las Vegas
underground having served time as drummer for the Heroines, Civic Minded Five,
The Impotents, the Mapes, and I’m sure several more mediocre bands I might have
missed along the way.He’s also a
complete smart ass douche bag full of whimsy as well as other things from time to
time. Maybe I should say he's full of whiskey so you don't think I'm implying that he's full of shit. But he's full of that too.
He’s
responsible for the cassette compilation I posted here a few years ago which
unearthed some cool missing locally produced Las Vegas music which could have been lost forever
without his efforts. In some cases it should have been lost forever.I haven’t
seen the man in forever but I’ve always tolerated him.
In
case you are unawares Clay was recently diagnosed with cancer.A fund has been set up to help him with
his medical bills.If you can
please take the time to help a guy who’s been there.Go here.
I’m also including with this post a video that was made
available by Rockin’ Chris Crud.I
think Clay had a hand in digitizing this video which doesn’t surprise me.The video features Boba Fett Youth’s
and Leap Frog Society’s first show which happened at the Rainbow Caves in May
of 1994 I think?Also included
is a rockin set by Boba Fett Youth inside the Rainbow Caves as well as a set by
an early incarnation of the Heroines when they had their first singer. The video is fucking amazing in some parts and incredibly blurry is other parts but the audio is surprisingly good. Eat a cookie bitch.
I'm trying to become a better writer and this blog is an incentive to write. I can always be inspired to write about music so that's a big part of the content here. I offer my account of the underground music scene of Las Vegas, Nevada mainly from the mid 80's to the mid 90's and it's continued influence on my life. This is also a platform for my art, original films, old videos, photography and related artsy bullshit.
I grew up in Vegas. East side by El Dog. It will always be my hometown for better or worse. Currently living as a labor activist in Portland, Oregon. For better or worse.
