T.P.U. demo and 7"

      I chanced upon this blog purported to highlight the Arizona hardcore punk scene.  I recommend giving it a look see. I found the Plain Wrap record there which was a phenomenal score.  Upon further inspection I found this T.P.U. 7" and the T.P.U. demo available to download which came as a real surprise.  The closer I look the more I see this blog isn't isolated to just Arizona music.  It's cool.  Their heart's in the right place.

      I have a vague recollection of T.P.U. and it mostly centers on the Hardcore show which aired on 91.5 KUNV in the late 80's.  I recorded this record off the radio and I guess I listened to it more than I thought as these songs were instantly recognizable.  

      Even as a teenager I remember thinking the lyrics were retarded.  Still it holds together at least as much the other dumb ass bands featured on this blog.  They lose points for the Skrewdriver shirt and white headband the bass player's wearing but they make up for it by prominently featuring the water heater in the background of the cover photo.

      I'm limited in what I can add here.  I knew of Amoeba, the guy with the Skrewdriver shirt, from hanging around the drinkin/druggin punk scene back then.  But I only knew him on the surface much like the rest of the scene I was hanging around.  If I wasn't drunk, stoned, or wacked out on acid or pcp  I was actively trying to score those drugs so I  have a hard time remembering names.  I don't know the other people in this band.  Or maybe I do?  The End.  

     Couldn't tell you what T.P.U. stands for and I don't think I ever saw them play live although I might've been trippin while they were playing right in front of me.  

     Lyrically I thought they were dopes but hindsight makes the delivery of most if not all these songs seem tongue in cheek.  Although maybe they really are idiots?  The music is infectious and it really puts me back to when I was stupider and eaily amused although not so easily lead astray.  I first heard these songs at a time when I was desperate to hear punk music of any flavor.  I was eagar to lap up anything that could be construed as punk at that time as it wasn't the easiest thing to find.  Turns out I played the recording of this 7"over and over again even if it was ridiculously stupid.  Sample lyric: "It's the best feeling you can ever get/ kickin peoples asses and gettin away with it/ ha ha ha ha! Anarchy!"

     That's some retarded bullshit right there but you can dance to it which was enough for me, for a little while anyway.  Back then I thought the song Desert Party was called Stag Party which made me think it was the dumbest macho song I'd ever heard in my life.  It still comes across as Frat Rock but now that I know what the real title is I feel a little more connected to it.  I hear a slight English punk influence here.  Lot's of buzzsaw guitars ala GBH/Vice Squad/Varukers or any of that spikey punk and disorderly shit that came out of the UK in the early 80's.  Yep I had punk hair.  I dyed it black.  I smoked.  

    The record has a lot of personality.  I'm seriously diggin it.  Obnoxious punk crap that was a precursor in some ways to the snotty sound FYP was throwing down in the mid 90's.  Shit, I almost hear a little Celtic Frost or Hellhammer sound in there as well but it's probably just them buzzsaw guitars making me think that way because no one would mistake this for Metal.  Reminds me a little bit of the band Filth who were gigging in the East Bay around the same time or even Grimple who would be coming down the pike a few years later.  I'm not saying T.P.U. was as good as the above mentioned bands but if you're at all familiar with any of the names mentioned above then you'll probably like this record.  The jokes about Reagan make this a must have for 80's Hardcore purists.  If such a thing exists.      

     The record came out in 1988, and seriously?  Only 100 copies pressed?  That seems like a waste but maybe records were cheaper to press back then?  I saw this record for sale at the Underground and didn't buy a copy because I knew I had it recorded on tape at home.  I won that round!  Released by Chapter III Records in Arizona in 1988.  At that time I was a junior at Eldorado High School.  I lived across the street from the entrance to EHS at 1114 Linn Lane.  My front lawn was the smoking section.  That was a lifetime ago.  

     I'm glad I stumbled onto this little hardcore side note.  I didn't think I was as much of a fan as I am.  Go figure.  It's still dumber than dirt.  But hey- all we had back then was dirt.   

     Learn more from the AZ blog, it's worth checking out, plus you can find out more about Plain Wrap who are keeping me in stitches these days now that I found their whole record.  The T.P.U. demo is included in the download as well.  The links below are to download direct from that blog.  If it doesn't work for you let me know I'll try and upload the files I got.  

Download T.P.U. Noise 7"
Download T.P.U Demo tape

From the horse's mouth T.P.U.'s myspace page.

Rock Avenue

          I’ve come damn close to starting a new project to make a KUNV Rock Avenue music mix but I've held back because it reminds me of the time I was tempted to write a book about the differences between Punk and Metal.  It occurred to me that someone’s gonna write that book eventually so why not wait for them to do it so I can just enjoy reading it without the years of hard work that would go into making such a book.

            Within two years of having that idea this punk/metal book did come out just like I figured and I had the pleasure of kickin back and reading it with a critical eye.  I'm glad to know the future of academia will eventually be dumbed down to the point of where it's the kinda shit people have talked about in bars for years.

         Maybe someday I’ll make that mix.  I mean if I wait for someone else to do it they won’t do it to my satisfaction anyway.  Right?

            In case you’re out of the loop I should mention the Rock Avenue was a program on the college radio station broadcasting in Las Vegas, NV that ran from the mid 80’s through most of the 90’s.   It happened from the late afternoon until about midnight when they would switch to specialty shows like the Hardcore, Metal, or Hip Hop.  Pre-internet this was the only way Las Vegas could learn about the dynamic world of music happening outside the valley.  I think the Rock Avenue is partially responsible for my obsession with hearing new music several times a week. 

           It’s astounding how important a lifeline the Rock Avenue was for those of us who needed that music fix.  It was a huge world of art, culture, politics, ideas and emotion that played out like friends sharing secrets on the phone.  If you were clued in enough to dial in you could discover lost continents of pop that no one else could ever believe.  While the world around me droned on with their Night Ranger or Duran Duran I could stumble into the violent melody of Husker Du or the psychodelic mindfuck of Sonic Youth.  I was a huge fan of Iron Maiden, still am, but this was around the time Seventh Son of A Seventh Son came out and that shit sucked.  I was trying to figure out what the fuck punk was about in 1986 and it was being roasted every night alongside the alien sounds of Echo and the Bunnymen, Eric B and Rakim, Lords of the New Church, New Order, the Cult and many more I'll never be able to remember.  It was unchartered territory and it couldn’t have been more welcome.     

          There weren’t a whole lot of outlets back then.  We received music and culture like a hamster sipping at an upside down water bottle in a cage of mundane bullshit.  It was a trickle and I absorbed it and worshipped any of it I could cram into my psyche.   It was an antidote to mediocrity which seemed to get more and more prevalent and even poisonous as I got older.  It was precious and rare because I had to work to find it.    Not like it was all gold but when I’d capture it on tape I could spend hours pouring over it to find the sounds that really spoke to me. 

           Probably the best part was the complete lack of regard for genre that some DJ’s would have.  It was cutting edge to hear hip hop tracks being played alongside guitar rock followed closely by synth pop.  But the Rock Avenue was rarely limited to just those types of music.  All sorts of strange hybrids of music seemed to swirl around the Rock Avenue playlist and you could never tell what was coming next.  The eclectic nature of Rock Avenue was ballsy and sometimes challenging to me.  No commercial radio station would dare to pull such stunts.  Ironically enough the other bullshit radio stations in town would eventually follow KUNV's lead.  There were tiny hints that the Rock Avenue would and could change the cultural landscape.  As timid as it seems today it was a real coup to hear West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys on 98.5 KLUC after it was completely played out of KUNV for well over a year.  

          Today it’s at our fingertips at the press of an ibutton and I couldn’t be happier but there’s no denying we lose something without the human element.   I have access to every obscurity ever conceived and I’ve got a steady stream of music that can go on into infinity so long as I've got the hard drive space.  What was once a trickle is now a raging river of music in which I can drown.  It’s a mixed blessing.  Technology has democratized the music industry but it’s also cheapened that exhilarating moment of discovery now that it's everywhere all at once.  What was once precious and rare has now been multiplied a million fold.  It's not nearly as big a treasure as it was when it was just a kid staying up late with a tape deck and a radio signal.  

          Perhaps the most important aspect of KUNV was the fact that it was broadcast to the whole community.  So everyone was plugged into the same signal.  It gave a focus to the community and made me feel connected with the community.  Even if I was mostly just listening for the announcement of upcoming shows.  Now that there is a unending horizon of niche outlets for every musical taste there is no longer a central meeting place where the community can all meet up to hear the same message.  It's remarkable how powerful that central meet up spot tends to be huh?  Then again that's always been a problem with Vegas.  A problem that may never be resolved?     

        I'll never bitch about having access to a huge gaping world of musical shit like I do now.  I never want to go back to the tiny umbilical cord that KUNV represented but I’m glad I was able to live in a time when those cassette tapes recorded off the airwaves were the whole world to me.  It was a special moment in my life that I will always treasure.  I always loved Iron Maiden and Judas Priest, still do, but man does not live on bread alone.  

       I think my idea for a Rock Avenue mix would still be very guitar heavy.  I can't believe how hooked I am on that shitty 80's production style!  Reverb that goes on for days.  Drums recorded in a pit three miles away from the rest of the band.  It's good shit.  I'm still discovering all the wacky 80's bands who were trying to amp up that 60's sound.  I love bands from the 80's who ripped off the Byrds!   


       I still dig the hip hop from that time period as well.   Hip hop was still finding out what it was as a genre.  When it finally solidified it became a turd in many regards but that early experimental sound is still exciting to me now.  Those experiments that keep me on edge.  Shit that tries to be different with no regard for convention.  I know it when I hear it.  And I heard it first on the Avenue.  

           

        I tried reaching out to people on Facebook looking for old cassettes from that time period.  It’s been a fruitless endeavor and I don’t see much promise on the horizon.  I was looking mainly for station ID’s, the Rock Calendar, or other local announcements.  I was thinking it would be a fun project to add those elements to the mix.  I still think it'd be fun I'm just hoping someone else will do it.  Or maybe I should just get Pandora?  

       Here's a present for those of you who might've appreciated and loved the Rock Avenue as much as I did.  

You will be very glad you clicked here.

Best of Rebuilding Paradise

     Rebuilding Paradise was a zine I published (Xeroxed) from the early to mid 90’s.  It was a rudimentary zine that was fairly typical for the time period.   It consisted of a few observational essays, some bad poetry, some graphic manipulation, you know shit like that. 

     I made roughly 3 issues, the fourth issue was tiny and I numbered it 3.5.  I always expected to put out more but I never got around to it.  I was proud of what I made back then especially issue three but as I scanned these images I got to look more closely at the “product” and most of it just sucked.

     It was similar to looking at old issues of Keep Laughing.  In all honesty KL mostly sucked aside from the great cover art done by Greg Telles.  It was a good zine because it had dozens of contributors each with their own style and thing to say.  Just like the original Keep Laughing zine, Rebuilding Paradise had some moments of brilliance and a whole lot of filler.  But it's still worth remembering.  

     There's some good shit in there but I've decided to only post a "best of" Rebuilding Paradise.  Some of that shit is too corny to put out in public.  The writing is naive, badly proofread, and rather juvenile.  My writing has grown by leaps and bounds since then.  I like to think.  Still the graphics are somewhat entertaining and I was lucky to have contributors who were also good friends.

     I wrote an extensive article about the death of the LVHC scene from my perspective focusing on the bullshit divide and conquer scenario of anti-nazis versus the nazis.  I should have included that here but it's somewhat laughable in retrospect.  I did a ridiculous write up about why "Industrial Music" sucks.    As you can imagine it's really dated.  I have included the interview I did with Catapult because it's bordering on funny and they were a bunch of nice guys.  

     Anyway.  The scanner at the Independent Publishers Resource Center did no justice to the numerous photos included in this issue.  Maybe I'll try and scan them again some other day?  

Contributed by Shannon Hennesee

Contributed by Ryland Luss

Catapult interview #1

Catapult interview #2

Catapult interview #3

Contributed by Bobby Klepper

    I'm still convinced that anything we produce that puts a spotlight on our own lives is extremely valuable.  It's such a rare thing to read about the world we share together a world that almost no one else knows about.  Be it obscure music we both experienced, the desert and it's expanse, even the trash, the drugs, and the awful horrible memories we thought we'd never forget.  It's not something we can find anywhere but within yourself.   How odd to think how fragile and transient memories can be.  It is valuable.  It is worth the effort to record these things we hold dearest to our heart and to find new things that are equally as valuable.  Maybe people in the future will understand and learn by our example.  Or maybe they will be baffled that we would give a shit about such mundane bullshit?   

     Almost 98% of the messages we see in our lifetime are useless commercial messages which do more to distract and divide us.  Any expression created outside that framework is an important counter point to the bullshit we see perpetrated everyday.  The fact that such expression exists at all is contrary to the stream of manipulation that bogs down our lives.  It is important.  Even if it's moronic.  But let's be reasonable.  If you are going to take the time to express yourself be thoughtful.  Be intelligent.  Most importantly be truthful.  If you can't be any of those and you can only be moronic at least be funny.  And TRUTHFUL.    

    The following drawings (comics?) I made as a contribution to a zine in 1998 that never got published.  In fact I submitted these drawrings to three separate zines which never materialized.  The flake factor in zineland is on par with the flake factor in any other art medium.  Hovering at about 75%.  Here are my moronic ramblings finally exposed to public scrutiny.  Maybe it's a good thing they never got published?

Back cover of Issue 3

    The scanner I was using wasn't so great so I didn't include the photographs from this issue which is a shame because there are some really good ones.  If I can find the original master of this issue I'll try and scan those pics from desert shows, house parties, shit like that.  

More Part-Time Whore Shit

      Surprise!  More Part-Time Whore stuff.   This post is mainly flyers and random shit that related to the band Part-Time Whore.  OK.  This might be the last of the stuff in my collection but if I end up posting more shit you won’t get pissed off at me will you?

     The photos included here are the only photographs I’ve ever seen of PTW.   The sepia toned photos were taken by Checko during a Halloween show.  I was dressed as Harpo Marx and I can only speak for myself.   I don’t remember who gave me the color photos included below.  Thanks to whoever deserves it.  Not sure why there are no color photos of Judd in this collection.

      After we pressed the album we were convinced we would never be able to get rid of all 500.  Last time I checked I noticed I’ve got about 10-15 left at my folks house.  We did a lot of trades with other bands and labels and we later started a modest distro of our own filling it up with trades from other bands and labels.  Here’s a letter from Jello Biafra of Alternative Tenacles.  He traded a couple of his records for ours which was mighty white of him!

       Dierdre Luzwick let us use some of her artwork on the inner sleeve of the record.  Here is the letter she sent in response to receiving the record upon it's completion.  Her art is amazing and she comes across as a real, soulful, person.  She should be more well known than she is.  Thankfully she has embraced the internet and you can view her work online for free.  Go here and be amazed.  Miss Luzwick and Mr. Biafra both sent hand typed letters using manual typewriters.  That might be where their similarities end.  

     This was a fun benefit show we played for Food Not Bombs Las Vegas.  Bunko Squad was awesome.  I never heard from them again.  They appeared to be a high school ska band replete with crazy looking skinheads dancing along to their set.  

     Once again thank you to the Independent Publishers Resource Center in PDX for the use of their scanner.  There may be more Part-Time Whore stuff coming.  I can never tell what's coming down the pike. 

     Oh yeah I found the original lyric sheet for the PTW demo.