Glitterdoll – tape

glitter-doll(originally posted on the Relics 03/23/15)

I barely knew Frankie “Glitterdoll”, the sum total of our correspondence, was doing heroin together once or twice (I remember he charged me way too much for the dope, but what are you gonna do when you want to get high). Just another junkie I kinda knew…not sure if that’s what killed him, he died youngish (may he RIP), although I have no idea how old he was.  My favorite junkie at that time was a guy named Choad, who, sure enough, died young too. Frankie had this friend, if I remember right, her name was Laura, I knew her kinda, before she got into junk, a real looker, model pretty. After a few months of that shit, she turned into a legit junkie too, go figure, and looked like living hell (don’t know whatever happened to her, hopefully not the same fate as the Glitterdoll). So anyway, on the Humboldt Punk Facebook page, off and on over the last couple of years, people have been posting photos (thanx to the person who supplied the above photo and apologies for not giving credit to that mystery person), making comments, memorializing/idolizing him. That’s where I found out he played music and if you know me, my interest was immediately piqued, curious as hell as to what this immortal band must sound like. Found out there was some tape floating around of his music and it took me a couple of years before I could pick up a copy, (almost picked up a copy from an old Humboldt head, who’s now all cleaned up and shiny, God bless him, Milton), and then from right under my nose, my Bro Ed came through with a digital copy. Got the mp3s and my first impression was, I was impressed. Sloppy, snotty, smart-assed, stupid…great shit. That early punk vibe, meaninglessly meaningful, they remind me of a very raw Flipper mixed with the Butthole Surfers, but a lot less talented. Think bad acid, the pleasant kind. You can almost visualize the room this was recorded in, I doubt it was a proper studio, more of the type of place that had a floor covered with a mix of blood, shit, vomit, cum, broken bottles, empty cans, used needles. Junkie jam music of the finest caliber…

HERE (choose the “slow download” button)…or listen…

EDIT: …and then, almost five years after this post was written, I get an email from a Delta O’ Hara, who knew Frankie.  She corrected me on a few things, like Laura being his “girlfriend”, but of course, that was not the case (I fixed that in my little deal up there).  This brought back a lot of memories for me about this period of time (’92, give or take).  I wanted to set the record straight here and point out that I was no better or worse than the Glitterdoll (or Choad), I just survived.  During this period, I wasn’t hooked on heroin as much I just loved the needle and shooting up whatever I could.  I was a grower at the time with a very close friend of mine (who shall remain unnamed) and we had a friend who was a pharmacist, that just so happened to be a stoner.  Uh oh, trouble right…fucking eh, a match made in heaven.  We traded weed for pharmaceuticals and the party was raging beyond control at that point.  I don’t even remember all the names of the shit I would put in my veins (the one I do remember is morphine sulfate…DO NOT shoot up morphine sulphate).   Anyway, Delta was kind enough to share something wonderful she had written about Frankie over two decades ago and has given me permission to share it with y’all…

Glitterdoll (Rockstar)

He lived above El Trebol. The noise never bothered him. Today he woke up into a hangover, took his Lithium, did half a line of speed and stepped out to get coffee and catfood. It was Saturday, a beautiful day, heavenly. He stopped to write his name in some wet cement. There were a lot of important things to do today; he felt extremely happy. Last night his band played a gig at the Chameleon and all his friends had been there, cheering, watching as he goose-stepped in a black negligee. He had felt loved; to him, the most important thing. Glitterdoll was ready for fame. He’d been ready all his life. Often he imagined himself being interviewed on TV, riding in limousines, trashing expensive hotel rooms, accepting the uninhibited advances of sex crazed young boys. Again and again he relived the evening in his mind. The performance had been constantly interrupted by wailing feedback, and one of the amps had blown up. The guitarist had kept stopping to retune his guitar, and when the audience began throwing beer cans the proprietor had stopped the show prematurely. But all that Glitterdoll remembered was adoration. He walked on through the lower Mission, his thoughts shifting and changing shape. Six feet tall, he had a shaved head and wore steel toed suede boots, a death’s head T-shirt, studded wristbands and several strings of yellow and pink popper beads that swung gaily about his neck as he passed a group pf homeboys on a stoop, all of whose eyes tracked him balefully. He paused and flashed them a winsome rotten toothed smile. “Hello darlings – lovely day for faggots, isn’t it?”_
At some point in the not too distant future his purple suede boots would come to contrast sadly with his Kaposi’s sarcoma. He never would get a T cell count; and despite extravagant plans to the contrary, he would end his life in diapers.
But today he felt so happy, he felt like he could fly to the moon. Later on he would tie a balloon to his cat Leon’s tail, to punish him for eating his pot plants. Then maybe after that he’d go downtown to see the shops, and all the expensive things that he didn’t want to buy. The honchos on the stoop made derogatory comments about him after he’d passed, but not quite loudly enough to force him to go back and deal with them. Continuing on his way he blithely entertained visions of future glory, humming to himself the while, ‘A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody’.   Delta O’ Hara copyright 1997

Fire Demons

Have you noticed I figured out how to embed videos lately?  It adds a little bit of an extra dimension to the posts (yes or no?).  I thought the above video was good for a laugh or two (so watch it!).

Fire Demons my logo
One of my good bro Jeff’s many bands here for you.  If you like it heavy then this is the shit for you, but then again I’ve liked every band Jeff has ever been in going way back to the band we played together in, Grout.  Do a search here and you can find some of his guitar work (he plays drums in FD) under Grout or the Hitch.  If you dig what’s going on here with the Fire Demons, be sure to check out their site here, http://www.myspace.com/thefiredemons .  All I have is the taste that he has given me, but it’s enough to remind you that Humboldt County California is not just good for the best weed in the world.  Serious hard, doomy rock. I did some searching around and found they have a page at the awesome Humboldt Music page here, Humboldt Music .  You can also check them out here, High Grade Rock .  Thanx Jeff!!!

EDIT:  Here it is 11/09/2019 (in the wee hours of the morning) and I’m back to this post because I saw that it got a hit from the outside world and took a look and it was totally jacked up by the switch from a rented server to the WordPress familia…sad!  This originally aired her at the Relics on 10/02/2008. That first introductory video is original, everything else needed some wrenching, so I decided to turn this into THE Fire Demons post! I did want to add that Jeff and I have been doing old style phone conversations lately and I’ve really enjoyed this occasional pal activity in my life, got a mountain of respect for Mr. Jeff Langdon (a true Mustard Relic)!

This here’s the demo they did…

Take out the Trash
Battlehog
Ogre Breath
The Child
Mommy’s on the Rag
Pick Up Truck
Daddy Doodies
In This society

This’n here is live at Hell’s Kitchen in Tacoma, Washington…

interlude
Big Loaf Man
This Job Sucks
Cape
In This Society
Dented
Bad Move
Pirate Radio

This vid was done by a genius pal of the band, Bob Giltzow…

And a “vid” I uploaded back in 2013 of my fave Fire Demons tune…

Finally, the original of that tune from none other than the Leftoverking himself…

take those problems far far away from me…far far away

Some pals of mine rockin it out a couple weeks ago up in Humboldt County…not sure who the Swedish lookin guy is blocking Jeff but he’s got the groove and knows how to support a good band (as I watch from the back of the room…hahahah)…GoAways.

One of the comments on the vid below…”I play this song driving the city streets in Chicago…people start dancing when they hear this!! How can you NOT stand up and dance to this!??? :)))) Wow!!!” Omar is the Emperor of Syrian wedding singers and the dude on the keys is an absolute beast. You will thoroughly enjoy this if you are a music lover, even more so the musicianship should impress anybody who has picked up an instrument but if you’re not open to the beauty that can be found in parts of the Islamic world…well, I can’t help ya then

not dumb areaNot saying I’m some kind of genius, but damn it there are some people that lack common sense in this world, and they’re breathing the same air I am. To say education is important, is such an understatement because it gets into the fabric of the machine in which we’re stuck, unless we educate ourselves (and even then we’re probably just fooling ourselves when we think we can live outside the machine). Do they even teach critical thinking anymore…a little logic goes a long way, you know.  Stacks of snakes in tubes right Shawn?  Or how about ethics, do they teach that any more…we can’t even treat other human being with decency. Makes me think of Frank Zappa’s Dumb All Over (which I may have posted before, but now’s as good a time as any for some regurgitation)…
Whoever we are
Wherever we’re from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It’s gonna take a lot more
Than tryin’ to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether
They call it THE EARTH
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
‘Cause we behave the same…
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near’n far
Dumb all over
Black ‘n white
People, we is not wrapped tight
Nerds on the left
Nerds on the right
Religious fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin’ the Bible
Tells the story
Makes the details
Sound real gory
‘Bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don’t believe in the book
We got over here
You can’t run a race
Without no feet
‘N pretty soon
There won’t be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religious fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(I mean it won’t blow up
‘N disappear
It’ll just look ugly
For a thousand years…)
You can’t run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Of ancient date
Designed to make
You all feel great
While you fold, spindle
And mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state
TO ARMS! TO ARMS!
Hooray! That’s great
Two legs ain’t bad
Unless there’s a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (Get down!)
Not his, not hers (but what the hey?)
The Good Book says:
“It’s gotta be that way!”
But their book says:
“REVENGE THE CRUSADES. . .
With whips ‘n chains
‘N hand grenades. . .”
TWO ARMS? TWO ARMS?
Have another and another
Our Cod says:
“There ain’t no other!”
Our Cod says
“It’s all okay!”
Our God says “This is the way!”
It says in the book:
“Burn ‘n destroy. ..
‘N repent, ‘n redeem
‘N revenge, ‘n deploy
‘N rumble thee forth
To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
‘Cause they don’t go for what’s in the book
‘N that makes ’em BAD
So verily we must choppeth them up
And stompeth them down
Or rent a nice French bomb
To poof them out of existence
While leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use again
For temples in which to praise OURGOD
(“Cause he can really take care of business!”)
And when his humble TV servant
With humble white hair
And humble glasses
And a nice brown suit
And maybe a blonde wife who takes phone calls
Tells us our God says
It’s okay to do this stuff
Then we gotta do it,
‘Cause if we don’t do it,
We ain’t gwine up to hebbin!
(Depending on which book you’re using at the time…
Can’t use theirs. . .it don’t work . . .it’s all lies…Gotta use mine…)
Ain’t that right?
That’s what they say
Every night…
Everyday. ..
Hey, we can’t really be dumb
If we’re just following
God’s Orders
Hey, let’s get serious…
God knows what he’s doin’
He wrote this book here
An’the book says:
He made us all to be just like Him,”
so…
If we’re dumb…
Then God is dumb…
(An’ maybe even a little ugly on the side)

Plague Dogs 2Name that flick!

Was thinking I hadn’t made an animated GIF in a minute and this was the first flick to use that came to mind.  I love my dogs (“Dags? D’ya like dags?” name that flick…ANSWER) and being loved, it’s amazing how much they’re a part of my life. We have three at the moment, it’s almost been four several times but that’s just too much. Like kids is what they’re commonly compared to and I suppose that works in general, but I like to think of them as more like a sunrise and a sunset. Below is a recent pic of my Son Liam with his dog Babs and his new ride…
2019-02 Liam and Babs

Not sure what made me end up with finding this tune but it’s a 1972 Seattle scorcher, some call them proto-grunge. I’d be interested in someone’s opinion on that, they’re definitely proto-something…

JPGFirst off wanted to thank a former Humboldt County resident, Nate for sending me off on a JPG tangent.  I’m not just a mp3 collector, I do have several thousand records, cassettes and CDs, I do support the bands, but when there is no other option sometimes all that exists is digital.  In fact, I am not a fan of digital only releases, but I guess whatever puts some money in an artist’s pocket is a good thing (cuz after all don’t we all just want to be able to support ourselves through our art…note, I have no artistic skills).  I had posted on the Humboldt Punk page that I was looking to make a compilation of as many punk(ish) bands as possible from that region over the last 40+ years.  Nate was the only one who came to my aid and thanx to his 2000s additions the number of bands is up to 113.  Among the bands/folks he blew me away with, damn there was some good shit during that era (hopefully posting soon), is JPG.  This guy is the bomb when it comes to his special brand of electronic/rap/something or other.  No matter what you stamp it, it’s highly original/unusual.  Not sure if he did all the producing or what the deal is (Nate did say it was not well received at first up there), but I’ve had this song stuck in my head off and on for a couple of weeks now (dig it or don’t)…

JPG - No Social Skillz

Beautiful Losers – Folsom Prison Blues

This world can be ugly enough without fools voluntarily making it uglier. I get it, I go there sometimes, but for some people it’s like their pride and joy to vomit on someone…fucking everyone. And man this world is getting uglier all the time, there’s no hope. I find something ironic in Google’s definitions of “humanity”…
1 : compassionate, sympathetic, or generous behavior or disposition : the quality or state of being humane
bespeaking humanity for the enemy in the midst of a bloody struggle —C. G. Bowers
2 a : the quality or state of being human joined together by their common humanity
b humanities plural : human attributes or qualities
his work has the ripeness of the 18th century, and its rough humanities —Pamela H. Johnson
3 humanities plural : the branches of learning (such as philosophy, arts, or languages) that investigate human constructs (see 2construct 1a) and concerns as opposed to natural processes (as in physics or chemistry) and social relations (as in anthropology or economics)
4 : the totality of human beings : the human race : humankind
My buddy Siegle Irby (best man at my second wedding) took this picture a couple nights ago. Somethin’ as simple as this gives me hope, a spectacular picture of a NoWhere Kansas moon rise, taken by a wonderful human being. There is hope…

Sitting on this one for ages, in fact so long the band is now defunct, One of Jeffe’s many projects over the years I have known him, this time around on drums. You can’t go wrong with a JR cover. They had a lot more songs too which were very diggable as well (Jeffe hooked me up), but no web presence that I could find, it’s a shame they no longer exist…

Garden Weasel – Smerb (5″ flexi postcard)

The one year anniversary of my Mom’s passing. Hopin’ that along with some disappointments, I made her proud too. This was from the last recording session we did, in ’92. The only recording we ever did that I kinda like the vocals and in my opinion this song nails it!

Red flame
Green flower
Psychedelic
Fucking power

Coming from the dirt
Who does it hurt
The mellow criminal
Is not a cannibal
No death is dealt
No hate is felt
The wrong is right
Like a green light

Numb body
Mellow mood
Glutton hungry
Fucking food

Coming from the dirt
Who does it hurt
The mellow criminal
Is not a cannibal
No death is dealt
No hate is felt
The wrong is right
Like a green light
it sez go…to…

A place that’s real
Where you can feel
A burden released
Need no red lights
Block cannabis rights
It can’t be policed

Back watching
Eye popper
Behind bars
Fucking copper
Dim Future
Sleepy head
Good citizen
Fucking dead

Coming from the dirt
Who does it hurt
The mellow criminal
Is not a cannibal
No death is dealt
No hate is felt
The wrong is right
Like a green light