Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The future of Punker Bob


First off, I would like to thank everyone for reading and supporting this book/blog project. I have enjoyed the discipline of making drawings and posting a new story each week during the past six months.

I do have some big news to share. This project will be turned into a physical book and set to be released in the summer of 2015. Punk historian, professor, and author David Ensminger (Left Of The Dial: Conversations With Punk Icons and Visual Vitriol: The Street Art and Subcultures of the Punk and Hardcore Generation) has tentatively agreed to be the editor. Our very own Sonny Kay (Angel Hair/VSS/GSL Records) has agreed to be the aesthetic director and design the layout. I greatly admire both David’s and Sonny’s work and feel honored by their willingness to be part of this project.   

At the moment, I’m not sure if there will be a fundraiser campaign for the project, that is something to be decided by the end of summer. Here is the timeline.

December 2014: Complete art and writing
Spring 2015: Editing and Layout
Summer 2015: Book release in Denver

I will be returning home to Denver this summer to visit family, reconnect with friends, and conduct interviews and research for this project. If you have some old photographs, fliers or have a story to share, I would very much like to speak with you. You can contact me by clicking here.

With that all said, Punk Bob will be taking a break and will return in early August with a batch of fresh writings and artwork.

See you in Denver. 

Work in progress.
Work in progress.  
Figuring out the Denver Punk band family tree.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Thoughts on the growth and split of the Denver punk scene


Coming to terms with change. 

My friend Chris Shary showed me a photograph a few years ago from when the school he teaches at had a “Dress as your culture day.” I believe he wore a band shirt, and sported a dyed Mohawk. His rational was that punk was his culture. His visual statement and articulation for doing so made a lot of sense to me. I had grown up bi-cultural with one foot in my Mexican-American heritage and the other in the suburban Denver landscape. I struggled fitting neatly into either. When I was turned on to punk, it felt like an easy blend. The music and aesthetics were immediately appealing.

When I first got into punk/hardcore scene in Denver it was a welcoming and comfortable environment where most people seemed to get along. The scene seemed to be made up of creative minds that were dissatisfied with the current state of popular music, art, and culture. It was as if their natural inclination was to seek out, explore, and experiment with sights and sounds that broke from popular established norms. This approach to making art and music produced sights and sounds that were wide and varied. The act of pushing the margins challenged the conventional boundaries; people didn’t subscribe to one set of ideas or principles of what punk should look and sound like. It was typical to see the same people at both hardcore punk and experimental/industrial/noise shows. If an event was all-ages, it was common to see a variety of age groups, from young teens to middle-aged adults mingling in the same space. It was truly a unique time to be involved with and exposed to this type of underground movement. The setting was prime for someone like me to be mentored by elders. They paved the way and gave us the tools and knowledge to later forge our own adventures and expand a scene that they helped create. The do-it-yourself ethic was instilled in me at a very early age through the simple process of observing and interacting; just being there taught me about life and people, something that lacked in my formal schooling.

Rok Tots circa 1980 at Malfunction Junction. Original photo by Joe Hughes. Brush and Ink drawing by: Bob Rob Medina. 
Punk by nature is a somewhat angry and aggressive form of expression. I wouldn’t categorize it as violent, though unfortunately the Denver scene and others across the country were plagued with that element. I would argue that by 1983, the scene grew as shows became more frequent. The growth is partially due to suburban kids discovering punk through friends and the portrayal of the movement in the media. As I stated in an earlier post, punks had been historically depicted on primetime television as negative antagonists. To a bored or an outcast teen, the punk identity can validate and feed into the natural urge to rebel. It could be argued that, like greasers in the 1950’s, punk eventually transformed into a ready-made identity, easily consumable for someone who lacked one. One of the main rationales for why kids drift into a movement like punk is that it is a way of differentiating oneself from the masses that clutter the halls of public school setting. Here lies the problem of misinterpretation; punk was really more of an attitude and a reaction to the mainstream and not so much a look. These misconceptions by the media of how punks were supposed to look and act ushered in the negative and violent elements.     

Phil Bender of the Pirate Art Gallery was always kind enough to fuse music along with visual and performance art. Flier source: Trash Is Truth
As the scene grew, the variety of personalities and opinions of what loosely defined punk was challenged and altered. Some people got into the movement as a form of self-expression while others sought to piss off parents, teachers and society at-large. In the fall of 1983 punk was becoming more of a visual spectacle. Larger shows such and Black Flag, the Circle Jerks, and X at the Rainbow Music Hall were attracting large masses, many which got their cues from the media. Violence started to infiltrate the scene and become more commonplace at shows. Several newbies had a jock-like mentality, entering the dancing pit shoving and punching. One of the reactions to rid a dance floor of these outsiders was when Jeff and Shawn initially took it upon themselves to lay into them as a way to preserve our scene. Ironically, they would be the founding members of a small group of friends who would later call themselves Denver Skins.

Mike Serviolo and Johnny Meggit circa 1983. I like that the two are young and sport different clothes and hair styles compared with other audience members. Original photo by Joe Hughes. Brush and Ink drawing by: Bob Rob Medina. 
By 1984, the original scene was beginning to splinter as subgroups and cliques were forming. The umbrella that was once inclusive was being partitioned and redefined. As a natural order of things, members from the first wave of hardcore/thrash bands started to outgrow and expand their musical horizons as they became more proficient at their instruments. Bands started to explore, experiment and fuse other influences outside the punk confines. To be honest, there is only so far a style of music can be taken. In interviewing musicians from that time period, most stated that playing hardcore for a couple of years was becoming stale. Most groups seldom lasted a year and change. Bands were breaking-up, trading members and embarking on new musical horizons. Despite the change in musical directions, as a whole, band members retained their underground, anti-rock star stance and committed themselves to making music for the sake of music on their terms.

New bands were cropping up, the scene was changing and yet the sense of unity and Colorado pride was ever present. If felt like Denver was a bastard child in the scope of a national movement. Denver seldom received respect and was often skipped over by touring bands in the early years. Local bands relied on each other for exposure and support. It was typical for groups like ASF and Happy World to give shout-outs to other Denver bands on their record lyric-sheet inserts. It fostered a real sense of community that most bands were willing to help each other out despite political leanings and stylistic differences. This sort of gesture of promoting friends and helping others had a huge impact on how I would later operate promoting shows and releasing music.  

As groups were expanding their musical endeavors, new bands forming and a fledgling new crop of kids discovering punk, distinctive music styles were being established. Bands like the Frantix and White Trash were a more guitar driven. The two bands later merged and became Madhouse and later The Fluid. The members still embraced the punk attitude and ethic, while the music became more accessible and rightly so. The Fluid played with conviction and kicked some serious ass. Happy World were raw, jangly, and sloppy in the beginning but made some tuneful well-played music by the end of their career. It was hard to categorize either bands music while other groups in the scene sought definition. Both Immoral Attitude and Uberfall pursued and established a more street punk style of music and image. Many of their friends and audience members mirrored that aesthetic.

John Robinson from the The Fluid. I'm sure some college student has written a masters revolving around why musicians cross dress and gender bend. There certainly wasn't a shortage of charismatic frontmen in Denver. Original photo by: Larry Rasmussen. Brush and Ink drawing by: Bob Rob Medina.   
By 1986 there were many styles of punk being played in Denver. Crossover (a hybrid of punk and metal) was saturating scenes across the country, like thrash did in 1982-83. Hardcore/trash veterans Bum Kon were infusing some of those crossover elements. Their last recordings were tight, clean, and technical, a radical departure from the hurried blast of tunes from their Drunken Sex Sucks ep. Other bands like Acid Ranch went more for a jangly clean guitar cow-punk sound. Each of those bands had founding members from the original hardcore scene and took their music to the next level.

There was always a joke in the punk scene, "your hair is long and so are your songs!" Sure Bum Kon grew out their hair and the songs got longer, but boy did they continue to put out 2 great albums and kicked ass live.  
Flash Flood was a cool space, Larimer was not the best area of town to be in day or night. Flier source: Trash Is Truth 
The growing pains of the scene and bands venturing off in different directions away from a loud, fast, hard style of music was symptomatic of a generation gap. The umbrella that once housed the underground scene was being withered away. I know this firsthand. I watched bands like Acid Ranch and The Fluid from their inception and at the time I was stuck where they were a couple of years earlier. My tastes still yearned for the likes of hardcore and it was initially difficult to make that transition in becoming more open minded. In retrospect, I missed the opportunity to appreciate the bands that were expanding their punk roots.

I always thought of Burntfase as being one Denver's original crossover band. Jim was a pretty wild vocalist. Original photo by: Unknown. Brush and Ink drawing by: Bob Rob Medina.  
 As a young teen, accepting and understanding that change is inevitable is a difficult process. I only saw the music on the surface and didn’t take into account that while the music was changing, those playing it were still punk at heart. I eventually realized that punk was more of an attitude, an approach to life, and somewhat a music style. It is comforting to know that many of the original scenesters still reside in Denver and continue to play music, many who made a full circle and returned back to their roots of playing loud and hard.   

Thanks: Monica Zarazua and Ana Medina for editing help, Jill Razer, Nate Butler and Michael Serviolo for chatting. 

Thursday, May 29, 2014

The final days of Idiots Revenge.


This post is a continuation from Part 1 and Part 2
With Big John fronting Idiots Revenge we were starting to play out more regularly thanks to his fine-tuned networking skills. John had the charm and charisma people naturally gravitated plus the mindset that would always be scheming some sort of new plot to push the envelope. He would think up an absurd idea and go for it. We would jokingly call him a band slut and he proudly embraced the title. By the time he joined Idiots Revenge he had already been in handful of bands, most notably Uberfall. By the summer of 1985 he was simultaneously playing in several groups: Idiots Revenge, Basic Black, Horrorshow, and his noise project, Control Corp.

Denver has always had a love affair with industrial music and experimenting with sounds as a form of art. Back in the early to mid 80’s it was common for people in the scene to play both in a punk rock band and with a group that explored and challenged the conventions of music. I remember in the early 80’s hearing about the Festival of Pain-an evening of experimental art/music. Denver was becoming notorious for its’ underground art and experimental music scene that featured the likes of: Human Head Transplant, KIA, and Control Corp.

Basic Black was the more palatable twin of Idiots Revenge. Big John and Spike were the shared members. Spike was content playing drums in both bands, but Big John admittedly always had a hankering to sing. Toledo Pat was Denver’s new kid on the block hailing from Ohio. He initially came to spend a couple of weeks on his brother’s couch during the summer, but stayed about six months. Pat was a lefty and played a right-handed guitar upside down restrung. When he plugged it in, he got it to wail haunting and eerie feedback that shook the walls of our practice space. Perhaps his musical inclinations were born from the womb of the darkest cornfield tucked away somewhere in the Midwest. Bart went under the moniker Jet as in jet-black and assumed vocal duties. In mentioning Jet, what I really mean to imply is, Jet and Holly. The pair, for all intent and purposes, was Denver’s lite version of Sid and Nancy. At the time, the two were sewn at the hip.

A nice Toledo Pat flier. 

Pat’s brother rented a house near Denver University and was kind enough to let us tour the property. We rehearsed in the basement, living room, and finally a converted shed. I guess his brother’s roommates had enough of the bands taking over the house and voted us off the island and into a space several steps out the back door. 
At one point during the summer Basic Black and Idiots Revenge weren’t the only bands to lay residence at Pat’s brother’s house. Big John’s other aspiring goth/rock/punk band, Horrorshow claimed the dining room. I thought this was sort of amazing since no one in the band had any connections to Pat’s brother. Horrorshow was the type of group that performed a sound check before rehearsals. The rest of us thought this was odd considering no one touched the equipment, was a sound check really necessary? We were certain that when the band showed up for practice, they were dressed-up like they were ready to play a show. Their discipline paid off as they were tight and produced a tuneful polished brand of goth punk: make-up, torn clothing and all.
Denver's cutest couple: Mark and Robbin from Horrowshow.
When John joined Idiots Revenge he convinced us to ditch most of our songs and write a whole new crop of tunes that had a bite. He coined the term Idiot Rock and wrote lyrics with the intent of being an equal opportunity offender. John was a vegetarian, yet sang about eating 10-cent dogs from the local supermarket, King Soopers that indeed sold hot dogs for ten cents. He even threw in the line “Just imagine porky pig in a bun-not even hungry just eating for fun. Free mustard and ketchup on boiled weenies I don’t care if Kevin calls me a meanie” referring to Kevin Vulture (O’Day) from Dead Silence. The song even started off mocking Institutionalized by Suicidal Tendencies “…all I wanted was a hotdog and she wouldn’t give it to me!” and ended with the sincerity of Ian MacKay: “I got a dollar I’m going to buy ten, if I get hungry I’ll just go back again. If I find a dime you’ll know where I’ll be, just munching on that hotdog that I got for free. All full of protein they gotta be good. Makes-me so happy to eat the things I should.”

Scot and Skitz birthday bash near the Happy Church. Chris Clayton made the flier and gave us the happy face at the bottom like a footnote. He handed it to me laughing. Basic Black didn't play because Toledo Pat packed his bags and took a bus back to Ohio. There was a show review in an issue of NADA fanzine (RIP Roxanne) and we weren't mentioned. Idiots Revenge sort of went under the radar to kindly put it. I wrote NADA a letter and was published in the next issue. I mentioned that in order to review a show you first have to go see it. 
The mockery didn’t end there. No X On My Hand went after the straightedge phenomenon. John serenated and professed his love to a waist-high plastic doll with Little Girls, which was really an Uberfall song played backwards, pretty and slow. John even dedicated Not My Fault, “Stop your bitchin’ get back into the kitchen…” to our feminist friends in ASF and Anarchy Annie who published the fanzine Archy-Type Morality. In one of her last issue she wrote: “Idiots Revenge rules Denver.” The rest of our set was made up of songs ranging from serial killer Ed Gein to Archie Bunker to local furniture gurus Jake Jabs and Gary Levine. We were serious about our joking.

8 Flights Up were a last minute last minute addition to a show we played at Norman's. The members (Jon, Steph, Perry, and Todd) were a super cool positive group on individuals recent transplants from the east coast. The reciprocated the favor by adding us to their show a couple of weeks later.  
By May of 1986, the band had ran its’ course, it was time to call it quits before the jokes got stale. Our last gig was opening for the UK Subs at Norman’s. The show highlighted the fact that we never got to open for a national touring band in our three plus years. And to play our final show with the granddaddy of punk rock, literally, vocalist Charlie Harper was well into his fifties that evening. It was a nice way to politely bow out. There was no catalyst for us to end; we just stopped playing. Spike eventually left Denver and became a tattoo artist in the Seattle area. Mark is still in Denver and does a music-comedy routine: The Mark Putt Explosion, you should check him out. Big John continues creating new monikers and touts himself something former Soviet sounding on his Facebook page. He’s a printmaker and teaches outside of Portland. Yours truly is typing this out in Ethiopia with a day gig teaching art.
Our final show with the UK Subs. After our set, I had to drive my friend Wednesday home, missing Horroshow 
Early Bob Rob compter art. In Art class at school we had the opportunity to spend a period in the computer lab. I made a skull with liberty spikes.  
Our set list from the UK Subs show. We played two new songs Autopsy and At The River plus a cover of the Rolling Stones' As Tears Go By. 

Random memories of being in Idiots Revenge:

• To set the record straight, Flye’s brother Nate wrote the lyrics for 10-Cent Dogs, someone should seriously cover it.

• In 2006, Toledo Pat flew out to San Diego to spend a week with me. We enlisted a couple of people I was playing music with and had a not so true Idiots Revenge/Basic Black reunion show. Pat and I figured our action would be an ironic comment since many old punk bands were reforming at the time with only half original members. We took it a step further in that we’d played to an audience and in a city that had no context or connection to the music. Call it our postmodern art statement.

• After the Wild West Show on KGNU fizzled out, a guy named Vanzetti (Tom) took over the time slot with his program, Smash It Up. One Saturday night he showcased Colorado bands. I sent him a tape of three live songs recorded from a ghetto blaster to play on the air. The vocals were faint and he jokingly made the comment that we didn’t have a singer and were looking for one. He announced my phone number over the air and within a few minutes I got a call from a 14 –year old girl who went by the name of Wednesday Divine. We talked for a couple of hours that night and spent a great deal of energy trying to convince me that she was going to be our new vocalist. The pestering followed the week after. We eventually became friends and she convinced me to date best friend Morticia. Julie aka Wednesday Divine is still a dear friend to this day.

• At a show in Boulder, my amp finally died mid-set. While we were borrowing another band’s amp, Big John asked if there was anyone in the audience with a harmonica. One guy stepped forward and they jammed on an improvised quasi Bob Dylan type of song. Dear reader, this occurred more than once, you’d be surprised how many people would bring a harmonica to a punk show.

• While we were rehearsing in my garage one afternoon, one of the neighborhood boys from across the street decided to use us as target practice with his BB Gun successfully shooting Mark in the arm.
• Confession time, Idiots Revenge had about $125 in our band fund until my car got towed one night. I never paid it back and eventually spent the rest. I suppose I owe Spike, Mark, and Big John $31.25 each. 

Click on the following title to hear the song. Little GirlsTen Cent Dogs, and Not My Fault

Special thanks to Ana Medina and Monica Zarazua for editing