[ GG Allin ] Written by: CatFish (AWR) While You Were Sleeping, Issue 4 "GG Allin is an entertainer with a message to a sick society. He makes us look at (ourselves) for what we really are. The human is just another animal who is able to speak out freely, to express himself clearly. Make no mistake about it, behind what he does is a brain" -John Wayne Gacy Traditionally, when you think of punk rock, you think of green mohawks, mosh pits, and facial piercings. By today's standards, sucky bands like the "OffSpring" are undeservingly given the label "punk." However, if you really want to get down to the brass tacks, G.G. Allin is (was) the Michael Jordan of punk. Since the late 70s, Allin blazed a drunken stinking bloody trail across the United States playing shows whereever possible. These were often one shot deals considering theat almost every club he played at either banned him or was shut down entirely due to his on-stage antics. The first time I ever heard of G.G. Allin was when the local news ran something about him getting arrested at a show at Milwaukee's "Odd Rock Cafe" for defecating on stage. A frew months later I saw the original airing of Geraldo, on which G.G. appeared with his then band, "The Murder Junkies." On the show, G.G. declared his mission to the world: "to save rock & roll from the pathetic state that it was in." After rattling off an empressively long list of G.G's performance-related arrests, Geraldo roceeded to ask G.G. why he felt the need to relieve himself on stage. In a smug, almmost rehearsed tone of voice, G.G responded by declaring that his body was the rock & roll temple and his flesh, blood, and bodily fluids were sacraments to the people. Around the same time I heard rumours that a 17 year old girl attending a local high school was dating G.G. What that relationship consisted of, Iam not sure, but I can guarantee you that he would have been a hit at the senior prom. Imagine G.G. showing up to the dance wearing a pair of woman's underwear, reeking of human feces, spiking the punch of PCP, and kicking the shit out of the prom - queen. A few years later while at work, I heard on the radio that G.G. had died of a heroin overdose after a show in New York City. In the wake of his untimely death I began to learn of his shocking legacy of chaos and anarchy. Later that same year, I had the pleasure of seeing a documentary on G.G. called "Hated." For anyone who has not yet seen this materpiece, I strongly recommend it. Buy it, steal it, rent it, just watch it! G.G Allin embodies punk rock the way it was meant to be: loud, violent, and horrible sounding. None of that 90's melodic, politically correct, crackerjack pussy rock. He made music that was threatening, offensive, spiteful and dangerous. G.G. set out to destroy everything that society embraced. He hated everyone and reserved a special loathing for any type of authority figure, especially parents, politicians, policemen, and basically anyone who stood for law and order. Backed by a slew of bands including the "ScumFucs," Texas Nazis," "Cedar Street Sluts,"Toilet Rockers" and his last band, "the Murder Junkies" (featuring his brother Merle on bass), G.G.'s shows quickly gained a reputation for being completly out of control. Nudity, bloodshed, and onstage defecation (which was usually followed by G.G either eating his shit or slinging it at the crowd) became at his live performances. G.G. would frequently instigate fights with members of the audience, hurling chairs, broken bnottles, and beating people and himself with a microphone or his bare hands. More often than not, a G.G. show would not end until the police showed up or he was knocked unconscious, whichever came first. Either way, there was going to be some bloodshed. One time when G.G was too intoxicated to perform, a group of his fans rushed the stage and started beating the shit out of him. What would start out as a good old fashioned rock & roll concert would usually erupt into a full scale riot. Although not possessing a particularly menacing build, people much larger than G.G. would quickly back down once they realized the imminent threat of bodily harm or even worse, getting G.G.'s doodoo smeared on them. His pre-show booze and drug bingesseemed to make him nearly invincible. Either by gaining superhuman strength, or by numbing his senses to the point of complete immunity to pai, he could not be stopped. While under the influence of his chemically- perceived immortality, G.G. would slice himself up with broken glass or dive into furniture, frequently inflicting more damage on himself than others. One of the major lures for fans was G.G.'s ongoing theat of on-stage suicide. Some of his dieheard followers even hoped to go with him on the occasion. G.G.'s body is covered in an unsightly hodgepodge of tatoos that are far worse than those of any Taco Bell employee or prison inmate. It has been said that the majority of them were done while he was unconscious by his fans who wanted to try their hand at tattooing or just couldn't find anything else to doodle on. Aesthetically, they range from very bad to downright awful. The words "scum Fuc" and "R.I.P G.G." inside a poorly drawn tomb-stone. Although not the best musician in the world, G.G. knew how to get the crowd hyped. Love him or hate him, you've got to respect his drive and determination. In an industry ruled by corprate funny business, G.G. kept it real. Real blood real shit, real loud, real punk!