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Hudley Flipside
This post is from 2012. Imagine that and I still bug these guys like no tomorrow… but as a fan or fanatic I may be wrong, but I still think of them as buddies, bands and beyond. Youngest son was just turning 12 then and now it is 13 years later, and he is graduating college with a BA in Geophysics…
Happy Happy Mr. Kerry Love Canal.
This was a fun year to see bands before the festivals hit the scene or covid-19 for that matter. The Punk nostalgia was hitting hard and many of the players shook the dust and cobwebs from their instruments and started playing again.
I cannot believe it was that long ago 12/9/2012.
Last time I got to see Steve Soto live.
Love Canal
Holding his hand up and using his finger to make a circular movement Kerry said,
“Remember to go in the opposite direction of the slam pit.”
My young son did not understand his sense of punk humor & doom. I laughed.
~ Kerry singer Love Canal
Bob Gnarly and I / Love Canal
The Canyon Club in Agoura California has been around for ages. Last night was my first time there. It is a large club that offers fine dining; at least the prices are fine prices. If you want some drinks before the show, I suggest somewhere else nearby.
Carpet floors, large booths, lots of comfortable chairs and a large funky chair made the place seem like something out of Alice in Wonderland; or we were in the I Dream of a Jeanie Bottle. Large Buddhas and Ganesha the elephant of success added a disjointed décor feeling to the atmosphere: along with a current Christmas theme of snowmen and ceiling stars.
The last time I saw Tony and Steve ~ Adolescents were hanging together… we all stood there, the only difference is my adolescent son was hanging with us too.
Love Canal, The Gears, TSOL and Adolescents were primed, mutable and youthfully transformed on stage with a massive loud sound system to carry their music to the full crowd of fans.
We sang along to Love Canal. The Gears warmed us up with their familiar continuity of original punk music. TSOL drove the fans wild as Jack talked his dirty talk and The Adolescents came on us like a fire truck’s alarm.
“So, mom what is this thing you call a slam pit?”
“Wait and see.”
My youngest son has been to a few punk shows. He never seemed to focus on the weird folk dancers. This time he was on a mission and as he got closer and closer to the pit, he said this,
“Ok, I am going to the bathroom, but when I get out, I am going in.”
He was talking about the pit and before he knew if three big guys told him,
“Son if you want to go in, we have your back… we will watch out for you.”
So as if catching a wave, he went in and initiated himself into the world of punk… to the live sound of the True Sounds of Liberty.
Thirty years ago, the punk scene did not have the diversity in ages as it does today; guys now seemed thrilled to share their love of the pit to a youngster. I was impressed.
“Ya knows, when I was his age my three brothers and I would sneak out the window at night and go to punk shows. Sorry to tell you I was drinking my first beers in alleys before a show when I was twelve.”
My ears were filled with stories that night as I watched my son learn the moves of this wild folksy dance of the fans of punk rock music. I felt humbled, proud, and part of something that I loved too.
Some boys get initiated into adulthood at their Bar Mitzvah… my son’s onset to puberty seemed to be achieved by having the guts to walk into the pit.
As I held my hand to my heart, the drumbeat moves me as I was thinking,
“Now that is the right chord!”
“But drumbeats do not have chords?”
Overall, a great place to see bands. clean restrooms!
Frank Lopez and Demi Lishen-Girl
