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March 25th, 2012

Done. It’s not making me emotional at all.


It’s not making me emotional at all.

March 25th, 2012




I decided to present these two cool pieces of ephemera together not just because they happen to have been stuck together in my archive box for the past 25 years but more importantly because they bookend a very important experience in my teenage life: the 1986 American/Canadian tour I went on with 7 SECONDS

The backstage pass sticker is from a Goldenvoice show that featured The EXPLOITED, Battalion of Saints, 7 SECONDS and Tales of Terror at Perkins Palace in Pasadena, CA, in 1984.  This show was the first time I met the guys in 7 SECONDS who my friends Martin Sprouse, Pat Weakland and I had likely gotten in touch with through some combination of doing our zine Leading Edge and by knowing Bessie Oakley and Jone Stebbins of the  Reno, NV. all-girl hardcore band The Wrecks (whose 1982 demo cassette is a total classic of the era btw) and the great zine Paranoia.

The show was a typical Goldenvoice affair of the time with big Brit-punk headliner, a couple popular American bands known on the national scene and a lesser-known California opener. As was true for all these shows, there were tons of kids from all over the greater Los Angeles county area and from further flung places as well and everyone was packed into a big,old venue that was equipped to handle the mayhem that would almost certainly occur. 

I don’t recall any especially noteworthy craziness at this event but I do remember  something about the music and I know 7 SECONDS ruled the night. Of course when it comes to music and art its all just a matter of taste. As far as me and my friends were  concerned, the very popular mid-tempo spikey-haired British bands like The Exploited and G.B.H. who rolled through So. Cal. a couple times a year never held a candle to the urgent, stripped down, no bullsh-t American hardcore acts like 7 SECONDS.

We hung out before and after the show with the 7 SECONDS guys and really hit it off thus setting the stage for the tour I’d go on in a couple years. I think they might’ve come down to play San Diego and stay at my Mom’s house after this show. Though that could’ve been after a different show.

The postcard from Ian MacKaye was written in response to a letter I wrote him when I got home from that 86 tour. I’d met Ian once before when he and I were both staying at the Maximum RocknRoll house in 1985. I got to know him much better when me and the band stayed at the Dischord house. I was very enamored with Ian, Cynthia Connolly and the D.C. scene (who wouldn’t be?) after spending some time there and I wanted to come out for that summer. That’s what the postcard was about. 

I met the other D.C. Ian (Svenonius) and a lot of other cool people at the Dischord house on that tour stop too. He had  a cool style (duh!) and told me he was in a band called “Ulysses”. I’ll talk more about D.C. and the Ians in future posts. What a fascinating group of people.

I’ll also revisit that U.S. tour without any doubt.

Oh and by the way Ian, I’m still working on resolving that money issue, be there soon!

Postcard by Ian MacKaye Backstage pass by Gary Tovar

1. Perkins Palace

2. Goldenvoice

3. I believe the trip to LA during which Ian went to this show was the one when Al FLipside attempted to teach him to surf and then wrote, “He seems like a nice guy. I guess I can’t really blame him for his fans.” I’ve never actually been able to do that.

4. Martin Sprouse.

Funny this morning I was listening to Elvis Costello sing country songs and thinking about Straight to Hell and watching it with Jena and Pat when I was home from school. A very 1987 day, and welcome to tumblr Mr. Traeger.

March 25th, 2012

Joe sent this and said “It made me think of you,”…

Joe sent this and said “It made me think of you,” which was just what I needed after a weekend week month lifetime of feeling monstrous, misunderstood, and overlooked.

March 25th, 2012

superseventies: An unknown man in a spacecraft prototype,…


An unknown man in a spacecraft prototype, 1970s.


March 25th, 2012

whb2: panthers, san francisco chapter by Gordan Parks


panthers, san francisco chapter by Gordan Parks

March 25th, 2012

kvltkunt: grandma lookin hella perturbed.  she is a bit of a…


grandma lookin hella perturbed.  she is a bit of a thrill seeking female, i must say.


March 25th, 2012

ufocottoncandy: gaksdesigns: Restaurant in a Cave. Grotta…



Restaurant in a Cave. Grotta Palazzese in South Italy.


Lauren and Colleen took me to a restaurant in a cave for my birthday last year. This is where I would like to go this year, thanks in advance.

March 25th, 2012

suzy-x: rgr-pop: I just don’t know, you guys. I’m concerned. I…



I just don’t know, you guys. I’m concerned. I understand what you are trying to do! I really do! (I mean, other than MAKE THIS CAUSE MORE GLAMOROUS BY MAKING IT ABOUT WHITE LADIES’ LEGS, anyway.)

We all agree that victim blaming sucks. We also agree on the subtext of that miniskirt discourse: “whatever we wear” isn’t necessarily about our right to flaunt leg as much as it is about the way our bodies are treated regardless of how we dress them. Most of us get raped in our jeans or our pajamas or our uniforms. Just like how Trayvon’s hoodie is used as an empty excuse, that he was “asking” to be treated with suspicion. Even though really it was his body that marked him in that way. Okay, I get it.

But how are we being so willfully ignorant of the problems with that “whatever we wear” discourse? How are we ignoring the fact that “my miniskirt is not an invitation to rape” is a white discourse? That so many people rightfully take issue with that kind of rhetoric because it’s one that preserves a purity of white womanhood? That when black women are raped, there is no “victim-blaming” because there is presumed to be no victim?

I mean, you could have tried to pretend for a split second that you care in the least bit about people of color who are raped. Like, you couldn’t find a picture of a black woman in a miniskirt ANYWHERE ON THE INTERNET? Really?

How many hoodies have you put on your white body? How many times have those hoodies marked you as a “suspicious” target for violence?

What is the purpose of trying to unify these oppressions into one? Why don’t you realize that by creating this false geometry you are essentially arguing that they were mutually exclusive—if parallel—phenomena to begin with? How many white women have been raped only for an innocent black man in a hoodie to be killed for it?

Do you people think before you say anything ever?

Why is the first statement embodied and the second one is bodiless? Why did you want to show white legs but no black bodies?

Can’t there be one thing that we don’t make about us? Are we not interested in discussing the way people are oppressed unless we can fit it into a conversation about how we, personally, are oppressed? Unless we can fit it under the umbrella of activist acts we already perform? Can you seriously just let this be about black boys for ONE MOTHERFUCKING SECOND?


March 25th, 2012


March 25th, 2012

County Down Screens at the Kitchen on April 30th


County Down is a cross-platform, episodic, digital film exploring an epidemic of psychosis among the adults in a gated community that coincides with a teenage girl’s invention of a designer drug. Mirroring rave culture and the unbridled optimism around technology during the 1990s, County Down presents a society so obsessed with novelty and consumerism that it euphorically embraces its own destruction. The multigenerational cast of downtown performers and artists including: Chloe BassBecca BlackwellEllen CantorPatty ChangMarti DominationNicole EisenmanJim FletcherJames Fotopoulos, Andy HaynesWilliam PowhidaEmily RoysdonKate ValkStephanie Vella and Sacha Yanow. The soundtrack and musical arrangements are by Johanna Fateman, formerly of Le Tigre, and also include music by JD SamsonWynne Greenwood, Long Hind Legs, and Lesbians On Ecstasy. Costumes and Styling are by GGrippo.

The Kitchen NYC, April 30, 7PM

this looks amazing.