[ 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!