#la punk scene

[xxenbypunkxx]

are you worried about being perceived as a poser in your local punk scene? My biggest tip is to not shove yourself into the little box of what you think a punk should be. The culture of punk should be diverse, that’s what makes it beautiful. You want to go to a show wearing all pink and cute dresses? fucking go for it!!! rock it! if anyone says anything to you about “not being punk enough” they are full of bullshit and are definitely projecting their insecurities onto you.

[thlayli-ra]

I should be doing requests but I really wanted to see what the Red Moon boys were up to. For @selamat-linting

[mattnotonfire]

hey guys its me ryan ross

[quiet-admirer]

I've been considering actually buckling down and writing a story with some of my OCs, but I'd really like it to be a "historical" fiction set in about 1979-1982, and the problem is I like to inject some amount of realism to the things I write, but I wasn't alive at that time and research will probably be difficult.

If I get really into a topic, I don't mind if the research is time-consuming, but I'm guessing that I'm only going to be able to find information scattered in fat lib type of zines or records about the Bear community, which is probably going to be a big effort to compile and sift through what is actually relevant...

There are so many little questions I have, like how hard was it to find clothes in very large sizes back then and at what size did it start getting difficult? How did fashion the time impact kink - like, if certain types of clothing that were more popular lent themselves to certain tropes or themes, like crop-tops or spandex suits etc. Maybe there are completely obsolete things that I'm not even aware of that could be or were used in kinky ways (like, if there was, I don't know, a glove stretching kink back when people had to use those glove stretching tools?). When did certain feedism and g/e terms originate? I haven't been able to find any pre-early 2000s records of feedism and g/e communities, though I've admittedly not done an aggressive search yet.

How easy was it to buy scales over certain weights? Different methods of gaining come in and out of vogue, so what were they then? Diet culture had its own flavor back then, so how did g/e or feedism or their prototypes reflect those differences?

Was it just the wild west and there weren't any of these terms and people just did this kind of kinky stuff anyway or did it fall under the names of other kinks?

Idk maybe I'm being silly or overlooking an obvious resource, but it seems like a huge undertaking and I'd really like to do this research someday once I have the bandwidth, but I'm not even sure I'll be able to find what I want!

But then maybe part of the fun will be creating an imagined feedist past for the 70s/80s! Idk but it's been living at the back of my head for years and I want it to happen someday :)

[theunderestimator-2]

Rover, obscure early LA punk teen scenester, Masque denizen and nowadays a Las Vegas mom of 10 children, as captured ca. '77-'78 at the Atomic Cafe, in the Little Tokyo district of Los Angeles (the photo was also used as the back cover of The Klan "Pushin' Too Hard" b/w "Cover Girls" 1980 single by Posh Boy).

Rose, aka Rover [a nickname her high school bestie gave her because she couldn't stay in one place but was happiest roving around] is one of those girls who, according to Alice Bag, "added life and color to the early punk scene and made it so very interesting. She also received one of the first wounds (six stitches in the scalp) in the "us against them" skirmishes that seem to occur whenever people are afraid or intolerant of those who look different from them. It's hard to imagine a time and place when having short, crazy-colored hair could provoke a violent reaction from a stranger, but that was what it was like in the 1970's."

As Rover recalls:

"I believe I took the first hit in the social war we had waged against the norm. I was 16 at the time. I was outside of the Canterbury with my friend Brian (from Fullerton) sitting on a parked car. Two guys drove past on a motorcycle and the passenger threw a wine bottle into our little crowd and it hit me in the head. I didn't know what had happened. I grabbed my head & knocked a hunk of glass out and it fell to the ground. Then, a rush of pain and a river of blood and I stumbled forward and leaned against the Canterbury for support. I was dazed and in a state of confusion. They grabbed me and helped me walk. Gerber & Natalie took me to Lorna Doom & Belinda Carlisle's apartment. Darby was there. The paramedics arrived and bandaged my head. They joked about my hair color, saying they couldn't tell what was hair color and what was blood. If I wasn't the first hit, then I guess I was a shot of energy to all those around me."

Being badly teased in school in So Cal just for being pale white, in '77 she was a 16-year-old who ended up actually living in the Masque, the Hollywood multi-roomed labyrinth, the club and a meeting spot that soon became the center of the universe to many punks, misfits, outsiders, degenerates and the nascent punk scene that began bubbling up around 1976, with groups like the Screamers, Germs, the Weirdos and the Zeros, the Bags and the Go-Go’s, who she also roadied for.

"I walked into my very first show [a Dickies show at the Whiskey, Dec. '77] and knew I had finally found my home planet!!!! Remember the Twilight Zone episode with Elly May Clampett? She was laying in a hospital bed with bandages covering her face, consumed with self hatred & confusion because she was born so ugly that she couldn't fit in with society. The bandages came off and all had failed. Then it's revealed that she is really beautiful in a world of ugly and has to go live in a community with others like herself. That's exactly how I felt when I walked into the Whisky that night. Everyone was pale and it was ok."

(***photo provided by artist & activist @regi-mentle-black-blog , another active participant in the early LA/SF punk scene and friend of Rover, who was also crashing at the Masque back in the day)

[somescenecatholic]

zOMGOODNESS THE FTSK SHIRT CAME AAAAAA

[theaskew]

Lyrics

She had to leave… Los Angeles All her toys wore out in black and her boys had too She started to hate every nigger and Jew Every Mexican that gave her lotta shit Every homosexual and the idle rich She had to get out She gets confused Flying over the dateline her hands turn red Cause the days change at night change in an instant the days Change at night change in an instant She had to leave Los Angeles She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend She bought a clock on Hollywood blvd the day she left It felt sad she had to get out

Songwriters: Charles Thompson

[calim3ro]

LA SAD - SUMMERSAD 4

[nugothrhythms]

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[xxenbypunkxx]

went to a show once, one of the bands groupies tried to stage dive but there weren't enough people there so they just slammed onto the floor

[warpedwh0res]

warped whores debut show

[xx-key-xx]

Finally done with my theme <3

[captainpirateface]

Biggest all local band show I put on in Vegas.

Good memories.

[theunderestimator-2]

Tony the Tiger aka Tony the Hustler & Cherie Greene aka Cherie the Penguin, LA first wave punk couple visiting San Francisco punk temple Mabuhay Gardens in Jan. 1978, as captured by SF street photographer Greg Gaar & found on The Fab Mab FB group.

From the few bits & pieces I managed to trace on the internet about those early LA punk scenesters & sexual adventurers, I found Tony mentioned as a ‘gay-for-pay male hustler’ and Cherie remembered as 'the gregarious dominatrix singer of the band Butch’ according to Kid Congo’s ‘Some New Kind Of Kick’ memoir. Another post on Cherie, this time by Doug Fitzsimmons on his @punk_diversity IG account, provides some more enlightening backstory after a talk he had with her, such as her relationship & marriage to Tony and the incident that earned her her nickname from the tux and tails she was wearing the night she crashed a party at Wilton Hilton, the infamous ramshackle Craftsman duplex/ Screamers then-headquarters, where the best parties were supposedly held, fueled by acid, sex and… ghosts.

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[matchingbatbites]

Modern AU where Corroded Coffin does get famous - just not in a way they were expecting.

They try through high school, play some local spots, post their songs online, but they don't really get a lot of traffic. And they think, maybe this isn't going to work.

Until one day, when they post a cover of a pop song, a la Punk Goes Pop, and it does well. Really well.

So they start doing more covers.

Is there a part of their steadily growing fan base that loves their originals and racks up the play counts on the one album they've put out? Of course.

And they never stop sharing their original stuff, but it never gets the kind of engagement that the covers do - and they kind of resign themselves to the fact that, this is what they do now, might as well have fun with it.

Steve Harrington is a popstar who's been on the scene for a little while now, and he loves CC's covers. He never really cared for metal before - overstimulation and audio processing are a wicked duo - but because he knows these songs, he's able to actually appreciate the music, the way the band morphs them into their own style.

He keeps finding himself wishing that they would cover one of his songs.

And then he learns about their original stuff. He listens to the one album on repeat and loves it, loves the lyrics and the composition of the music, and decides that he's going to do the cover for once.

(He's definitely not trying to catch the attention of the hot as fuck lead guitarist, no siree! This is just a nice, normal cover.)

Cue Eddie Munson having a heart attack when his notifications are flooded with links to Steve Harrington - popstar dreamboat and Eddie's absolute guilty pleasure, the man whose music he only listens to at the dead of night when he's guaranteed to never be caught - covering one of Eddie's songs.