Our annual winter support keeps the Rail independent, relevant, and free
I never attended a GG Allin show because Im not into poo. It was a realistic possibility in the late 1980s and early 90s to see GG play with the Murder Junkies on the heroin-saturated Lower East Side, which was about to begin its decade-long transformation into a place that GG neither could afford nor would be especially welcome in.
Joes coming to town. Junky Joe or Joey Pony? Junky Joe. Ooh here we go. Chris and I smile big, like its some inside joke, like were suddenly sitting in a cellar waiting for the tornado to hit but kind of happy that its going to hit regardless.
Elizabeth and I had cut class one autumn morning circa 1986. Were LES kids and we dont behave properly.