from the 7” single, Alternative Tentacles Records, 1981I used to runaway a lot as a kid, before getting locked up, so between the ages of 12 – 15, never for all that long mind you (the longest I managed to sustain one of my leaves of absence was the last split before getting duly sent away, about 2 months, and that itself was uncharacteristic compared to the usual adventure of one or two weeks); there were a handful of pads which always offered a couch/floor for a night or two, dens of rapturous deviance in varying degrees of squalor, but a beggar can’t be choosy and besides, I kinda liked all the grime back then. Anyways, this one girl and her older sister always took me in, even picking me up often times from all sorts of random places one winds up as an unhappy teenager, and I fondly recall one evening spent chain smoking cigs, drinking 40 ounces & smoking the schwiggiest of schwag, somebody wound up shaving, by request, a giant DK into the back of her head, where the hair was already buzzed pretty short. The DKs were always the thinking man’s hardcore band (see: Jello’s big vocabulary), but sometimes they just got right down to business, “…nazi punks, nazi punks, nazi punks, Fuck Off!!...” Simple song, simple message, right on point. Any free thinking alt-kids needed to dig them, and the DKs made it both fun & simple to do so. So many loose nights spent chasing our angst & wildest dreams… thanks Bernie!
