The Evolution of a Cro-Magnon by John Joseph

Author:John Joseph [Joseph, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780980065701
Publisher: Loudspeaker Entertainment
Published: 2014-05-07T00:00:00+00:00

live from new york

chapter 9

After about a week in D.C., I went to see this band called the Undead and it turned out they were from NYC. Their singer Bobby Steele was one of the original members of the Misfits and I talked them into giving me a ride back to the Big Apple. I got out of their van on Avenue A on the LES with $20 to my name and no place to live. The very first person I saw walking down the street was Harley from the Stimulators. We were both happy as hell to run into each other. As we walked together down the avenue and passed 11th Street and Avenue A, standing in the doorway of building Number 171, like some mystical figure, was the one and only H.R. He just stood there acting like he knew I would show up. “Yes, Rasta. Greetings. Glad you made it,” was all he said with one of those big H.R. grins on his face.

H.R. and the Bad Brains were living at 171A (which was written with an anarchy symbol logo), a rehearsal/recording studio/club that Jerry Williams (the infamous Jay Dublee) ran. Jay Dubs was the Bad Brains sound engineer at the time and was one bugged-out looking, cool-ass motherfucker. H.R., Harley (he didn’t smoke, he said it was for hippies) and I went inside, shut the door and proceeded to smoke a shit-load of weed, listen to very loud reggae and reason. Jay Dubs knew a lot about philosophy and was a strict Ital-ist like H.R. I crashed on the couch and was woken up the next day by a band coming in to rehearse. I headed out to the LES in search of a pay phone to call the little Floridian cutie, Lisa, I had met some months before. I called her dad collect and he gave me her New York number.

Lisa was living on Waverly Place near Washington Square Park and was more than happy to see me. I couldn’t have survived those first few weeks without her because I had no one else. Going to my mom’s house was out of the question because, number one, we didn’t get along and number two, that’s the first place the Navy was going to look for me. Lisa was so cool, so damn pretty and I really fell for her. We were inseparable and had great times together. The best thing about being in New York in ’81 was that many of the shows and events we experienced together became legendary events in the punk and hardcore movement.

One such event was the Clash appearing on Broadway. At that time, the band, who were yet to achieve mass popularity, were scheduled to play a bunch of gigs at a club in Times Square called Bonds Casino. The FDNY shut down the May 30th show because the scumbag promoter sold the room out to double its 3,500 capacity for each of the scheduled dates. Thousands of pissed off

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