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Punk Rock Changed Our Lives: A Contest of Wiles.


The revolution succeeded.  Punk rock set out to blatantly broadcast anyone with a voice full of something to say. The bands came down from the pedestal and got sloppy with their fans, and the fans ran home to start their own bands, and we are living happily ever after because of it.

My favorite flavor during the glorious revolutionary days of the late eighties was Minutemen. Mike Watt toiled forward to form fIREHOSE from the ashes, and the top photograph is visual evidence with ed fROMOHIO sporting one of our shirts. Margaret Griffis was there, that night at Churchills in Miami. Today, however, we have video.


That is correct, Tim Irwin’s righteous documentary “We Jam Econo” is now available on iTunes. You don’t even need to get up from your chair. Click that link in the first sentence, or use this keen little button right here:

The Story of the Minutemen

Of course accessibility is only the first step in the punk rock revolution still ragin’ full-on in the eyes and ears of human kind. Then, you must participate.

Thanks to the lovely Jessica at New Video, you get to do just that – with a contest. Here at Full Body Transplant we are proud to announce that the winner of this month’s Pioneer-o-thon will receive a code good for one free download of “We Jam Econo”. The movie shreds the senses, puts you in the passenger’s seat with Watt for the birth of SST records, and soothes the soul with an acoustic Corona.  You don’t want to miss it.

How do you win? Simple.  Tell us a true story about a time you Did It Yourself. When did you create instead of consume? When did you get right up in the face of your greatest rock hero and slap the sweat from the hand? When did you make your messy little mark on history, the way no one else ever could?

Punk rock is not just about music, and “We Jam Econo” is evidence. Watt talks about the way it works in every waking moment of a life. It’s an eye-set. A perspective. We want to hear yours.

Tell us about the best punk show you ever saw. Tell us about the best clothes you ever wore. Tell us about writing your own song, inventing your own method, telling your own story. Tell us about a time you beat someone in a game of Vs. System by using a card that no one else would be caught dead running. It doesn’t matter what it is. Just tell us how you did things yourself.

In three weeks we will choose a winner. Post your story in the comments, or send an email to: fullbodytransplant@dadeschools.net

In the meantime, we will tell our own punk rock war tales here in the comment section between each contest entry. Tell us your version, and jump for the chance to win the free download of “We Jam Econo” from iTunes. The revolution succeeded, and the party is on.


(That’s obviously Meat Puppets, wearing the best shirt I ever painted. Story to follow in the comments…)


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My Life is Blessed Constantly by Magnificent Synchronicity.

BREAKING NEWS: Mike Watt sent me an email, with that amazing photograph. In case you don’t know Mike Watt, he is only the greatest bass player who ever lived. If you have been here a while, you have seen me blog about him before.

This was the spiel. Remember what Vs. System card we just previewed, and connect the dots…

hey, my old friend nanny works at a children’s zoo here in pedro and animal control brought her two squirrels they found over on fifteenth street that fell out of their nest in a tree. they’re baby albino ones – very rare, maybe three weeks old! their nails felt trippy on my hand and they were very friendly for being wild… it was hard to get this shot cuz I’m not left-handed but I just went for it…


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Thursday Thirteen: The Music.


(fIREHOSE, carrying on.)

Today has been busy, cooking up the shirt orders and such.  So I would like to quickly take this opportunity to turn you on to the punk rock that changed my life.  For your listening pleasure.

1. Minutemen. There is a video history now, and there will never be another creative combination of pure talent like this, ever again.

2. R.E.M. I know, I know.  They turned into a pack of poofters as soon as the media crowned them magnificent “Songwriters”.  (Don’t listen after 1992.) Get the early albums, before they published lyrics.  As inspirational as anything you can put in your ears.  DIY incarnate.

3. Meat Puppets. High Priests of Wierd, but strangely it works just right.  The sound of human frailty swinging a pair of solid brass balls floating in cactus juice forming snow angels in the bonfire.

4. Husker Du. When you need the sludge of commercial culture scraped from your brain, dial up Zen Arcade and blow the doors off your skull.  You can thank me later.

5. fIREHOSE. Born from the ashes of D. Boon’s untimely death, the post-Minutmen Wattage still burns brightly in my heart.  Ragin’, Full On.

6. The Replacements. Paul Westerberg’s voice.  That is all.

7. Butthole Surfers. If you do not value your sanity, and you realize how much it is worth to let go of it, dive in up to your ankles.  Do it today.

8. Sonic Youth. They jammed a screwdriver through the strings to get just the right sound.  I saw them do it.

9. The Jesus and Mary Chain. Enough electric fuzz to put hair on your tongue.  Bzzz…

10. Daniel Johnston. Banging on pots and pans, sounding like Mozart?  Yes please.

11. Geraldine Fibbers.  Violin for the win, Carla just played a gig with Watt this weekend.  Straight to the heart, every time.

12. Nirvana. He may have been the beginning of the end, but what a beautiful end it was.  Magnificent madness and magick, sir.  Thank you.

13. Sublime. Ditto.  Times twelve.

That’s my list y’all.  Rock your own and link it here: www.thursdaythirteen.com 

… punk.


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Our Madonna Bacon Number is now Two.


What is a Bacon Number?  Michael explains.  It is a bit clunky, that University of Virgina database thing, so maybe you should start here.  And, thanks to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame show on VH1 with a live shot of Watt and Madonna together in the kitchen of the Waldorf Astoria, this needs to be updated:

Madonna (I) was in Forbes 20 Richest Women in Entertainment (2007) (TV) with Cameron Diaz.

Cameron Diaz was in “Space Ghost Coast to Coast” (1994) {Surprise (#3.9)} with Mike Watt (II).

Yes, that is now old news.  Watt’s Madonna Bacon number has reached One.  And yesterday someone hit this blog after searching “things neccesary for survival” .  And when I revisited that post from October, I realized I had not sent Watt a shout in a while.   I linked him to the Pleasant Distraction rant last night, and got this back in the morning:

brother afm,

        much respect to you, always – much respect!

        thank you for the great spiel.

                                  brother watt
Gotta love Watt.  All that talent, all that genius, and he is always just one of us.  The most human of stars.  And to top it all off, our Madonna Bacon Number is now Two.  And our Space Ghost Bacon Number as well?  What a killer way to start a Friday.

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Legacy Content.


(shirt by Alterior Facial Mandala, Meat Puppet photo by Margaret: http://flickr.com/photos/griffis/sets/72157600174926532/)

So many triumphs, so little time.  I have reached the mountaintop quite often.  The glory days of the post-punk late eighties contained some of my greatest successes, and they are one of the things I still revel in.  Last night there was a Nirvana Unplugged marathon on TV, and it brought back a flood of championship memories.

We would paint shirts, and then bring them to the show to break the ice.  Our heroes (Minutemen/fIREHOSE, Meat Puppets, Sonic Youth, Butthole Surfers, Husker Du) would always be hanging around somewhere, usually in a van outside the club.  We would find them, grab them, and tell them how they must wear the shirts onstage for the show.  It worked every time.

That photograph is from one of the highlights.  Curt Kirkwood, wailing.  One night in Tampa I was chilling after the show and two bimbo/blondes came giggling into the room.  They gushed about how great the band was, then passed around a jacket for them to autograph.  The girl gave the pen to me first, even though she had just seen the show and should have known that I was not in the band.  I signed it while the Puppets laughed under their breath.  I told the girls, who wanted to get to know the music better, to get the album called Meat Puppets II.  Curt disagreed, telling them to buy the newer stuff.  

A few years passed, and then Nirvana invited the Meat Puppets to play on the Unplugged show, and confirmed my tastes.  Kurt Cobain agreed with me, chosing three songs from the record that I knew was their best.

Then a couple years ago, Meat Puppets II was re-issued by Rykodisc.  Derrick Bostrom the drummer did the design on the new package.  One of our painted shirts was featured in the photograph under the CD.  It is one of the crowning achievements that carry me on toward even greater things, especially when Kurt Cobain sings “Lake of Fire” on national television.

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Pleasant Distractions Necessary for Survival.


(found Watt object from hootpage.com)

Modern life is tough.  These big brains, combined with a monetary system fueled by addictive consumer culture, piloted by people with emotional maturity equivalent to an inbred poodle?  Things get messy and difficult to cope with.

So we distract ourselves with hobbies and fanatical dedication to things that always pick us up.  I use punk rock and trading cards sometimes:


I use sports alot too, and so does Watt.  One time we were shooting the shit on the sidewalk the afternoon before a show in 1991.  It was the day before D. Boon’s birthday and Watt was hurting.  We were also talking basketball.

“No Hoops, No Hope.” Watt sighed.

Our heartbroken hero is one of the most intelligent humans I have had the pleasure to meet, and he knew the deal.  When life gives you something you really don’t like that you simply must endure, focus on something that keeps the joy in the tank.  Watt and his best friend the great artist Raymond Pettibon are hooked on high school basketball in LA to keep their mind off things.  I follow pro baseball and hockey for the same reasons.  And last night’s games flooded me with healing grins all the way to the center of my being, even though the work day had left much to be desired.

Pleasant Distractions are necessary for survival, especially when it comes to a healthy soul.

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