Last night I was over at David's place and he put on this documentary about a punk rock and roller by name GG Allin. GG died of a heroin overdose in 1993. Did you think he died fighting for his country in Operation Desert Storm?! I guess that last remark just about sets the tone for this post.
Now ole GG considered himself a hardcore rock and roller. He habitually performed naked and brawled with his "fans". The act would also involve GG defecating on stage and then rolling around in it. I suppose talking about his signature move might give a bit of an indication of bringing down the standards of my blog but I had to mention it (otherwise I am a traitor to my...blog writing escapades). Now as a character study (which I think was the point of that documentary), it was a fascinating look at a man who could make Lindsay Lohan look like my high school class valedictorian. To be fair, he had a couple of good points. For instance, he doesn't seem to have had a grudge on his brother (I can't remember the other good point). The saddest thing was that his brother, who was part of the band, seemed tame when compared to ole GG. And I couldn't quite shake off the feeling that the brother had no choice but to be in deep...well...sh*t because he a) was not an enterprising chap, b) was ugly and c) was unfortunate enough to be born to GG's pa and ma. In short, the brother seemed to be simply tagging along.
When they were finally ready to close the lid on GG, the funeral home chap was asked not to hose down GG (he was still "reeking" from the previous night's show). I rarely flinch at anything but that documentary was so far down queer street that I started making a list of people that I was going to consider normal going forward (starting with Paris Hilton). As usual, I am going to end this post suddenly.
