This was G.G.'s last show for history. For that matter, nobody among the hundred-plus fans who'd forked out $7 for the chance to have G.G. throw fresh **** at them paid much attention to the Murder Junkies either. It was only G.G. who counted, and the wildest man of punk in his final epiphany did not fail, as he often had in the past - the last time I'd seen him he sang on song and promptly passed out - to deliver. And lots of video cameras were there to record (from a safe distance) this, the climax of the legend of G.G. Allin.

I hadn't meant to review this show - impossible to take notes anywhere near G.G. - but let it stand now as his obituary. The freaky New Hampshireman, who broke into the punk scene about 1980 and became ever more famous for his uninhibited stage shows, his prison and jail stays, and his promise to commit suicide on stage at CBGB's as the culmination of his "mission" - even as his obscenity-laden music went from tuneful to boring. G.G. sang about four songs (the last being "Look Into My Eyes and Hate Me") with the Murder Junkies while causing total mayhem and forcing most of his fans to evacuate the garage shed where the Murder Junkies played even before the three mikes went dead and the flunkies started carrying out the surviving equipment, but that hardly stopped his performance. The music was just a warm-up.

Naked, bloody, coked and speeded up, G.G. continued to storm about the Gas Station area, smashing things and people. I (dressed entirely in white) even got slightly bloodied myself (as well as kicked by a vicious bouncer). He shat and then threw the **** about as the crowd scurried to get out of his very unpredictable way. Possessed by demons or with calculated abandon, G.G. was magnificently wild as he swept out the Gas Station enclosure, chasing his fans before him (a nice reversal!), immediately encountered an M9 bus on Avenue B, and brought it to a dead halt as he lay down on the street in front of it, spreading his cheeks in contemptuous defiance. The cops came, but the naked punk was overlooked on the sidewalk next to the Gas Station.

While the befuddled fuzz went south looking for the cause of all this mayhem, G.G. went north and, turning the corner onto E. 3rd St., west, smashing things as he went. Like the Pied Piper he drew scores of fans after him (at a discreet distance, to be sure) to witness his continuing street theater performance. We followed him around East Village, south on Avenue A, and crossed Delancey with him, squad cars prowling the intersection trying to figure out what the hell was going on, until fans about 8 p.m. forced a cab to accept this dirty, bloody, naked demigod and take him to St. Mark's Hotel.

This personification of polymorphously perverse punk went to his friend Johnny Puke's apartment to party with a few folks at about 10 p.m. Having said "Johnny Puke, we have to do that spoken word tour!" our hero passed out and into the fields of glory about 1:30 a.m. on the 28th. His fellow partygoers took photographs of themselves with the sleeping man, then joined him in slumberland. But when Johnny got up at about 9 a.m., the legendary G.G. Allin, three months out of prison, was cold and stiff, apparently the result of a heroin overdose.

Looking thru my files, I found a 1991 letter from him in which he declared: "I will continue to be the ****ing R&R terrorist until the day I die + beyond the Grave." Uh-oh! Sid, Stiv, Darby: you ghosts had better watch out!


DtP

 

The Ann Arbor News - 14-SEP-1989


The 33-year-old leader of an Illinois-based rock band who Ann Arbor police say beats his face and head with a microphone and exposes himself on stage was arraigned Wednesday in 15th District Court on three criminal charges.

Kevin M. Allin had been sought by Ann Arbor police for months following a performance in a University of Michigan dormitory last April.

The office of Washtenaw County Prosecuting Attorney William F. Delhey issued warrants for Allin last May on charges of indecent exposure and assault and battery after witnesses told Ann Arbor police that he had masturbated, kicked a U-M woman student in the stomach and hit another student with a chair during an unscheduled performance by Allin's group, the "Toilet Rockers," at the U-M's East Quad.

At the same time the misdemeanor warrants were issued, a felony warrant was authorized charging Allin with assualt with intent to do great bodily harm less than murder. That charge stemmed from an incident after the concert in an apartment on North Fourth Avenue, where Allin burned and beat a 25-year-old woman so severely that she spent 12 days in University Hospital, police allege.

Doctors said the victim's leg burns were the result of exposure to flame or extreme heat for a period of at least 20 minutes, according to police.

"He's into sadism and masochism," Ann Arbor Police Detective Mary Smith said of Allin. "He told me during an interview before arraignment that what he does on stage is all part of his rock 'n' roll performance. He said, 'My fans expect it.'"

Smith investigated the case with police Detective Frank Hoy. They agree that Allin's actions and lifestyle are among the most bizarre they have encountered in decades of police work.

"It's a weird case with a weird defendant," Hoy said. "He's a strange one. He's knocked all his front teeth out hitting himself with microphones during acts. He's bloodied his head hitting himself with microphones. He beats spectators. He exposes himself."

Detective Lt. Dale Heath, head of the police department's Major Crimes Division, said Allin claims to have recorded a dozen rock 'n' roll songs which he wrote. Heath said the lyrics to all the songs are laced with profanity and obscenities.

Smith said Allin "claims he's going to finish his career on Halloween night in 1990 by committing suicide on stage and taking some spectators with him. Hopefully, it won't be here."

Allin has toured the country with the "Toilet Rockers" and told Smith he has been charged with assault and indecent exposure in other states because of his actions on stage, she said.

Allin's anticts at the East Quad, 701 East University Ave., last April caused a near-riot, witnesses told police.

Toni Guzzardo, manager of a snack bar/theater called the "Halfway Inn" at the dormitory, said Allin and his group barged uninvited into the area and "took over the stage."

"The East Quad Music Co-Op sponsors student concerts and poetry reading during Open Mike Night every week," Guzzardo said. "It's all student-run and if you want to appear, you sign up in advance. This bunch just came storming in. I've been here 11 years and I've never been so apprehensive and frightened in my life. They just walked in off the street and went up on the stage and started in."

"They were on stage for only about 15 minutes but it was horrible," he said. "They were ordered off, they were heckled, yelled at, but they wouldn't get off. The Music Co-Op kids shut off the sound on the stage and the housing security officers moved in but this bunch kept on."

Allin and his band were finally forced out of the snack bar, police were called and statements were taken from students who were present.

Last weekend, Allin's car was stopped in southern Illinois near St. Louis by U.S. Secret Service agents who had been checking contacts made recently with John Hinckley, the man who attempted to assassinate former President Ronald Reagan.

Heath said Allin had tried to contact Hinckley. When federal officers ran Allin's name through the national law computer network, they discovered the Ann Arbor warrants. Allin was transported to the Cook County Jail in Chicago and local Ann Arbor police were notified.

He waived extradition.

In court Wednesday, Allin demanded a preliminary examination on the charge of assault with intent to do great bodily harm less than murder. He also pleaded not guilty to the misdemeanor charges of indecent exposure and assault and battery.

Judge S.J. Elden scheduled the examination on the felony charge for Sept. 20 and a pre-trial date of Sept. 26 for the misdemeanors.

Attorneys were appointed to represent him. Elden remanded Allin to the County Jail when he was unable to post a $10,000 cash bond on the felony or a $250 bond on the misdemeanors.


William B. Treml

 

His Funeral


Hey, have you heard of GG Allin? He died a couple years ago of a heroin overdose. For about 15 years he was the most aggressive, extreme, hated punk rocker on the planet - and the reputation was well deserved. The music he put out was not exactly well produced, but it's power was immense. The best cd to get is "Dirty Love Songs", which is a collection from many of his bands. The following is the tale of his funeral...

GG Allin's funeral - I was there less than two months after meeting the guy. Now, we all knew he wasn't going to die of old age and we all knew it wouldn't be an ordinary service, but I wasn't quite prepared for that I saw. The band's drummer was drawing on GG's leg with a magic marker. The body was dressed in his leather jacket and a jockstrap that said "Eat Me". He held a microphone in one hand and a jug of Jim Beam in the other. Everyone was hammered. When the beer ran out, people wrenched the jug from his arms to swig from it. GG looked like hell.

There were gouges and scars everywhere and he was discolored, and frankly, starting to go bad after five days. He was leaking embalming fluid noticeable. One girl put her underwear on his face. Other people were putting stickers on the casket, pushing pills and liquor into GG's mouth, having their smiling pictures taken up by his face, taking his **** out and playing with it.. the works. It was as though everyone ELSE was finally having THEIR way with HIM. The parlor director thought it was a scream. Most common phrase of the night had to be, "He woulda" wanted it this way."

At a convenience store afterwards, a clerk overheard us talking about what we'd seen and asked "where the hell WHERE you?" We told her a wake, "WHOSE wake?" We told her, but GG didn't ring a bell.. "You know, Kevin?"" "Oh, Kevin! OK, that makes sense. Say.. was Al Chappel there?" We told her he was. "He hung my cat, you know." We said, "What, back in the Jabbers days.. '79-ish?" "No, just last week!" This guy must be almost 40 now and still hangs cats.

At graveside the next day, the drummer stepped up to the ditch and told those in attendance, "The Lunachicks are number one. They were my husband, and he (GG Allin) was my wife. Thank you." He then went into a sort of interpretive art-dance in his gray hot pants and t-shirt. We noticed him looking solemn at the end, and asked if he was OK, "I shoulda' mentioned that Caprice parked on the hill up there, because Chevys number one, too. I used to have a van."

If you are not familiar with the legend of GG Allin, it may be tempting to dismiss this story as totally fabricated bullshit similar to the Jim Morrison article in this section, but the joke's on you - this story is true.

This article was written by Joe Coughlin. The HEATHEN WORLD originally printed "GG's Funeral" with the Joe's permission in the zine "Pretentious ****". The article also appeared in the way-cool ABUSE magazine, #4. ABUSE / PO BOX 684272 / Austin, TX 78768-4272. Joe is currently working on GG Allin's authorized biography and looking for a book publisher. Interested parties can contact him at P.O. Box 153 / Back Bay Annex, Boston, MA 02117.

 

anybody who knows who gg allin was knows this...i'm confused

 

GG was pretty much the baddest Mother Focker ever.
Quote: I'm not into politic's, I don't write love songs.
I like to Drink, Fight and Fu(K!
He makes the ramones look like the beatles.