March 25, 2006
Security Mothers
The Toe Stubber usually stays an arm’s length away from political commentary. There are plenty of places all over the Web where you can get your deeply held cultural cliches validated - nobody needs to know what I really think about gay marriage except me and my box turtle. 
However, one of my favorite purveyors of snarkis politicus happened to write something recently that relates to the music scene, so it’s fittin’. Making my internet rounds the other day, I read this essay by L.E.S.-boy-makes-good Roy Edroso about security, danger, lameness and rock ‘n’ roll. It’s depressing, meaning it’s true.
Roy used to be in NYC’s the Reverb Motherfuckers (story here, here, here and here) and was also once wed to my pal Sally from the Honeymoon Killers. When I met him way back in the day, I had no clue he was such a good writer. But he’s learned some smart lessons, and the truth of his point really pisses me off. As once-excited music fans get older and deader and more brittle, and start legislating suffocating boredom upon the younger generations, they ought to remember just what they paved over in their new-age law enforcing zeal.
Rick at 5:47 pm
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That’s funny- I’ve come across Alicublog befor but never realized it was connected to a member of the Reverb MFers. I seem to remember a lefty blog done by a member of the God’s Bullies (??). Speaking of the RMFers, I remember the name well but don’t think I had any of their records ever except for that Scum Rock comp. Why not put up a track or two to preserve the sanctity of dangerous r’n'r??
Comment by G Ñ March 28, 2006 @ 5:53 am
G: That’s a good idear. I will attempt that.
Comment by Rick Ñ March 28, 2006 @ 8:14 am
Rick:
Well said.
At least in my experience here in Los Angeles, the advent of the “safe and sane” show began in the early 90’s after a TLC show at the Palladium.
Apparently there were so many spent casings in the parking lot, you’d think you were at a pistol range.
Ever since that fateful night of love songs, gunplay, and body bags, EVERY time I went to see a band, I found myself walking through metal detectors, emptying my pockets, and being patted down by off-duty LAPD cops in day-glo windbreakers…
When you’re getting the LAX treatment at an ANGRY SAMOANS show, something is seriously wrong…
Comment by Cletus Nelson Ñ April 25, 2006 @ 8:56 pm