Jam Shtik To Do For Gigs
February 13, 2004
9 Comments

Shit on my prick, ten years later

The last day of GG, via Monkeyfilter.

My best friend was at this show. She met him afterward and shook his shit-encrusted hand. She mentioned that his girlfriend had two black eyes. They chatted amiably and he told her, "Well, I'd love to talk some more, but the thing I love most about NYC is how easy it is to score." And off he went into the night.

(Here's his grave, btw)

Posted by Dana at 02:51 PM

Comments

Ummm...I realize that I was pretty hammered when you told me this story, but you said that you were at that show. on acid, IIRC. Of course you were.

Posted by: jonmc at February 13, 2004 02:54 PM

Shh, jonmc. Don't out me as a GG Allin fan!

Posted by: dana at February 13, 2004 03:13 PM

Ok, just so long as you don't the cat out of thebag about my bic banana costume fetish.

Posted by: jonmc at February 13, 2004 03:25 PM

I think we were all quite surprised at GG's very untimely demise. I guess that God wanted him to do his work up there in heaven.

I, for one, look forward to hearing him jam with Jimi and Janis on Gypsy Motherfucker when those pearly gates swing wide for me.

Posted by: n/c at February 13, 2004 03:27 PM

Whatever, like they let babyfuckers like *you* into heaven, n/c.

Posted by: dana at February 13, 2004 03:34 PM

*sigh*

I guess I'll be all alone on my little pink cloud playing "Eleanor Rigby" on my out-of-tune harp.

Posted by: jonmc at February 13, 2004 03:42 PM

Someone hasn't read her Leviticus. Baby fuckers like me totally get to park in the handicapped spaces in heaven.

Posted by: n/c at February 13, 2004 03:46 PM

"stick it...in your mouth...no!...don't take it out! suck it, suck it, suckit, suckit, suckit, suckit...hard candy cock! hard candy prick! hard candy stick! stick it...in your mouth..." [it's all lyrically circular after that.]

we often forget how subtle GG's work really was. how it so tenderly sets up the contrast between the honest nastiness of livin' and our fabricated, delusional belief in some white/clean world in which we, the "normals", pretend that we don't, in fact, have scabs on our dicks.

Posted by: hard-candy reeves at February 13, 2004 03:54 PM

Mine organ hath no scabs. Only freckles.

Posted by: jonmc at February 13, 2004 03:56 PM