HATED

Okay, so John and I watched the documentary about GG Allin and the Murder Junkies.

I read about it on a friend’s blog, and being a white, repressed, suburban, rich, conformist girl from the North Shore, anything that is not like me is fascinating. So I rented it, from the Netflix.

GG Allin was in a band called the Murder Junkies back in the 80’s. And they were punk rocky and weird and dark and scary and GG Allin did all these gross things. He pooped on stage and ate it and flung it around and drank pee and threatened to murder himself on stage a number of times, but never did. He was a drug addict and a fuck up and was big on not conforming.

He died in early 1990 of a heroin overdose.

Watching him was so weird, so many different feelings. First off, we laughed, cause what else do you do. He definitely makes you feel uncomfortable enough to do nothing but laugh. Then as he moves forward, or stays still, or whatever it is GG Allin does, I started to get annoyed with him. He swears he doesn’t care what people think. Right. Sure you don’t. You eat poop cause you feel like it. If that were true, you’d be in your room eating poop, not on stage in front of 10 nerdy guys eating poop. Give me a break. I read somewhere that a reviewer said it was funnier than Spinal Tap. And in some ways it is, no way this guy is serious and if he is, he’s so over the top he’s satirizing himself.

Then there’s some sort of weird envy. Only because he is doing what everyone else is not. Now, I don’t want to be eating poop (it’s a common phrase in this blog entry, but it’s GG Allins fault, not mine), but he goes on and on about he’s not following anyone’s rules, he can run at a moments notice, he can do whatever he wants. And he can, and he does.

I think more fascinating was GG’s drummer who was so strung out on what must have been acid, he’s completely quiet and sweet and makes very little sense, and when he does its as if he’s the wisest man in the world. He kinda just wanders around naked.

I’d like to write more about GG’s brother, who is the epitome of fake creativity, strange looking, just to look strange. Bah. Someday I’ll get into that and how it ties in to the New York art/theater scene, we’ll leave that for another day.

What it comes down to is that whole idea of just because you do something outrageous, does that make it art? As far as I can tell, GG Allin was not making art, he was making doody, but he was doing something very few people do.

Eh…go rent it, it’s only an hour.