Homeless! Homeless! Homeless!
The skaters that I hung out with all had a perverse and overdeveloped sense of irony. These kids listened to all kinds of cool stuff, though. I probably never would have heard DRI if my friend hadn’t made me the ultimate crossover mixtape to appologize for the time his mom (a nurse) accidentally hit a vein while changing an IV and made me almost bleed to death. These dudes also had a huge hard-on for goofy shit like Mojo Nixon and Skatemaster Tate, too — and that’s pretty much how I approached Old Skull when I got my hands on Get Outta School. The idea of a bunch of prepubescent punks seemed like such a joke then, even to my prepubesecent self. Now that I’m an old fart who thinks that Stuff on My Cat is the epitome of funny, it seems like a really cute and earnest joke. Except for the part about the Toulon brothers’ father (the band’s svengali) going homeless and more-or-less dying on the streets of Madison. The kids seem like they’ve done ok for themselves: Jamie is currently playing legitimate crust punk in Doomsday Cauldron, while J.P. does vocals for a really weird IDM/ quasi-black metal project called Planned Collapse. But when I look into their eyes, I still see sadness:
Old Skull, “Homeless”
March 18th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
I remember a friend who witnessed them at a cmj show summer of ‘88- they were on a bill with big chief and the laughing hyenas- telling me it was like watching little kids encouraged by their stage parents to throw an artificial fit: kinda creepy he thought
March 20th, 2008 at 2:15 pm
I think two of these kids wound up playing in Naked Aggression as well in the 90’s!
March 21st, 2008 at 5:53 pm
man, i love Stuff On My Cat and I Can Has Cheezburger! i could spend all day looking at cat pictures on the interweb.