the only validation i need about the life choices i make is from myself fuck everybody else
Suicidals, BPO, LADS
Came across this article on LA punk gangs in the 80s. Deep as hell at one point, some were predominantly white, but many were racially mixed. Though killings weren’t nearly as common as so-called major league gangs, most of these dudes would get down with just about anyone at any time.
Article focuses on LADS (Los Angeles Death Squad), Suicidals (Venice, SM), Burbank Punk Org (later became Burbank Primeros), FFF (Fight For Freedom), Circle One, Vicious Cirle (OC).
Shout out to some of the other gangs from that era SxR (Sacred Reich), KAOS (Kids Against our System), West Side Crazies (West LA), Gardena Dogtown Stoners, La Mirada Punks, Gumbys, Beer Nuts, and a bunch of others i forgot, or never heard of
http://www.rvca.com/g/anp-quarterly Pages 57-67
“Mi resi conto presto quale era la musica che loro trovavano forte e anch’io subito dopo stavo appresso a quella musica: David Bowie e roba così. Per me i ragazzi che conoscevo erano loro stessi delle star. Da dietro erano tutti dei David Bowie in originale, anche se avevano solo sedici anni.
Non succedeva più niente. Fino a quella mattina in cui andai alla metropolitana e vidi che dovunque si stavano attaccando dei manifesti. Erano manifesti pazzescamente pop. Sopra c’era scritto: «David Bowie viene a Berlino». Non riuscivo a capacitarmi. David Bowie era il nostro idolo solitario, il più stupendo di tutti. La sua musica era la migliore. Tutti volevano assomigliare a lui. E finalmente veniva a Berlino.”
— Christiane F., dal libro “Christiane F. Noi, i ragazzi dello zoo di Berlino”.
“I defy any pretty girl who is rocketed to stardom in a sex nymphette role to stay on a level path. Lolitaexposed me to temptations no girl of that age should undergo. From the time I was about 16, I’d go totally wacko, totally crazy, for about three months at a time, then go into such deep depressions that I wouldn’t even leave the house to go to the grocery store.
I hate the spotlight, I hate people looking at me, I don’t like strangers asking me questions. I like to be left alone. I enjoy my security, my safeness with a private life. I was once on a television show, a talk show. My brother had just died two days before that. The interviewer opens his show by saying – and now I was 16 years old – he said, ‘Did your brother kill himself because you played Lolita?’ I didn’t say a thing. I got up and I walked off. I couldn’t even dignify that. I had no words. That’s typical of the reason that I can’t be a movie star. I never could.
Am I going to be Lolita when I’m 50? Much as I appreciated Lolita in her day, I’d like to leave her now.”
-Sue Lyon, after her early retirement from films (photo via Chicago Sun-Times, 1962)