Shirt: Filth - Live the Chaos
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Source: Cleary you have heard me speak many times on here about how i grew up going to the East Bay / Gilman St. every weekend to go see shows. Filth was one of those bands that was on every bill. Filth, Blatz, Samiam, Monsula, Green Day, Mr. T Experience, Fifteen. Every show was some amalgamation of that line up. then when a band was touring through, say NOFX, or Bad Religion, you just add them in as headliner.
Now Filth wasnt known as “Crustcore” back then, or to me they weren’t. they were just gutter punks. for those of you who don’t know what a gutter punk is, they are the ones with leopard print hairdos, lots of patches and safety pins. there will be a few chains going on, maybe a stray dog or cat for a pet (to help with panhandling sales). the biggest trait of a gutter punk however is the smell, that fine aroma that can only be achieved by the absence of deodorant and a week + without showering. as we would drive by then in Berkeley we wold often try to gross each other out by playing the “HOW MUCH WOULD IT TAKE GAME” which usually consist of one round of how much would it take to go down on that girl NO SHOWER BEFORE? Then we would all get that dry heave choke feelign in out throat and move on to finding a parking spot.
The last Filth show i think i remember attending Was Filth/Blatz/ Green Day At Gilman. i think it was Filths last show or BLatz i forget. I do remember the singer form BLatz took off his clothes and sang in the nude though. I on the other hand had idle hands. saw a stack of SF Weekly papers, so i picked them up and threw them all in the air. i made it rain newspaper. then everyone in the place started throwing anything and everything they could find. shirts, couch cushions, spit, drinks..it was funny, funny that i instigate this giant trash war. but it was their last song, so it kinda finished out there set with a bang. afterwards people came out to sweep up a giant 8ft file of garbage on the floor before green day could come on.
man those were the days. these days you wouldn’t catch me at a crust-core show even in a human condom. how the times have changed.