Photo: Kevin Scanlon
Never in my life would I have imagined the day where I wrote a 500 word profile on someone that I grew up listening to. A couple of years ago, I only knew Alice Bag through my brother’s milk crates filled with vinyl compilations where she was featured in, in particular Dangerhouse, Vol. 1., played over and over, and over again.
It is now with great honor that I present to all of you, my profile of her for this year’s LA Weekly People Issue!
Alice Bag: She Was a Punk Before You Were a Punk.
I would like to thank Nancy Marie Arteaga and Lalo Alcaraz for having me as a semi-regular guest on KPFK’s Pocho Hour of Power and making our friendship possible!
(top image from wearyourimage.com)
I woke up yesterday to find a couple of my stories published for two different publications.
One was a painstaking thousand worder on the up and coming East LA health food consciousness for Zocalo Public Square. It took a couple of weeks to research and finish, who knows how many homework-eating hours…
The other was a five hundred word quickie punk rock show review on The Bouncing Souls show for LA Weekly. Show reviews usually require me to stay up ’til 4:30 AM to finish, the latest has been 6:30 AM (deadline for show reviews are 8 AM the same day for most daily entertainment blogs). I had class at 11:30 AM the next morning.
This was the first time two of my stories were published on the same day — it was kind of a trip. To see the type of stuff I am writing now and the sheer amount of time I dedicate to them (regardless of the often insubstantial pay) and how it is so different than the simple stuff I started out with almost six years ago when I was sixteen.
It has made me realize that if I really do want to make it in this career and finish school anytime soon, I’m going to have to let go of my love for sleep and many coming of aging memory milestones usually associated with mindless youth (aka. getting too stoned/drunk, acting gay with the homiez, etc.) I already don’t sleep enough and don’t catch as many gay bluff’s with as I once did so it’s not that bad.
Like Henry Rollins, a dear role model and now fellow LA Weekly Music writer colleague said in his column, “sleep is the cousin of death.”
Here is another bonus story for my “Anarchy in East L.A” piece that I wrote for West Coast Sound, the LA Weekly music blog.
Last week I wrote about movers and shakers on the current East L.A. backyard scene, but there’s a long line of great and influential bands that paved the way for the sub-culture. Don’t get me wrong, bands like The Brat and Los Illegals were pretty awesome, but their greatness is better documented, and, besides, I hear that backyards weren’t really their primary outlet.
Here, then, are five badass bands who haven’t gotten the recognition they deserve. This list includes significant groups from the ’80s up until the present. Most of them don’t really play shows anymore, but they’ll occasionally get together for old time’s sake. (Note: Thanks to East L.A. punk historian Jimmy Alvarado for his generous help putting this list together.)
Check out my actual hand picked list on their blog, complete with youtube videos!
Growing up in the East L.A., it seemed like everyone tried to form a punk band. Even I did. The scene goes through bands quickly, as kids graduate high school and get into metal, thrash or New York style hardcore. But there are a proud few that have evolved musically without forgetting their roots.
Here is my personal list of the top five East Los Angeles punk bands that play backyards. It wasn’t easy to compile; after all, lots of groups claim East L.A. for street cred, but aren’t even from the ‘hood! Disgusting right? So, I did my research. (On Monday look for my top five East L.A. punk bands of all time.)
To find out the bands, check out my bonus article on the LA Weekly Music Blog!
Well, I finally made the freelancing leap over to LA Weekly.
This is kind of my be my dream freelancing job that I never thought I could accomplish. Who would of thought? Me? Writing professionally about punk rock? Well, dreams do come true I guess. Ok, it’s not as easy as it sounds…trust! I stayed up until 5 AM working on this sucker for you guys. And well, a show feels different when you are jotting down notes and snapping hundreds of pictures instead of getting drunk and crowd surfing in the pit. But nonetheless, I love every single thing about it and would not change anything about my current position in life. I am ready for anything and I am finally ready for this new responsibility.
Thank you to all my homies who supported me over the years and to the never ending cycles of rebellious youth who never fail to refresh my own pledge to stay punk.
Now, without further adieu, I present to you all my review for The Casualties, JFA and Angry Samoans show last night!
By Javier Cabral
The Casualties, Angry Samoans and JFA
House of Blues
Better Than…staying home and getting ready for the first day of school.
What happens when you bring together the most fundamental old school and new school punk rock bands from both the East and West coast? World-class, rebellious fun! And one of the best venue-hosted punk shows I’ve been to in a while.
The lineup of bands seemed almost too good to be true. But The Casualties are an alternative music force to be reckoned with, often among the first bands a young punk falls in love with. Having them play a show with some of California’s top, integral ’80s hardcore bands was a great idea. This show had actually been sold out a week prior, but that didn’t stop many determined punks from still finding a way to get inside somehow. Everyone seemed to have a soft spot for the New York-born “street punk” band, a style known for its exceptionally fast, loud riffs and raw verbiage.
It’s technically on the LA Weekly music blog, West Coast Sound, so click on this sentence to read the rest of it.