Friday, December 26, 2008

THE LONESOME DEATH OF GG ALLIN


There was an innate sweetness to him that a lot of people missed, mostly due to all the shit-eating and the sexual assaults, but what they failed to realize was that he never did anything to anyone that he wouldn’t first do to himself. The band had gotten through three whole songs that night before the mic stopped working because GG kept punching people in the head with that hand and the promoter flipped out about all the nudity and the blood. So GG ended up walking the streets of New York City naked, filthy and alone, or at least as alone as you can be with a flock of vulture voyeurs circling just far enough away to safely watch and laugh. Eventually all the drugs he took earlier kicked in or he just became tired, finally tired, so he settled in on someone’s floor to quietly die while his hosts took pictures posing with his rapidly cooling corpus. Who did he imagine held him as he drifted away? Who did he dream palpated his dirty, distended asshole to soothe him to sleep? It would be silly to suggest that GG died for us because he never did anything for anyone other than himself, but there is an undeniable human function served by those who demarcate the edge as they plunge headlong across it into the black.



3 comments:

Jason Gusmann said...

this was kind of a failure. i just couldn't strike the right tone between obscenity and tenderness. ah well. it's a new year on thursday. it's 2009, so let a man come in and do the popcorn. nothing but remixes and mash-ups for a couple of months. uh yeah.

kek-w said...

"Who did he imagine held him as he drifted away?" I well, I thought that was a really powerful and touching line...

Jason Gusmann said...

many thanks, kek, but the next jarring line about his asshole really tipped the sweetness/obscenity scale and i couldn't find a way to tip it back. but still, if i got you with one line, its much better than none. always appreciated.