New Youth Productions – Fanzine Hemorrhage

Creep #5 from Fall 1980 would come to be the final issue of this now-venerated San Francisco punk fanzine, a publication we’ve previously explored here and here. It doesn’t appear they knew that at the time, but I do sense a bit of “drift” in this one, as it’s a smorgasbord of opinion, rants, “just asking questions” essays, interviews and scene reports. Of course this might describe any punk fanzine of the era, but the only real unifier here in the previously cohesive Creep is the highly unifying presence of Flipper, a band whose self-destructiveness and contempt for the rudiments of “show business” was legendary, and is recognized as such in real time in this issue.

What I sense here is editors Mickey Creep and Mark Creep effectively letting anyone write about and/or contribute just about anything, which, in its totality, helps provide me with what I’d imagine to be the state of the San Francisco underground at the time. There’s a lot of scene navel-gazing here, and I love it. “Western Fraud” is about the corporatization of the Western Front festival and the fact that the 1980s edition allowed in some new wave bands and some venues with legendarily moronic bouncers. Here’s a flyer for the 1979 version, and a tough-to-read 1980 version, featuring shows by “Bill Graham Presents”. Creep, not an overtly or at least over-the-top political ‘zine, except when Jello Biafra is writing for them, seems to be mostly concerned with keeping punks from selling out as well as from eating each other alive.

The editorial magnanimity in allowing one writer to praise Brian Ferry at length and another to do a free-form piece extolling Roky Erickson is a nice surprise. James Koetting in his Ferry piece at least has the good sense to recognize that the jig was up when Flesh and Blood came out. The New Youth collective, which I was just talking about the other day, get a post-mortem that features Caitlin Hines prominently, and is probably the best overview you’ll find on the intra-scene dynamics and backbiting that came from putting on punk shows outside of the established clubs at this time. There’s a long interview with Paul Rat as well that adds yet another layer to the same. (for fun, here’s a 1979 phone call between Rat and Black Randy you might want to spend 9 minutes with).

The Flipper interview is, by turns, hilarious and even a little shocking. The amount of drugs and alcohol these boys put away at the time – well, now that I’m a fifty-something dad, I want to stage an intervention to at least to keep Will Shatter alive a little longer. (“Beautiful Boy”). Shatter has some collage art in here that’s excellent as well. Some deep intelligence, casual racism, complex theory and general chaos comes to the fore in this interview, and clearly there’s a small chunk of San Francisco that’s become totally enraptured with the band during the previous year. And hey, we lost Bruce Loose this year, but Ted Falconi is still with us, folks!

The Dead Kennedys have just come back from their first tour of England, and there’s a great piece about how incredibly bleak things are over there, both in the punk scene – then morphing into oi – and otherwise. Jello is startled by the fact that in the UK, so many of the kids coming to see them want him to sign something, and how even performers like him are treated like untouchable gods – except to spit on during the show, of course. A Crass piece makes similar points about England and of course extols all the ways they’ll likely be making it better. Olga deVolga from Vs. gets to rant about the scene and show off her general anger, and breaks the news that Vs. will be “merging” with Seattle’s The Lewd to form a new band called – The Lewd. There’s a long conceptual piece about Bill Griffith and his Zippy the Pinhead comic, which was quite popular with local weirdos well into the 1990s and still endures to this day. Careful connoisseurs of all the garbage I’ve written might recall the Kurt Cobain/Zippy connection I wrote about here.

There’s even a crossword puzzle with questions like, “Who taught the Cramps their songs?”, “Anarchy in the __”, and “Ted, Will, Bruce and Steve are ____”. (I told you everything comes back to Flipper in this one). We could go on and on picking this one apart, and I’d like to, but let me conclude by giving a huge kudo and shout-out to Creep #5 for being the only contemporaneous fanzine I’ve ever seen that wrote about the Fuckin’ Flyin’ A-Heads while they were still around (though it appears Touch and Go may have as well!). If you know, you know. Not merely a review of the 45, but a brief chat, which talks about their move to San Francisco from Honolulu. This might be why I found my cheap copy of “Swiss Cheese Back” at Record Vault in SF in the late 1980s, a glorious banner day that was subsequently undercut by my poor decision to sell the same single on eBay ten years later.

One of the great tabloid fanzines of all time, Damage published thirteen issues in San Francisco from 1979 to 1981. I’ve had the pleasure of talking with you in this forum about it before: Damage #6 and Damage #7. Now let’s take a peek at the very first issue, Damage #1 from June 1979, even if it does have Jello Biafra on the cover. Trust me, my copy wasn’t “complimentary”, as you can see stamped along the top here, but it leads me to believe that my copy belonging to a previous owner once was.

There seems to be a real coalescence of smart and driven people around the San Francisco underground music scene in 1979, not merely a bunch of dimwit punks. They’ve all been given a place to congregate in the pages of Damage #1. There’s billboard artist “DA”, provided with this sobriquet as a cover for his real name, due to his public vandalism of billboards and corporate buildings. This includes putting up a series of large posters that say, “Rich..? Boring…? Then you soon may be dead unless you contribute to the new wave revolution. Send money today = be spared tomorrow”. An address at 626 Post Street is helpfully provided. He also created confrontational machine-based visual art and displayed it in public spaces, like a gas station, making me think he might very well be Mark Pauline, or someone within his orbit. Though I doubt Mark Pauline would have given much thought to fomenting a “new wave revolution”.

Another great interview is with Robert Hanrahan, manager of The Offs and Dead Kennedys, and a guy who put on shows at San Francisco’s legendary Deaf Club. (Robert is now Daphne Hanrahan). The club is struggling with fire regulations, police presence, and with quality-of-life cleanup issues on Valencia Street. Mayor Dianne Feinstein is referred to as “the Queen of Hearts”, in reference to a legendary mocking magazine cover that I unfortunately can’t find reference to on the internet. She was reviled by the punks. Hanrahan complains about people trying to piggyback on the club’s notoriety and/or get in for free: “We’ve had people come to the club and flash New West press passes, and we say, okay that’ll be three dollars. And they’re shocked – ‘but we can write about you, we can give you all kinds of publicity’….one night Black Randy came to the door and announced, ‘Black Randy, party of twelve’. I said ‘Black Randy, party of none, it’s three bucks apiece’. He was flipped. We let him in, and a half hour later two guys were carrying him out because he had passed out in the bathroom”.

Now if you’ve done even the tiniest bit of cursory reading about the late 70s San Francisco punk scene, you surely know who Dirk Dirksen is. The interview with him here is fantastic. The interviewer comes at him repeatedly and rather lamely with every Mabuhay Gardens controversy du jour – ticket prices ($4.50 on weekends instead of $3!); whether he’s enriching himself from the Mabuhay (he is not); “a lot of people resent the way you act on stage”, and so on. The final question is “Someone asked me to ask you if it’s true you hate punks”. Dirkson replies, “I only love myself. I don’t know any punks, but those pseudo-punks that come to the Mabuhay, I certainly like them”. Read an entire book about him here.

Damage #1 also talks to bands, I assure you. There’s a rare one with The Urge, an all-female band that included Jean Caffeine, who did New Dezezes fanzine (which I wrote about here and here) a year or two before this band, and who, along with her bandmates, went to Washington High in the Richmond (two members are still there at the time of this interview). There’s a talk with No Sisters, a band of brothers, all of whom wear nerd glasses. There are strange utterings from Coum Transmissions, i.e. the Throbbing Gristle folks, a collective very popular with a certain San Francisco archetype of the era, as you may well know. Craig and Alice from The Bags do a perfunctory Q&A, and MX-80 Sound, who’ve just moved to SF from Bloomington, IN, get their own small grilling here.

Just to give the proper context, may I please continue? There’s an interview with Nervous Gender, a photo essay of “A Day at Home with Sally Mutant”, and a piece on filmmaker George Kuchar. Jello Biafra gets a column to spout his nonsense; John and Exene from X give a short interview, decorated with some phenomenal band action shots. The women from Noh Mercy talk about the blowback to “Caucasian Guilt”, and about some of their difficult live shows, such as the one in LA at Madame Wong’s where the highly touchy madame took exception to them wearing kimonos on stage, and for being women in the first place, then banned them from ever playing there again. There’s an LA gossip column from someone named “Jane’s Plane” and an SF gossip column by Ginger Coyote, who put out the fairly weak fanzine Punk Globe and was later in the execrable White Trash Debutantes.

Yeah, all of that….and even more. I really dug the interview with the folks behind New Youth Productions, who put on a legendary grassroots Clash/Zeros/Negative Trend show on 2/8/79 and ruffled a ton of industry feathers in the process. There’s much more about Caitlin Hines from New Youth in my own Dynamite Hemorrhage #8, which you can read here. So as I said at the outset here, tons of energy, spit and vinegar in San Francisco at the time, and you really couldn’t capture it a whole lot better than Damage #1 did.