Kids of Widney High
Bigsby’s, Jan. 5th 2004
Ok. I’ve been asked to do the Kids of Widney High review.
Those of you who are familiar with this group and are familiar
with my style of writing are probably thinking; Oh Shit, here
we go. Chad Holt is writing a review on the retarded band.
Well, I may have thought so myself prior to attending the
show, but I assure you that now I’m a huge fan.
First of all, I’m not sure what the situation is with
the majority of the “kids” in the band. For one
thing, most of them seem like they are in their late teens
or early twenties at least. Secondly, they don’t act
any different than most of you fuckers out on Red River, and
their band is at least twice as good as yours. Their enthusiasm
is unmatched by any band I have seen play in town in a long,
long time. On top of this, their songs fucking rocked.
Get Busy”, their opening number is totally awesome,
setting the pace for the rest of the show. The guy who fronts
this song (they use alternating front men from the choir itself)
is a complete fucking badass, and I would do anything to have
him in my band. Other hits included “I Make My Teacher
Mad”, and “Insects” which may have been
called “Better Watch Out Or The Insects Will Get You.”
I’m not even kidding when I tell you I want The Gun
Totin’ Meateaters to cover this, ok? It’s the
best punk rock song I’ve ever seen performed live.
The kids of Widney High are playing twice more this week before
this article will actually come out, but I am calling all
of my friends to tell them to go to the show. Never miss these
guys if you get a chance.
first mistake on Sunday, January 4 was to make eye contact
with Wendy WWAD at Ed's Cucaracha. I should have known that
she would bully me into writing a revue for this show. But
when she gets that look it's usually best to just do what
she says and get the fuck out of the way. So I aborted my
plan to duck out and go catch Complete Control over at Emo's.
I'm glad I did.
If you've been to "the roach" you've no doubt wondered
about the stability of the rotting masonry archway at the
top of the stairs leading up to the second level. During the
Krum Bums set I chose not to stand under it. That's because
I would not have been surprised if these fuckers literally
made the roof cave in. In fact, I was planning for it. People
were hanging from the rafters. Really.
The Krum Bums, all surly swagger and mohawks and leather and
spikes, sounded like shit. Did that matter? Absolutely not.
These guys are one of those bands that don't need to sound
good, as long as they're loud. That's because their real strength
lies in their ability to work a crowd and whip it into a frenzy.
It didn't hurt that the The Bulemics delivered a blistering
little set beforehand. But the Krum Bums seem to be able to
create chaos wherever they go. They even have their own house
dedicated to it. If you've been there you know what I'm talking
about. If not, go when you get the chance (if you bring booze
you will be VERY popular).
So was it a good Krum Bums show? No, it was an average Krum
Bums show. But here's the good news: a mediocre evening with
the Krum Bums is better than a good day fishing, and you'll
never find so many trashy looking women on a riverbank.
P. S. My second mistake, of course, was standing near Trans
Am. Note to Trans Am: The next time you leap off of a table
for a little crowd surfing please make sure that 1)the crowd
consists of more than two people and, 2) they're looking up.
Against The Rebellion
Lamar Pedestrian bridge
from The Rise called me late Monday evening as I was pondering
sleep. “We go on in about 30 minutes but there’ll
be others playing too,” he said hastily, “We might
get arrested or fined or both. It’ll be fun.”
It was a surprise punk show on the Lamar pedestrian bridge.
I hung up, grabbed a hat and camera and ran out the door.
Upon arrival, it was organized as I expected. Battered sound
equipment was everywhere and kids wheeled clumsy amps across
Mike Ruiz from Totally Wreck, a group of friends and artists
who threw the event together, told me why they did this. “We’re
pissed about what Austin’s become,” said Ruiz.
They were tired of the normal punk scene.
I asked Will Wolfe of Toruokada why they didn’t simply
get permission from the city, rather than risking fines. “I
don’t want to get a permit just to break the rules,”
he said. I felt stupid for asking.
Clearly, this arctic night was punk at its most pure and rebellion
at its most passionate. This was youthful exuberance. Thank
God it still exists.
Toruokada started first. It was hard to hear how they wanted
to sound. The cold warped instruments out of tune and the
bridge wasn’t made for acoustics. They screamed and
were noisy, but they had sincerity.
The Rise quickly followed. Considering the conditions, they
sounded good. The freezing crowd sang along and was responsive.
However, the band was too cold to play long and they knew
they weren’t sounding their best. It was a short and
respectful three-song set.
Immediately after, Who’s Jealous heralded themselves
with smoke machines, strobe lights and bullhorns. I can say
with every ounce of sincerity that they embodied the spirit
of the evening.
had monstrous cabinets powered by tiny practice amps. The
overworked amps blew 30 seconds into their set. Meanwhile,
an abused cymbal stand cracked and fell broken to the ground.
It was a beautiful failure.
The police finally arrived at the end to break up the party.
Honestly, I was hoping for violence and pepper spray. However,
the officers were disappointingly gentle and even made fun
of themselves by pretending to goose step like Nazis. It was
all a joke now. It was over.
The show was the most fun I’ve had in a while. If your
lucky enough to know the defiant guys at Totally Wreck you
might get to attend their rebellious events. Otherwise, you’ll
make due with the conventional punk rock you’ve learned
People always complain about Austin getting bigger, but we are
lucky to have our newest resident, Guy Heller. Best known by
the name Dickie Moist, a name he acquired as the lead singer
for the Moistboyz, Guy has wasted no time in starting a new,
Austin-based band. His new band, the American Militants, should
be going into the studio soon. I sat down with Guy recently
for an interview about music, Moistboyz, Militants and moving.
So, tell me about the ad in the cover
of Moistboyz III? Was that for real?
We ran that in the L.A. Times and got answers from Japan.
We thought we would get laughed off the face of the earth
before we got signed.
What was recording with the Moistboyz
It seemed too easy to record. I don’t record these poetic
lyrics. It’s moron jargon. The music was made so people
could drive to it, like what do I want to hear in my car.
It was basic beats. We are the easiest cover band. Don’t
get me wrong, (Mickie Ween)’s a genius, a real rock
genius. Some people try to be different, but don’t get
it. Beethoven was different, the first rock star. He did things
different. Mick’s the same.
But, you could not unplug us, like MTV. It would be the most
boring. Maybe three out of sixty songs at the most. Nirvana,
their stuff is so melodic and made for that. We’re like
two downstrokes, like Metallica downstrokes.
What direction do you want to go with
your new (unnamed) band?
The sound I have – I have four bands and a different
sound for each. I resist being Dickie Moist for this band.
That whole concept – I’ve rarely been a powerhouse
across the board. I grew up in the 70’s-bluesy-I’ve
been accused of wanting to be black.
Mickey – I let him start the music and by the time he’s
done then my lyrics are done. (Guy demonstrates his buildup
of lyrical ideas.)
I’m a jester and the band is responsible. They’re
responsible for me.
You’ve said before that your
dad had a lot of influence on you. Could you go into detail
My father showed me a world most can only experience in movies.
He was a bisexual junkie who hustled money and played harder
than dead rock stars. He was an absolute rock and roll suicide.
He and his contemporaries turned me onto rock and roll at
a very young age. Sex, drugs and rock and roll – that
was my life at home, at a time when it was very dangerous.
My dad gave me every musical taste, and explained in detail
the importance of all of it. He was an aficionado of life,
but had a genius dark side, and a careless side which killed
him. Music was his salvation, rock especially. I have not
to this date met anyone as rock and roll. Also, he was adept
at leather and woodcraft. His work ethic was impeccable.
Iggy Pop had the idea of a new kind
Since then people have been telling me I rip him off. My father
was a huge Iggy and Ziggy fan. I decided for a couple of bands
I didn’t like what my dad liked. I was a member of KISS’s
Rock and roll is – Paul Stanley said it best when he
said “If you don’t understand the obvious humor
of what we do, you have no business listening to rock and
I did everything I could to avoid the Beatles and English
rock and the hype on that band. I avoided sounding like that
as much as possible. I wanted to sound American, purely American.
You know what sounds American, the Doors and the Dead. Purely
Rock and roll means sex. Alan Freed coined the phrase because
it meant sex.
Iggy dressed like a woman. Bowie. Morrison. The id of women
is seductive, but of a man it’s violence-anger-justice.
What civilized the West is when women got to town.
The loss of personal essence…it’s an intentional
marketing tool. They’re marketing empowerment, but we
haven’t gotten past it. We only use sex to represent
What do you think about people who
sexually idolize musicians?
Crushes are wanting to be that person.
So, it should be more than that? Is
there a way to uncheapen sex/passion?
The sexual blood of Song of Solomon is the essence of beauty.
It’s not prurient.
What I do is masturbatory. It’s tribal. I don’t
fuck around. That doesn’t impress me. Chris Issack:
a girl showed her tits to him. He said, “Whoa, you’re
Art is a language. Music is tangibly beautiful. It speaks
to you in a lucid way that crosses boundaries of all kinds.
So what about being an outsider? What
does that have to do with rock?
Flava Flav didn’t like that word, outsider.
I related to oppression growing up. Like the MC5. Why they
didn’t make E=MC5 an album title I don’t get.
Outsiders: rock and roll is their music. Like The Commitments
– there’s a quote, something like “The Irish
are the niggers of the U.K.” So are the Scots (in a
What do you think of the blues, and
now that you live in Austin, what do you think about Stevie
You have to be an outlaw or outcast to understand blues…..years
suffering from these suits. White folks mimic licks and riffs
but have no idea how it was born. The only true American,
post native music other than jazz. Rock and roll is 50% blues
and 50% Celtic. It is a marriage of cultural folk music, white
and black. Imported slaves from Africa had a different ugliness,
but the Scots knew the same pain– slavery, as did the
Irish. Stevie? I don’t know his roots, but his playing,
though overexposed, showed a flair pulled from greats like
Hendrix. He was talented, and more than a schlub like Clapton
or some smiling Yardbird shit. I liked Stevie’s stuff
a lot. You can tell he loved blues and guitar.
What about anger in rock and roll?
Rock and roll is the song of sex, savagery, and pride, a beast
from the past that has no plans. It can kill or shit gold.
It is for those who stand tall, toothless and broke. Even
the dregs and junkies can find a place in this medium. Bad
things happen in rock, it is the nature of the beast, yet
most Americans especially can all find one poignant or beautiful
moment and rock and roll provided the soundtrack. Rock is
not a rebellion, but a restoration and a platform to pontificate
ideas of free will. The anger in real rock and roll is expressed
in outlaw rantings, yet much is just fun, food and sex. The
establishment marketed this music to glamorize its intent
and gloss rock’s id. Dance and romance. The anger is
not only an emotion expressed, but Freedom; not precision
or sophisticated notes acceptable to the king. Rock and roll’s
twisted id’s beat distorted chords of painful cries
that say nothing more than fuck you, fuck me, leave me alone.
Singers and musicians can be detuned, ugly, horrible, etc.,
yet remain as relevant as a virtuoso. Joy, Celtic celebration,
and the African oppressed. Banjos, guitars, and fiddle for
the jig, and a people who did not choose this nation, torn
from Africa, from their children’s children, came the
anger. Yet both white and black know from different perspectives
what it is to be an outlaw, a slave, and asked “Please
stand over there where you belong.” Shit, what the fuck
do the illuminati expect? We’re not gonna just sit back
and take a shit. Living minds and creatures of free will have
a tendency to make a loud stink, and if you don’t want
our music, then reread the Bill of Rights or change your channels
and fuck anarchy and communist bullshit whining and those
who enjoy its dead horse. They never come to grips that in
America, I can say these things, and I’ll make my money
any goddamn way I want. Angry sloppy justice. Fuck the exploitation
of the 9/11 dead, and its attempt to control the free. Rock
and roll is our militia, and we don’t need Bush, Ashcroft
or the goddamn Patriot Act. Piss on it!
My license plate on my car says “America”. This
country was a science experiment. They wanted to know if humankind
could govern themselves. We had bad birth pains, but we were
the first nation to set a man free on principle alone. People
won’t realize this.
My music represents my patriotism. It’s not political,
but it is angry.
The longest lasting kind of music that really melded people
is rock and roll. Rock struck everybody immediately. It’s
one of the last bastions of freedom.
You’ve been living in New Mexico, in the real West…
Billy the Kid lived where I live. When I was 13 I was mesmerized
by a vision. This was a place where the wars, the Apaches
and the Navajos…. I could relate to that.
What’s your take on Austin?
I haven’t really tasted Austin yet. I’ve only
experienced friends and porches. I’m coming out of a
30 month Danger Binge. As I detox from street spice and the
delusions of certain doom, I’m sure I’ll develop
an opinion. I don’t see Austin as rugged as what’s
know as “the West”, yet the Republic of Texas
still exists here, and its hospitality. I am a New Mexican,
born in New Jersey. 50% of my life has been spent in the desert
Southwest. I have spent years engrossed in the fiber of gringo
craftsmen and hard living rancheros. My soul lives in the
dirt and pain of the harsh desert. The only reason I am here
now is because my ex-wife turned yuppie and deemed me a savage.
I didn’t want to be modern, so I kicked and screamed
and she didn’t want to be poor. My adobe homestead and
my magical sovereign life was devoured by a New World puppet
my wife had become. As personal as this may seem. I am living
proof that the safe, chickenshit communist sympathizers eat
freedom, learn its fruits, and sell it off to the rich. I
have many songs about being betrayed by women who feed from
my energy, suck my dick dry, and kill me while I’m still
cold. The rock and roll common man savage who appeals to the
unexperienced country girl. We end up garbage, and cast aside
for nice boys who giggle and bleach their teeth. My brothers
in arms have felt the same pain. East Coast is communist,
but the west still has the rock and roll torch of free angry
justice. Long live my “back 5” in Cerrillos, NM
and my cowboy mind. That is my credo of the West. Anger.
With your new band, how do you want
to expand from your work with the Moistboyz? Is there a different
sound or influence you want to explore?
I can’t expand too much or it wouldn’t be rock
and roll. The group here will touch on more things. The Moistboyz
like to be sonically myopic, and are very careful not to be
too sexy. Moistboyz drive and fight and get wasted. I like
other things, too. I want to see my new group’s “potentials”
where the Moistboyz are immediately “kinetic”.
Rock BBQ for Pris
Ego’s, December 20th
Texas Rollergirls’ own badass Pris (Chelsea Taylor)
of the Hotrod Honeys suffered a holiday tragedy when her house
caught fire and burned down. Pris and her mom lost most of
their personal belongings in the fire. The big-hearted folks
at Ego’s and some kick-ass bands threw a punk rock BBQ
to help Pris and her mom get back on their feet in time to
enjoy the rest of the holidays. Amber Violand, Seaflea, The
Dickens, Pink Swords and The Rockland Eagles gave it up for
the love of Pris. The Rollergirls moshed in rolling chairs
while the Rockland Eagle cheerleader held up a “Pris.”
sign. Steve Austin was on drums.
own father is a noted musician so it was nice to see all the
musicians donating their merch sales. Tattoo Artists donated
their goods and Rolletta Lynn donated 100 novelty buttons
to a raffle.
Next time you see Pris, buy her a drink! She’s a great
lady, and I know she appreciated every single person there.
Take care of each other during the holidays because some times
the only thing you have is the love of the people around you.
Minus the unfortunate circumstances, this was more fun than
a barrel of monkeys. Check out future punk rock BBQs at Ego’s.
If you want to make a donation to Pris and her mom, visit