"I believe I am the highest power, absolutely. I am in control at all times. Jesus Christ, God, and Satan all in one," said G.G. Allin while serving time in prison.
ORIGIN: Born Jesus Christ Allin, August 29, 1956, New Hampshire, died June 29, 1993 in New York City of a heroin and cocaine overdose.
FAMILY PLANNING: Married his high school sweetheart but was soon living with a thirteen-year-old because, according to his brother, "G.G. liked 'em young."
ROMANTIC INTERESTS: "Sex is better with someone you hate, but I still prefer jerking off over any of it."
SONGS: "Suck My Ass It Smells" (1993).
ALBUMS: Eat My F*** (1983), You Give Love a Bad Name (1987), Brutality and Bloodshed for All (1993).
FILM: Hatred in the Nation (1987).
The self-proclaimed "most violent man in rock and roll," G.G. Allin was so vile that he makes Marilyn Manson look like a Sunday-school teacher. Allin was arrested more than four dozen times for everything from attempted murder to indecent exposure, and bragged of having warrants issued for him in more than seven states. During his short life, the New York City-based entertainer excreted onstage, rolled in it, ate it, and hurled it at the crowd. (He also engaged in every other offensive behavior his demented mind could imagine.) Allin boasted that for his final performance he was going to kill himself and take others with him. Instead, he died alone in his apartment. He wasn't found until the rigor mortis was so bad that his brother Merle "couldn't get his rings off."
The Allins were religious fanatics who raised their two sons in a log cabin without electricity, running water, or flush toilets. G.G. was named Jesus Christ Allin by his father; his mother changed it to Kevin Michael when he began school.
Allin was not as antisocial as he sounded. If fact, Allin tried to be pen-pals - with John F. Hinckley! Allin's attempt to buddy-up with the would-be president assassin aroused federal law enforcement interest. Hinckley did not respond, so Allin struck up correspondence with yet another infamous individual - serial killer John Wayne Gacy.
Before a gig at a New York City club, Allin entered the women's restroom and asked for a volunteer to urinate in his mouth. One recruit declined but gave him a sanitary product she had removed from herself. Said Allin, "I just ate it right in front of her, just swallowed the thing." Such incidents seem almost ordinary from the one who recalls, "One time someone threw a dead cat up onstage and I tried to [have sex with] it."
Allin was charged with felony assault in Ann Arbor, Michigan, when he slashed and burned a woman with cigarettes during a rather bizarre three-day stay at her place (at her invitation). He served eighteen months in prison but continued to give interviews by phone.
For what proved to be his last performance in June 1993, Allin sang a couple of songs, beat up some people, beat up himself, then stripped and walked out into the street followed by a group of fans. The charismatic leader climbed onto a bus, caused a riot, then explained to his "followers" that he was not the messiah, and to leave him alone. He overdosed a few hours later.
Allin was buried in a leather jacket and a jockstrap upon which was written the epitaph Eat Me.
At the open-coffin funeral, a microphone was placed in Allin's hand as well as a bottle of Jim Beam bourbon. His friends periodically removed the bottle and swigged from it, while putting pills into the corpse's mouth. Others pulled down the jockstrap, took pictures, waved around the body's arms, and drew on Allin's corpse with a felt-tipped pen.
by Margaret Moser & Bill Crawford
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