Andrew Dice Clay was banned from MTV for life because of some profane things he said on a live tapping. The Red Hot Chili Peppers were arrested for indecent exposure for performing with only socks covering their private parts. Tommy Lee of Motley Crue was arrested for the same reason. He mooned the audience someplace. Martin Scorsese (director of 'Taxi Driver') was blamed for the attempted assassination of R. Reagan when J. Hinckley said the movie made him do it. Face it, the guy was wacked out long before a movie was made. Ozzy Osbourne took a lot of crap when a kid left Ozzy's record on the turntable when his dead body was found. It was suicide.
However, nobody has had more bad flack than musician G.G. Allin. Who is G.G.? He's the singer who has proclaimed himself the most intense, violent performer. He has exposed himself on stage many a time, has urinated on stage, has beat himself senseless with microphones, has gotten drunk and high on stage, and etc.
Although G.G. toured a lot in the 80's, he rarely toured with the same band. He has had many bands. His album, BOOZING AND PRANKS is by G.G. Allin and the Texas Nazis. His album, E.M.F. is by G.G. Allin and the Scumfucs. Other bands have included G.G. and the Disappointments, G.G. and the Aids Brigade, G.G. and the Toilet Rockers, G.G. and the Jabbers, and G.G. and the Sewer Scum. When he plays gigs, however, the same old songs always show up.
G.G.'s albums are all released on Black and Blue records and you must be 18 to purchase them so youngsters, get people older than 18 to buy them like you do for beer!!!
G.G.'s song titles are sick. His songs are sick. His lifestyle is sick, his sense of humor is sick, and he should not be able to sing his songs is one point of view.
Another point of view is that freedom of speech allows us to say anything. That's even if you want to sing a song about eating shit. You gotta love a guy who says to a live audience, "I don't care if you like these songs cause I'm gonna play anyways."
G.G. Allin's song titles include 'Out for Blood', 'I Don't Give a Shit', 'God of Fire in Hell', 'Convulsions', 'I Wanna Die!', 'Teacher's Pet'.
The Twilight Room. Dallas, Texas, 1985. G.G. was hospitalized after this gig for self-inflicted blood poisoning and a stab wound.
September 9, 1989 G.G. was arrested for kicking a University of Michigan woman in the chest, hitting another student with a chair, and severely cutting and burning a 25 year-old Ann Arbor, Michigan woman. He is currently in Jackson Prison in Michigan serving a 1 to 4 year term.
Following is some poetry by G.G. which he has written while in jail. Before going to Jackson Prison, he was at Washtenaw County Jail, where he wrote the following.
Read on.
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Pieces of me in a bottle
Slivers of glass melt to bullets
Magnetic fingers bring you up from a dot
Enduring prison cells survival
As rats scurry through ashes for my scraps
My simmering mind from the turn of a hand
Sets the countdown to activate my boiling point
Flashbacks of Hangover Street stinks of the eye
From there till now sandwiched a war
But so little compassion was built from the base
Pathological lies are victories friend
As my irrational thinking leaves me in discretion
But it will only compensate my vengeful theory
As every 97 cents has shattered illusions
Vigils we must keep are long and lonely
My ambush hits hard on enemy lines
As societies backfire weakens its link
We must always ready ourselves to engage
And not defect when the duel is on
Think not it will happen and surely it will
But nothing assures immunity
From the immortal pieces of me
Where is my fucking burial ground
The days dead loveless beauty of pentup paranoia
I will recklessly instigate harsh agony upon thee
Paint you in a picture of beautiful blood
Intolerable, hopeless, cripple you are
As vicious reality rapidly assassinates you
To tombstones of reality
That deliver you to my permanent evil
Blunt malicious carvings open up our skin
The mixture for maladjusted manoeviring
You are but a useless tormented slave
To be poisoned by my revealed penis
Wrapping my legs around your face
Drink from the pissing snakes mouth
Drowning, smothering rival enemies
Your fate could well be death
Riding high on seclusion
Alias miss, forever chancing risk
Too cold to fell false compassion
So hot for money will one night buy
She, the self fleeing bitch
Long haired trigger charged concealed weapon
Vicious tongue manipulating needs
Til a formulated poison runs concurrent
Tough as the roads passing tar
Soft as a spider's arms entrapped
She the hole
Self satisfied sucking
She knows she
No one else certain
Trusting instincts only power
Betraying humans, there's all too many
Stop and go to no man's time
Forever changing courses come
She looks not into future's time
For she hides invisibly
Let's lay on a cloud
Float away into the sky
Brain cells seeking burial
From the ashes of my mind
Beneath my sculptured skull
As the wind blows through my eyes
A dragon breathing fire
To the ground
Now where I'll die
Departed to this sullen confusion
My electrified sights like a combat field
Radical outbursts sternly infect my dismay
Beneath this carnel fury is my tension
Tension of my severe spirit to never surrender
The ultimatium is fight till death
Like a stalked animal we must attack
Speculating the interludes of conviction
For spending bodies sights no guarantee
Peculiar pictures of when I ate you
Flashing cold lusts unemotional meat
Multiple choices unlimit durations
Boning up the decaying dead
Bloody your fragile fucking hand
Go fourth into your convictions
And bathe your enemies in torture
For fear is the community
Ever wanting to abort my almighty thrust
Like cowards hiding behind mediocrity
Forms ice in my bones
And vile erupting in my gut
For my mission ends in termination
Vacinity of death
GG Allin
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