Darby
Crash & Pat Smear
Vallen 1979
Pen on paper 8" x 10"
The
band's very name implied infection by some dangerous strain
of fatal microbes, and many fell victim to the contagion.
In retrospect it's easy to see that the nihilism and self
destructiveness of the Germs masked sheer genius. The lyrics
of front man Darby Crash were pure poetry and the
force and brilliance of the recordings they left behind
still inspires awe. The band came to an unfortunate sudden
end when Crash committed suicide in 1980.
The
performance where I made this sketch was a typical Germs
gig.
A hundred or so punks packed into a small venue, and the
band played a set so blistering it almost became impossible
to complete the sketches. Chairs were flying through the
air, tables were overturned, fireworks were lit (that's
right, inside the club), a large window was broken and a
fire extinguisher was set off. Needless
to say the frantic club owner called a halt to the show.
I distinctly recall Craig Lee (RIP) of The
Bags, another one of L.A.'s original punk bands, arriving
late for the concert and surveying the damage. All he could
managed to say was - "What the hell happened here!"
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