Thursday, August 30, 2012

Surf N' Destroy Radio

Surf N' Destroy Radio with Rick Hostage:
Destroying the World One Eardrum at a Time

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Hello Rick, you have quite a history in the Southern California Punk Rock scene. When did you first get involved with the scene and what inspired you to do so? How do you feel about the terms “punk” and “scene,” do they do justice to the individuals involved in creating and supporting independent music?



You know Kevin, that’s not something I’ve really ever thought about but it probably goes like this-I’ve always been a huge music fan forever, all music. I was always a sucker for 60’s-70’s pop and louder stuff like Bad Company, Sweet and the Stones. Mind you this was before the Pistols. Punk was a perfect combo of both. I clearly remember going to see the Plimsouls and 20/20 at some wacky Knott’s Berry Farm back to school thing in like ’79. I had just turned 15. Both of those bands were amazing that night, 20/20 was damn tight playing that Yellow Pills stuff…so this buddy of mine says you think that’s something, you need to come with me to the Whiskey one night. One month later, we saw the Cramps (in their prime) and I was blown away, then a few
months later the Dead Kennedys, I went to Zeds records on 7th Street in LONG BEACH and bought Black Flag’s Nervous Breakdown 7 inch…it was over after that.
That was the deal and attraction for me, with punk you could see tons of amazing bands any night of the week, it was exciting to not know what the hell was gonna go down. It was all for the taking and so unlike the waiting around for bands to come to town every few years. The Punk Scene stood for something, it was a way to say, we don’t need your hippie ass major label to make a band and a record, we’re gonna do it on our own. That was the best part, to say to the people who controlled music, you don’t control this.

In the year 2012, is underground aggressive rock n roll still relevant and why? Have you noticed an increase or decrease over the past decade in the music you promote and release?


Here’s my take on that Kevin, as long as it’s underground, it’s relevant. Underground almost always means to me that the only reward is doing it, no money coming anybody’s way. As for Hostage Records, things just kinda dried up in the local OC scene after 2004. When Club Mesa died, the end of new bands started. Things will perk up here and there, but the onslaught of new bands seems to be played out right now. I hope it comes back.

A cool thing that caught might attention was the introduction of your Podcast, “SURF AND DESTROY RADIO”. A free podcast appears to really attract many listeners to the culture and soundtrack of “Hostage Records”. Is there a new audience discovering the music? What kinds of interactions with new fans have you had that really stick out in your mind?



Here’s the deal on Surf and Destroy Radio. Paul Hostage and I wanted to re-start the label, so we figured let’s make this Podcast thing and play all the stuff we like from OC and see if anybody cares or listens. Maybe we’ll find some new bands. So we put it out there and the show got picked up by ITUNES, and then things just took off. The internet is an amazing thing, we’ve got people all over the world that listen to that show pretty faithfully. It’s really humbling because we are terrible at it, but we have a great time.

What is your take on female involvement in the “punk” scene over the last 15 years? Do girls still dig punkers? Would you say its male dominated or not?


Ahhh the lady question, I actually got in a huge fight over this one…here’s the deal, punk bands with female singers are pretty great when done right, what I don’t like and actually can’t stand is chick singers who scream their vocals like they
are yelling at me because I left the toilet seat up or something. The Avengers were great, Neighborhood Brats are great, the Go Go’s at the Starwood in 1980 were great, X is great…Joan Jett..amazing. That’s about all…BUT as far as girls in the punk scene, my crazy best friend, Dave Colvin and I loved to take fine girls non punk girls to shows. We start with the Dickies, then try TSOL or Social D back in like 81-82…that’s usually all they could take. But we tried. There was always fine looking girls at those TSOL and Social D shows, beat the hell outta a bunch of jocks at the DK’s show.

What kinds of crazy stories surround Hostage Records and Surf and Destroy Radio? The public would love to know!


I’ll take the 5th on that. But I do remember trying to get Joan Jett to call the Surf and Destroy Radio and give us an intro for the show. Her snarky publicist that I had to go through said, “Joan will be unable to call you”, but we’d be glad to give you free merchandise for the show. So I played it up, as I always do, like our show was some big deal, and she never bought it. Finally I tell the publicist, I want her (the publicist) to call the show and say, “this is Joan Jett’s publicist and she wants me to tell you that your listening to Surf and Destroy Radio”…she didn’t find the humor in that, althought I thought it was hilarious. The greatest part of Surf and Destroy Radio is listening in and seeing who we tricked into calling the show this session….Greg Ginn, Billy Zoom, Billy Joe, Johnny Knoxville, Joey Shithead, Keith Morris…they’ve all called. As far as Hostage, many things have gone down but I always get a laugh outta bands wanting to know about our tour package, like we’re Epitaph JR. or something Our tour package is a handful of 2 for 1 taco bell coupons, hit the road jack. I think an amazing fact about Hostage is that everybody on the label (50 records!!!) comes from a 20 mile radius except for the Bodies.

In terms of the Long Beach music scene, I feel it’s kind of the bastard child of OC and LA county. What is the OC take on the LA scene in general and is Long Beach included in your experiences with it?


I’m from Long Beach, so I know the pain. But seriously it has it’s advantages. I remember going to Hollywood shows where they hated the OC’s/HB’s, and they’d say “you assholes aren’t from OC are ya”, and we’d be like no way, those guys are dicks, we’re from Long Beach and they’d say oh hey that’s cool, here’s a beer. Then in OC, they say “you ain’t one of those LA new wave homos are ya?”...and we’ d say no way man, those dudes are posers, look at us we’re from Long Beach man, like TSOL, and they’d go, right on, here’s a beer….I always thought and will never be convinced otherwise that OC was a way better scene with WAY better bands that LA…hell when BYO did that big wigga wigga punk show in 1982 in LA at the Hollywood Palladium, all the bands were from OC…the Blades, SD, Adolescents, TSOL…seriously, post 1980 LA produced one great band-Bad Religion. OC produced…well you name it there are tons. The best thing about being from OC and going into LA was bumming them out, we’d swarm in, take over and leave. They couldn’t do anything to stop the invasion, it was too big.

What new releases and projects are you involved with currently? What is your favorite release that you have done?


Right now we are in a retro punk slam dance on Hostage. We figured why put out a bunch of bands trying to rip off the originals, when we can just get the originals to record some great lost stuff…we just finshed the amazing Love Canal and the Crowd, we’re going to do CH3 and Shattered Faith next….All the Hostage records are great in my book, people forget what the Hostage trip is though…we never put this stuff out to say here’s the greatest hand picked bands from OC, we approached the label like the Decline of Western Civilization,- a documentary thru vinyl instead of film. These are the bands in the scene, we put them out and you decide what you dig….Hostage is very different that way, we’ve taken big risks, we’ve lost money and we don’t care, its what had to be done to get the whole picture.


I admire your dedication to preservation of vinyl releases! How hard is it to release a vinyl record in 2012 and what is your biggest pet peeve in terms of bands asking you to “put out their record”?


Actually vinyl is easier to make and release now than when we started, the internet makes it go. Plus vinyl is making a huge comeback, really people want something tangible. That’s what vinyl gives them. The bands on Hostage have been really REALLY great to us. Look at Smogtown, those guys gave us the greatest songs from the late 90’s and just let us run with it, they never re-released them, hey just made more and respected what they had done.

Any last words or topics that you would like to rant or rave about? Thanks Rick and long live Hostage Records and Search and Destroy Radio!


My message is buy vinyl, it’s the most un-corporate music out there.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

ISSUE 1 ONLINE, MORE UNDERWORLD MAYHEM TO COME

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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

SUSAN DEY AND MY RACE TO THE BOTTOM

  I think the plan is for everyone to get a Ph.D. and invent something, then with the extra money we now have, we’ll hire solemn workers willing to get a small business and the blood of a permanent leak pumping, whatever…  Who cares, anyway I love going down this dimly lit alley to the store around the corner from me for cigarettes late at night.  Nice breeze, feeling kind of numb and observing the guy getting his 12 pack after work and a lady getting overpriced stale bread for her lunch to take to work.  I wonder if we’re all going back to our hiding spots for the rest of the night and thinking about the different lives we have to manage and bullshit we have to say but don’t really mean.  Like rehearsing for a part in a B movie, we will probably never get.  It’s better than trying to achieve some kind of math/science superiority to compete with other countries or some shit like that.  The race to the bottom is the refusal to “race to the top,” top of what?  A fantasy where “hey, I didn’t get stuck in your depression, I’m going places!” is a reality and “things are good again” for those who “really tried.”  This is not a rant of depression but one of relief in that starring in your own “B movie” is the greatest fucking thing ever.  You write the script, pick the cast, and get to perform 24/7 without the pressures of a film crew.  That’s what I always wanted for myself, I carefully studied movies like “Hardcore”, “Foxes”, “Valley Girl”, “Repo Man”, and most recently 1986’s “Echo Park” starring the exquisite Susan Dey, pictured above. 
  Susan has to rent out her beach house, 1 bedroom apartment to her pizza delivery guy who needs a place to live, she needs money.  Nice location, the sound of breaking waves and sounds of the city beating in an apartment built with thin walls.  Graffiti outside the front, barred windows, and a cool pattern of bright, dim, and broken street and sensor lights create the perfect balance of the wild world of living on the fringes on the industry in Los Angeles.  Not too far I’m in Long Beach realizing my home and neighborhood resemble all of the great trappings of aspiration, failure, don’t give a fuckness, and wild beauty of this place.  If a seedy city with its colorful characters were a woman, it would be Susan Dey.
  Susan wants to be an actress and places ads weekly for someone to hire her.  She gets the call after one year and it turns out to be a gig as a singing costumed birthday-stripper.  She loses her mojo after the 1st couple of jobs, then learns from her sleazy manager how to put your heart and soul into an academy award winning strip.  Don’t embarrass yourself, embarrass the sorry guys drooling over you.  Pizza guy says “you’re not an actress, you stripped tonight, you deliver pizzas just like me, I’m sick of this town and its aspiring actresses, models, musicians, and screenwriters…we’re all delivering pizzas.”  Good point, but…
  The fact is, how awesome is it that the waiter is writing a movie, the cashier has a band, the unemployed dude is recording songs about being unemployed.  That is fucking cool, and yeah, you might realize only a part of your dream, but at least you’re living it and able to cop a feel.  That’s 1000 times better than having never tried or living a life of fear that imprisons you in high school for eternity…. As Susan said DREAM ON, RIGHT MAN? Then playfully laughs.  YEAH, she’s right, dream on man, plus you get to live with Susan crashing out in the dining room with your inflatable mattress ( almost as good as sleeping on a beanbag, serious, not cold like a bed).   Now that’s a vision that can come to life and I wouldn’t take a mortgage over it.  The Perfect B-Movie has been the perfect vehicle in my life for finding a practical dragon to chase.  Nevertheless, this one you actually catch once in a while and realize I JUST WANT TO BE AT THE TOP OF THE BOTTOM.  Let me take a hit of that.
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Monday, June 18, 2012


Summertime, what a great time when confusion ensues and you think vague thoughts like the ones I’m typing now.  The first digital magazine issue of “FearLoatheLB” is underway and slated for an early to mid-July launch.  Some wild interviews and coverage of all topics in my head at the moment, with some help.  Stoned at the beach or playing guitar in a hidden corner brings to mind some ideas about a piece of reading material and why would you want to do it?  What do I gather while in the middle of my own scattered puzzle activities?  Well fuck, it’s like why the fuck do I read something?  In addition, what awesome communities of reckless abandon occupy the neighboring or not so neighboring crazy flat-out-fucked world I hang out in?

NONE.  And NONE.  I decided to see what underground art and activities take place in the Greater Los Angeles area.  Notable exceptions were lone wolf types that just wanted to express themselves, but not even as cliché as that, more like just “doing something” for the sake of fucking “doing something”, which holds way more weight than pretending to toy with expression because you have a new app for your phone or some meaningless piece of shitty music or prose that painfully mimics other bad shit done by someone else toying around to score a “hit” or get “famous”.  TOTAL BULLSHIT, I love the disillusionment though.  Fascinating, watching somebody search for an identity or uniform that grants some sort of acceptance by other invisible people. 

That being said, I’m doing a Rock n Roll magazine and keeping it seedy with every inappropriate detail.  Inappropriate detail is of the highest order, I think those details are the only thing that keeps up paying attention to one another.  While the days roll ahead and blurry evenings fill the smoking room, here’s my top 5 Summer songs, at least tonight.  

Monday, June 4, 2012





In the meantime, this is an omitted piece for a book I don't care for... enjoy!


A LOOK BACK AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS


  In the middle of the 1990’s, the Prostitutes alienated me from my friends, family, and other mainstream fare as far as I remember.  We lived recklessly, listened to hot new singles by the Problematics, Gaunt, Ashley Von Hurter, and Killed by Death Vols. 1-9.  Those moments were the best-unexpected bursts of life that ever happened to me at the time. 

 
  Parting is painless as long as there’s a bottle of Ten High and a line of unholy intervention.  No rules, no dogma.  How would that apply to us growing up in the middle of American nowhere, when does the next bus leave?  What was the alternative?  A state job, smoking pot in your parents’ basement, or working at cardiac arrest-foods incorporated. 
 

  The real sounds of freedom and sordid rebellion screamed from the swamps of the Mid-Atlantic and Eastern Mid-West, with the occasional West Coast beach town.  The vibrations fell mostly upon deaf ears.  There was no tomorrow, some days there still isn’t.  Do what you want and when you want to.  If there’s a good beat and some dysfunctional sex appeal, it sure as hell beats the lifestyle doldrums of the cantankerous suburbs we assumed were a safety net but proved to be a frontal lobotomy for those who couldn’t comprehend the poor man’s Footloose of it all. 
 

  I just bought another cell phone 10 months ago, still regret it; I’ve changed the number and my psychological perspective too many times since 1998.  Change, change, change is inevitable… whether you are seeking it or begging a dollar from a young college idealist for your next Mickey’s.  No offense to higher learning but it appears to consist mostly of the training of schematics as opposed to the bondage of complacency and mediocrity. 


  No more nothing…...sometimes I wish.  However, those who shared their homes and lives with me will always have a place in my survival.  A dream…. maybe.  I can’t even get a hold of those people anymore.  They either moved on or disappeared.  Long distance land line bills, P.O boxes ….antiquities of the past.  Only precious vinyl records still exist from all of the wreckage of days gone by.  Fragmented pieces of evidence that I was there.  I toast to the days of pure deviance and unbridled excitement without apology. 


-Kevin McGovern (the Prostitutes)


What will 2012 have in store? Hopefully more of the above and then some… It never stops….. the clock is ticking, always.