The Summer of ’84

From the Long Beach group Supersport’s myspace site:

Long time SuperSport drummer Noal Brown passed away on Saturday night. He has been the energetic drummer for the past six years and co-wrote many of the songs on the band’s last two CD’s.
A memorial with a slideshow and opportunity to tell stories will be held on July 24th at 7:00 pm at Marina Pacifica in Long Beach (underneath the Pier One Imports and next to the Verizon Store). A benefit show will be held at DiPiazzas on August 1st.

Rest in Peace, Brother….

Not one, not two---yeh, you got it---3 Mohawks!

Noal Brown, he of the 3 mohawks, the pierced nipples when nipples just weren’t pierced.

Yeh, who filled in for one brief Summer back in 1984……

Kimm tries to run away from the Blue and White. He was apprehended and stored securely for transport.

We had a leisurely month planned for the road: Cutting straight across the middle of this great land, Vegas to Denver, hittin the hilarious burgs of Oklahoma City, Lincoln Nebraska, and Kansas City before surfacing in Chicago for a lil midwest action.

Mustard sandwiches in Madison WI....alright then, Mr Genius---we gonna spend that cash on food or beer, huh?

Then up and across the length of Canada, down through the Pacific Northwest and home before the goddamn Back to School commercials started playing on TV—I hate those fuckin things!

Ya know, a fifty year old man, I am, and yet just the words back to school send me into a deep depression:
visions of shoveling snow and 3:30pm sundowns…..and we live in goddamn Southern Cali!

Gaaa! Shove it up yer ass, there's still plenty of Summer left!!

We were suddenly and familiarly without a drummer as Mat Young left after recording the Airborne ep. We’d seen Noal drummin at a few house parties, got him up to speed, and threw him in the van.

Backstage in America....

We also brought young Hetzel along as roadie, and together these 2 blonde kids were out there spreading California cheer and God knows what bodily fluids across the country.

Hetz seems very excited about sitting shotgun.

I remember it was during the Summer Olympics, those apparently great ones that took place right here in Los Angeles. We got calls about friends scoring tickets to the boxing events, about the pin mania that was sweeping the land….

Let's see--1984, these babies went for a rock of crack and a fluorescent scrunchy!

Noal struggled at first with the unfamiliar set list and was a bit bewildered at our constant playing of Prince’s 1999.

But in a flash he was hittin it like he wrote it, and dancing right along with us at the Motown afterparties we’d inevitably throw by the van!

Everybody! Little Red Corvette......!

The best part of having Noal along for the jaunt was seein people do the double take (triple take?) when we’d walk into the local Stuckeys, those mohawks fighting for attention on his head like the mysterious air dams on a top secret Soviet weapon.
One day in Chicago after a Cubs game, the young waitress at the Cubbie Bear was so taken by Noal’s piercings that she exposed and layed one supple pink breast in his hands to let him pierce with a safety pin.

People! Do you see the fun we had before the Board of Health got all Nazi on our asses?!

It really was a fun trip:

Kimm charms a waitress. Lincoln Nebraska.

Uh oh...look at the hair. I know what's comin up next!

StretchMark Matt cops a feel.....

The tour came to an end, they all do.
That last bittersweet leg of the trip is always the worst. You look forward to coming home, sure. A safe bed with no Rorscach test on the sheets, a steady supply of meals that didn’t come out of an ice chest or ordered through a Clown’s gaping mouth.

But at the same time, you hate to get out of the van, and say good bye——–always dreaded that first morning home when you sit straight up in bed and look around, wondering where everyone is.

I imagine it will be like that for Noal’s family for a while, that feeling of looking around for someone, only to remind yourself again that they are gone.

We look back on those few days spent with Noal with the fondest of memories, and wish his family the very best in these hard days–Cheers.

OC Slam

A day that had every reason to be a disaster—a skate park full of unruly brats, restless cougars on the prowl, bitter punk rockers without a proper backstage!–turned into a glorious Summer kickoff….

Simpletones and Crowd, along with CH3 and a Stitch, surround Slam Den Mother July Cleaver...!

A free event that was truly free, and I don’t mean you had to fill out a 3 page questionnaire with your email and check routing numbers to get a wristband.
No, this thing was at a goddamn park in the middle of Costa Mesa, where the cops have bigger fish to fry than harassing some people out to have a good time on a Sunday.

God bless the meth labs of 17th Street, yay!

Slammin at the Slam...

You had the stage setup in front of food booths and the skate park on one side of the street, and a rousing trio of QuinceaƱeras happening on the other.

In between, discriminate aging punkers lurked between the trunks of parked cars and the fest, clutching the tell tale red plastic cups of mystery!

The infamous Red Cups

Ex pat Jay Lansford came back to town, lending his talents to any band that would dare have him!

RikLRik songs with Cat Party

The sets became an impromptu tribute to Beach Blvd., the album that laid blueprint for a thousand OC bands to follow.

Der Jay...

Jay then returned to the CH3 stage, and his presence was as familiar and warm as returning to a barstool after a sober 2 week dose of antibiotics…..

Is my hair bigger? It feels bigger!

And then, for all that is good and holy in this world, an actual reunion of The Simpletones!

Alfie doin time with the 'Tones

…….and the perfect end, a set by The Crowd, who are now eligible for OC Punk Sainthood. punk they can show up dressed like nascar drivers!

In all, a great little day that sent the kiddies home clutching guitar picks and bloody elbows, and the old timers satisfied that they’d shown the whippersnappers how it’s done!

A Sunday afternoon in the park....