The Punkiest Man in Punk

Sure.

No.

Absolutely not. Nazis suck.

That's their problem. It's two F's. It has nothing to do with the German Army. Our boys went over and stomped them out. I have no allegiance to the enemy or all the shit they stood for. It's all bullshit, every bit of it.

. . . Leo Gorcey.

[silence]

He's the one.

[Pause, and then in a soft voice] It's a long story. Let's just say we were kin, and he's my main musical influence.

It's a little-known fact.

So did I.

Sure, lots of stuff.

How much time do you have?

The fact that they let that scumbag O.J. Simpson walk the same Earth as you and I do. That that rich prick in Boulder, Colorado, murdered his beautiful little girl and is walking the same Earth as you and I.

That they continue busing kids to schools that are out of their neighborhoods so they spend all day on the bus—in a strange neighborhood—instead of learning.

The audience seems to replenish itself. It's the same young faces.

I don't know if that's true. I do know that young people who play punk now don't play similarly. It all seems like a formula, like popular radio music, which is what this music stood against.

Yeah, like when we used go down there and buy our way onto the air with whisky, beer and hamburgers. We'd bring a couple of Big Macs, some large fries, and a pint of Jack Daniels because they didn't pay their DJs. And there we were: live on KROQ.