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He finally STFU.
Cool.
Now I’ll never have to turn my TV down again when commercials come on.
FETCH.
Go, bring back the worthless stick.
“Of memory,” I almost added.
But she wouldn’t understand, naturally.
There is the word and the thing
adhering. So far so good.
Metaphor, drawer of drafting tools —
spill it on the study floor, animal says,
that we might at least see
how an expensive ruler tastes.
Yesterday I pissed and barked and ate
because that’s what waking means.
Thus has God solved time
for me — here, here. What you call
memory is a long and sweet,
delicious crack of wood in my teeth
I bring back and bring back and bring back.
- From Gender Studies by Jeffrey Skinner.
Rest in Peace, Old Pal.
You were seriously the the best dog ever…
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I just found out that Jonithin Christ died on March 5th. due to complications (I’m assuming from the brain tumor he had removed a while back).
The news of his passing saddens me, as his various bands’ music always had a profound effect on me - still does.
When I first heard the split Code of Honor did w/ Sick Pleasure back in 1985 whilst living in small-town Michigan, it completely blew me away on every level.
I hadn’t heard hardcore be so emotive without being “pussy”, and as musicians, they certainly weren’t hacks.
This record became a daily anthem to me, I skated to this on a daily basis for years to come, I made a sick-ass t-shirt as well that I certainly wish I still had…
When I moved to SF in 1992, I was well-versed in SF/Bay Area HC & Thrash, and Maximum Rock and Roll & Thrasher Magazines’ were my fucking bible for years prior, so I was pretty much set - all I had to do was get to SF & I would find my true home.
That formula for the most part still works for me; MRR & Thrasher pretty much suck these days, but the attitude/outlook I gained in my formative years from said publications has groomed me in a way that still hold true in my daily life.
I wrote to Jonithin for awhile a few years ago; I had done an interview with him for one of the many failed blogs I had before this one, and he was nothing but kind in his words that he had for others and his outlook for life was one of compassion - far more than I could ever have for humanity.
Take a moment to listen to one of the best hardcore bands that ever was.
Thanks, Jonithin.
R.I.P.
Code of Honor - The Complete Studio Recordings: 1982 - 1984
