Whatever68 Radio Three-Year Celebration Fest!


On April 4, 2015, from 2:30pm to 1:30am will be a festival to celebrate three years of operation at Whatever68 Radio at the Blacklight District Lounge (2500 E Anaheim St., Long Beach, CA) with live bands, special guest appearances, food (and cupcakes), prizes!

The $7.00 entry fee includes free raffle ticket! Additional raffle tickets $1.00 each! This event will also be broadcasted live on air with Dirtbags Dirty Family & PunkrPrincess Whatever Show only on Whatever68radio.com

The anniversary show will feature the following bands: Inazuma, Agenda 21, Punk, Patient Zero, BDSM, Dirt13, Damaged, Inconsiderate Jerks, Sculpins Locjaw, Sorry State, The Logs, and Rodents of Unusual Size.

Special Guests Appearances by:

Michael Essington, author of Last One to Die, Life Won’t Wait and the upcoming Born Frustrated

Bob Oedy (of The Grim) author of The Punk Rock Las Vegas Survival Guide

Terry Quinn of Terry Quinn & the Weazels

Ginger Coyote (of White Trash Debutantes) founder of Punk Globe Magazine,

Nikki Palomino of Whatever68 Radio & Punk Globe Magazine,

Sal of Sal’s Photos

Drummer Johnny Ray



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015: http://goo.gl/n9ofGb

You Can’t Lose If You Don’t Want To Win: Memoirs of a Charming Loser by Christiaan Pasquale


You Can’t Lose If You Don’t Want To Win Memoirs of a Charming Loser
Written by: Christiaan Pasquale
Publish date: April 10, 2014
Pages: Eighty-Seven

Some authors try to guide you, gently, into their story. Possibly, dropping bread crumbs in hopes that you’ll follow them into an enchanted land. If you read You Can’t Lose If You Don’t Want To Win: Memoirs Of A Charming Loser Christiaan Pasquale will grab you by the scruff of your neck and force you to look at a part of life that you thought only existed in the movies.

Pasquale takes his readers into some dark territories, murder, racial injustices and general life among the discontented. The stories slither around sadness and the darker aspects of life. Midway through you realize Pasquale might just be narrating your life, not his.

If you don’t have it, buy it.

Rating: ** * two out of three stars

On to the story . . .

On Saturday night I went to bed shortly after my daughter left my place. It was a goodbye of sorts as she flew to Oklahoma today. Put my son to bed, I headed upstairs to bed myself. My wife stayed downstairs on her Kindle for a bit and said that she’d be up in a little while.

In bed, I picked up a book and tried to read. I glossed over the same page three times. I have no idea what I read. Picked up my phone, checked Facebook and looked at the latest releases on NetFlix. The wife came up and tucked herself in.

I got up and went back downstairs, turned on the cable and channel-surfed for hours. Ask The Dust, Eyes Wide Shut and a superhero flick I can’t recall.

I finally staggered into bed at around 4:00 or 4:30 a.m. Closed my eyes and at 7:45 I hear, “Hey, dad, let’s go to breakfast!” “Sure son. Let’s go.”

It finally dawned on me this morning. I’m not sad that my daughter shipped off to the military, I’m sad that she isn’t little anymore. I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful, damn near, perfect little girl. And as I write this I’m a bit brokenhearted that she grew-up and is starting the grown-up portion of her life.



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015: http://goo.gl/n9ofGb

Flipside #120


Issue: 120
Released: September/October 1999

Featured bands:
Hot Water Music
At The Drive In
Blood Axis
Groovie Ghoulies
The Hookers
Inger Lorre
Trial of the Molly Maguires
Queens of the Stone Age
Six Inch Killaz
Suburban Voice
The Von Zippers

On March 21, 2008, I saw an ad on Craig’s List announcing a moving sale, and a bunch of vintage punk buttons, stickers, fanzines, and music. So, I printed the ad I drove over to the place with my three-year-old son (he’s not a fan, yet). I got there just in time, they were about to pack everything up and call it a day. All the music was gone, and I have no use for stickers. So, I picked up this issue of Flipside, and a few buttons, a book, and a DVD.

The Flipside blew me away; I haven’t picked up an issue since the early to mid ‘80’s. The cover is in color and has a UPC code on it. I’m really showing my age. Anyway, there is an interview with a band called Mongoloid, which is a Devo tribute band, back in the ‘80’s you would catch so much crap if you admitted to liking them (which I did), and tables turned, they’re accepted, maybe even cool. The other stand out interview was a group called Blood Axis the interview was done to determine if they were a fascist band. With all the hemming, and hawing and double talk I couldn’t figure out if they were or not, not that it matters I had never heard of the group anyway. This is what I found online about them (for those of you that are interested):

“Michael Moynihan formed Blood Axis in 1989 after touring Japan at the request of experimental music pioneer, Boyd Rice. Moynihan had previously founded Coup de Grace, a multimedia project that produced live performances, and cassettes, and also released booklets of images and texts, the last of which was Friedrich Nietzsche’s The Antichrist.

The first outputs from the new appellation were two songs, “Lord of Ages” (employing lyrics from Rudyard Kipling’s poem on Mithras) and “Electricity”, which appeared on a German music sampler. These tracks were well received in Europe and were followed by two more songs that appeared on the seminal compilation, I’m Blutfeuer. In 1995, Moynihan released the first full length studio LP, The Gospel of Inhumanity.

The album wedded the music of Johann Sebastian Bach and Sergei Prokofiev with modern electronics. Moynihan implemented a recording of Ezra Pound reading from his The Cantos. He also included lyrics from Nietzsche and Longfellow as well as his own in the work. The album begins with a sample from the decisive final sequence of the film The Wicker Man.

In 1997, Blood Axis played a concert for the tenth anniversary of Cold Meat Industry, a Swedish record label. The performance was later recorded, remastered, and released as BLOT: Sacrifice in Sweden.”

Buying this issue of Flipside was a nostalgic purchase, I saw the logo, and had to grab it, but I was so out of the loop that the magazine may as well have been written in another language. But for those people that kept up with the issues, and bands from the 1970’s to the present will dig this.

If you get the chance, give this a read through, it’s interesting, but not worth owning. It’s a great snapshot of a great time in punk rock, unfortunately not a time period I was familiar with.

Rating: ** * two out of three stars.

On to the story . . .

On March 13, 2008, when I turned 42, and something seemed to happen when I got to this point in my life . . . I got nostalgic. Over the course of the last three years or so I have replaced my entire comic book collection that I once owned from the early 1970’s to the mid 1970’s. And I have, just about, all the punk albums, and fanzines that I owned in the early 1980’s. I don’t know my reasoning for “needing” these things again, whatever the reason is, I needed to go back to a different place. A place where this music had meaning, a place where we were creating this. Whereas today’s “punk” has had so much time to sit back and analyze the last 25 to 30 years worth of music and perfect it. See what worked, what didn’t and expand on that concept. And what has happened is it has left the original guys feeling a bit bitter. Just the same way Chuck Berry and Little Richard were pissed when Elvis or Pat Boone would make a mint covering their songs. The original guys behind the first and second waves of punk were happy if they got enough cash to eat; now bands like Green Day have the ability to drop $500,000 to $1,000,000 on a video, and have enough cash to hire stylists to fix them up backstage. I don’t mean to single out or bash Green Day, but they seem to be the band that is the most in your face of this new crop of bands.

I am also including a scan of the flyer for Cold War’s first “gig,” my old group. After I found out that a new band is gigging using this name I went and dug out my old pile of drawings and flyers, and found this one. If memory serves, Flesh Eaters didn’t play, but Chris D. was there hanging out. Something happened and the rest of the band couldn’t make it. Chris Wahl played in Cold War as well as the Flesheaters. We didn’t headline this show; I just put the flyer out with us on top. The Cold War lettering I fashioned after the Pink Floyd logo from The Wall album, I thought it would be funny. The rest of the lettering copied from the lettering I saw on the cover of Flipside number 30. I think it may have been done by Matt Groening, I knew his strip from L.A. Reader “Love Is Hell,” but when I pulled this flyer out I thought this looks like Simpson lettering. Back then it was just quirky, now it’s the Simpsons. Also, you may wonder what’s the deal with the symbol next to the name, I believe it’s the symbol Phi, I saw it somewhere started using it as a sort representation of the world being divided, basically I thought it was cool. Enjoy.



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015: http://goo.gl/n9ofGb

Symbol Six, Barrio Tiger, Brainspoon & The Blackerbys – LIVE


Symbol Six, Barrio Tiger, Brainspoon & The Blackerbys
Cafe Nela, Los Angeles, CA
March 7, 2015

Prior to this show I have only ventured out to Café Nela one time and it was over thirteen months back. Last time I was there I, pretty much, had a shitty time. So, needless to say I was hesitant about going. Well, this night was one of those rare shows where every single band on the bill was really good. Usually there are one or two duds. This night was good.

The first band on was The Blackerbys. This was my first time seeing them. To my surprise they were really good, sort of punk, and sort of rock. All around good band.

In between bands I received two completely different, but compliments. The first came from a guy out on the patio, he said, “I love all of your stories, each one has that little nugget of gold in it.” I thanked him. And of course analyzed that statement.

Later in the evening a guy came up to me, slightly inebriated and said, “I just want to thank you for being such a great writer.” I thanked him also and said, “I’m not sure that I am, but I appreciate it.”

I love getting peoples reaction to what I do. Sometimes you sit for so long, banging on the keyboard, you forget people are seeing this. It’s great to hear people’s reactions.

The second band on was Brainspoon. I really like them. I saw them four or five years back at The Redwood. Guitarist Michelle Balderrama has been my secret crush for years, that is until I told my wife, and then shit got weird for a minute. Bygones. Anyway, great band. Very good guitarist.

So, I’m talking to an old friend, when that scene from the movie Friday pops into my head. The character played by the very cute Nia Long asks Ice Cube, “Craig, are you high?” He brushes his pants, straightens his shirt and says, “Do I look high?”

I was talking to a guy about music, bands he’s been in, the bands he’s in now. And all through the conversation he’s doing the “Nod.” So, I say, “Fuck the bands, get yourself better, then worry about the music.” He looked at me like I had said, “Your fuckin’ face is purple!”

Right before he could respond, he nodded again.

The third band of the night was Barrio Tiger. I’m not exactly sure how to describe them. There are elements of punk, rock and rockabilly. I was lucky enough to see them about a year or so back at a show with Rikk Agnew. Great show then and pretty damn good this time too.

The final band of the night was Symbol Six. They opened up with some kind of eerie musical introduction that made a few people say, “This doesn’t sound like Symbol Six.”

And then faster that you can turn from the Spice channel to Desperate Housewives when your wife walks in the room, Symbol Six steamrolls into a completely new set-list. I thought I was familiar with their songs, but there was only a couple I recognized this night.

As a four-piece they are working like a well oiled machine. I heard a couple people mention they have a split coming out with Rikk Agnew. Should be good.

If you have a chance to see any of these bands, go. All in all, a great show. The PA was off for a few songs or so, I couldn’t hear a lot of the vocals, but I had a clear view of the bands and I had fun.

As I was leaving Cafe Nela that night there was a crowd of people on the patio, I walked closer to get a good look at what everyone was checking out. Apparently, people were taking turns lighting some guy’s chest hair on fire.

If you were there you had fun, if you weren’t there – you wish you were.

One of the things that I used to love, and I don’t see people doing any longer are going out to eat after shows. In my younger years we’d hit up a Denny’s or whatever local diner we could find. And have a 2:00, 3:00 or 4:00am breakfast. Nowadays, everybody just wants to sleep.

So, that night after leaving Cafe Nela I was hungry, I got off the 405 at Roscoe and drove through the Taco Bell that said “Open 24 Hours!” It was closed. I found a Jack In The Box; it would have to do, because I didn’t want to walk into a Denny’s by myself.

Anyway, I order and when I pulled up to pay, the cashier yells, “Oh shit!” I thought it was in regards to my dashing good looks, but no. He said, “Did you see that shadow run by your car.” I said, “A lot of homeless people live by the railroad tracks here.” I was about six feet from the tracks and every morning ten or twelve make their way over to Jack In The Box to wash up and eat whatever they could afford.

He said, “No, there was no person. Just a shadow ran by.” Shit. It was 1:30 or so in the morning I was in no frame of mind to deal with ghosts, spirits or voodoo. I wanted to pay and eat a cheap taco.

The cashier went into the restaurant and said, “Hey Juan that shadow is back running around.”

I made sure my car was locked, and once the bag was handed to me I boned the fuck out.



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015: http://goo.gl/n9ofGb

Rikk Agnew – All By Myself


Rikk Agnew – All By Myself
Label: Frontier Records
Released: October 1982

Rikk Agnew – vocals, guitar, bass and drums

1 O.C. Life
2 10
3 Yur 2 Late
4 Everyday
5 One Shot
6 Falling Out
7 Surfside
8 It’s Doing Something
9 Fast
10 Section 8

Rikk Agnew wrote, sang and played every note on his first solo LP, All by Myself, released in October 1982. The vinyl has been out-of-print since the mid-’80s, then reappeared as bonus tracks on the Adolescents’ self-titled CD up until 2000. Frontier has always felt that this album contained some of his best songs (“O.C. Life,” “Falling Out”), finally released all by itself on CD, and reactivated on vinyl.

Between 1979-1981 Agnew would form/be involved/write for/produce for: The Adolescents; Christian Death; Social Distortion (for which he was responsible in putting together); Rikk Agnew (solo); 45 Grave; Voodoo Church; The Detours; D.I..

From playing with the Adolescents, to recording the first Christian Death album, then record this solo album entitled “All By Myself” in which he plays every instrument including the drums. It is a testament to his talent.

If you get the chance, give this album a listen, it’s a good listen. It’s a great snapshot of a great time in punk rock.

Rating: *** three out of three stars

On to the story . . .

Back in High School (Birmingham High School, Van Nuys, CA) I had a friend I met on my first day of school. I was already into the punk scene, and this guy Rob L. was completely the opposite, straight-laced business major. Anyway, on the first day we kept bumping into each other in different classes, and finally got to talking in P.E. Rob had a really sarcastic wit, and he was real observant. We became friends, and hung out for a couple of years. Rob wasn’t a punk, but loved to flip through any and all fanzines (Flipside, Slash, and We Got Power) that I had. He seemed particularly interested in all the trends (who was reading poetry on stage) and all the punk gossip. He would take one of my Flipside’s to a boring class and bring me back these very “Flipside-like” cartoons of people we went to school with. I just found these cartoons in an over-sized envelope when I moved this past October, the drawings are about 27 years old, and they were really funny back then they’re OK now.

In order to understand these strips I have to give some background on the characters Rob drew. First the was a guy who was two years ahead of us named Ryan, he was a senior when we got to Birmingham. He dug punk, but never seemed to want to admit it. He was about 6’2” or 3 and wore a grown-out looking flat top. He had this cool gray and black leather jacket that he made himself, using an industrial sewing machine. He would occasionally sneak over and talk to me or the other punks in the school, but if people were around he steered clear. He probably didn’t want any of the drama that went along with being a punk. The first time I met Ryan, Rob was with me, we talked for a bit and as Ryan walked away Rob whispered to me that Ryan was the Punk Rock Frankenstein. Now Ryan didn’t look like Frankenstein, but between the haircut and height the name stuck. So, from then on he was Frankie.

The second character Rob wrote about was a girl named Leslie. Leslie was in our grade, and was a real attractive girl. For the first half of tenth grade, Leslie looked like a member of the Go-Go’s, mini skirts, rolled bandana’s, the whole look (hey, it was the ‘80’s). The second semester of tenth grade, Leslie shows up with a boyfriend who was part of the Suicidal Tendencies gang, and hated anybody who didn’t attend as many shows as her. Leslie came from money and lived in Encino, whereas myself and some of the other punks lived in Reseda or Van Nuys and didn’t have a bunch of cash. So, I went to shows when I had money or could get in free. After being a punk for three weeks Leslie hated me because I didn’t hang out at Godzilla’s every weekend, and if I laughed, I’d would be warned that the Suicidal Tendencies gang would do me in at the next show I went to. So, Rob went to work on a comic strip of “Frankie” wrecking Leslie in mine and Rob’s honor.

The third character Rob mentions is one of my two Steph friends, Steph C. One day Leslie fed up with all the “posers” in the school (the remaining five of us who had been into the scene for two to three years) and starting writing on our lockers, stuff like “DIE POSERS!” and “STEPH AND HER BOYFRIEND, MIKE ARE POSERS!” (We never dated). Rob thought this was funny; no other music caused such drama. Here half the school, disliked punks, and now punks hated punks. Anyway, here are four cartoons by the legendary Rob, showing “Frankie” in all his glory, slamming, and fighting the evil Leslie.



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015: http://goo.gl/n9ofGb

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