GG ALLIN

Life After Prison

(And Back)
March 26, 1991 - February 27, 1992

AFTER PRISON

I want to go forward
Into the burning sun
Breaking into evil's womb and beyond
Just waiting to be explored

On March 26th, 1991, GG Allin was paroled from prison with a one-way bus ticket to Ann
Arbor, a $250.00 parole loan, and only the clothes on his back. His head was now shaved (due
to the fact that in prison he refused to wash or comb it) and as he got on the bus in Muskegon
he mind was racing...
Allin got off the bus in Ann Arbor he had only been here once before. But he couldn't
fucking remember it. The first thing Allin did was cash his parole loan check and buy a pack of
Marlboro Reds; then he proceeded to explore the town via State Street, Ann Arbor's busiest
street. Within about 15 minutes of stalking, Allin couldn't believe his eyes. There in the midst of
hundreds of people (mostly college kids) was a striking resemblance to Leslie Morgan... But
what could the odds be of that, thought GG. So his curiosity drew him in for a closer look
sure enough standing about 12 feet away was this red-headed bitch that he thought he would
never see again. Both sets of eyes met on contact. Rage began to build in him, a sudden panic
gripped him; if looks could kill, what a battle this would have been.
Allin was going to walk by, trying to avoid her when all of a sudden she spoke out,
When did you get out of prison? Allin, still walking as he spoke out, A few hours ago...
Well, how does it feel?, she replied. I'll let you know, said Allin, Ill be around... Then
Leslie appeared bitter and snapped out, I hope not. It's too bad they released you. Then Allin
walked off laughing to himself. For he had a feeling that their paths would one day cross
again...
Allin then headed to North 4th Avenue and got a room at the Ann Arbor YMCA. He
checked into Room 509 where he would pay his rent weekly. In his room he shut the door.
Alone at long last. Not having to hear or see a single soul after an over-crowded 19 months in
the penitentiary. Allin felt angry prison only seemed to fuel his fires he hated everybody.
Especially all the lame college cunts and yuppie fucks in Ann Arbor.
But his silence was soon shattered by a loud pounding on his door. Open up, a voice
yelled out, this is the Ann Arbor Police Department. We have to talk with you. Now what the
fuck did this pigs want, thought Allin. Allin opened the door and with a pissed-off look in his
eyes said, Now what the fuck do you want, haven't you got enough time out of me already?
The police handed Allin a restraining order, informing him that he was to stay far away from
Ms. Leslie Morgan. Apparently after seeing GG on the street, Ms. Morgan ran directly to the
Police Dept. and said he threatened her and that she feared him; the police told Allin that if he
was to be found anywhere near her, he would be arrested. So the first day out and already GG
Allin had the long arm of the law breathing down his neck...
Allin remained in his room for the first few days. Withdrawn, shade pulled, lights out,
door barricaded the only thing on his mind at this time was to get an LP recorded. Everything
he wrote and felt while in prison, he had to get down on vinyl. He already had a contract signed
with New Rose Records in Paris, France, and it was already agreed upon while in prison that
he would do the LP with the North Carolina band Antiseen, as they were already there and he
had the music all recorded.
Allin wasted no time got a parole pass from his agent Keith Hickmon and within a
couple weeks he caught a flight out of Detroit to Charlotte, N.C. The plane ride was paid for by
Repo Records, who had put out an EP for GG while he was down; it was also planned that he
would make his first in-store appearance at Repo while he was there.
The day GG arrived in Charlotte, Dee Clayton (wife of Jeff Clayton lead singer of
Antiseen) gave birth to a baby girl, Carrie, so it was quite a hectic time for everyone involved.
So GG and his entourage had the Clayton Residence as Party Headquarters. Mucous McCain
and his girlfriend came up from South Carolina where they were now living since his departure
from the army. Also Mark Robinson and his girlfriend Shireen came up from Florida for GG's
first outing. Mark was helping GG out with promo work, etc, and they were also talking about
doing some recording in Florida in the not too distant future...but priorities first, the LP had to
be recorded...
The music was already down so it was pretty much just GG and Jeff in the studio doing
vocals then later the band would show up to do the backup. It was the first time GG had done
any vocals in almost two years, but almost everything was recorded on the first take. His anger
would speak for itself. Antiseen was the perfect band for this LP hard and nasty but if they
hit it off musically, still personally GG had nothing in common with them deep inside. For the
most part they all had girlfriends and jobs, and now Jeff and Dee had a baby. GG would have
no part of any serious relationship he put all of his energies and powers back inside himself
that's why he considered himself the real Rock & Roll King and Savior.
The next day at the in-store, GG announced his suicide date for October 31st, 1992. He
also gave an outline of his mission to the press, local papers, magazines, etc...also the local
cable news station for the remainder of GG's stay. He and his gang and hangers-on got fucked
up, played with guns and talked about what was next. GG promised them a bloody highway
ahead as soon as the time was right.

BACK IN ANN ARBOR

Meanwhile back in Ann Arbor, GG was the ragged eyesore about town people had not
forgotten the chaos he created back in 89. The cops always hassled him on the streets and
when people saw him walking around they would cross the street or walk the other way. Allin
hated everything and trusted nobody. He was everywhere else but here, deep in the heart of
nowhere. He never made eye contact...most folks acted as if he were a loaded gun or some kind
of infected leper. Most understood his blankness and dismay, and they knew not to trouble it.
The Disappointments were at this time trying to get GG back. They wanted to rehearse
and start doing some shows. GG would keep setting up meeting places for them to discuss it,
but then he would never show up. It would only happen when he was ready. He didnt give a
fuck who he inconvenienced. He ran hot and cold, his moods would change rapidly, what he
felt one minute would be completely different the next. He filled everyone with his deceptions
and broken promises. He did whatever he wanted to at that exact minute - he told somebody
that the right side of his brain always had violent encounters with the left side and when the
demons run rampant you better be out of the way. If he told you he was going to do something,
your best bet was not to plan on it. Dean Carls (Ted Bundys) and Wes Beech (Plasmatics)
were also trying to put a band together for GG.
He encouraged it, but then again he would encourage all and only take what he wanted
when he was ready. He was only looking out for #1 - himself. After all the shit he had been
through, he certainly didnt give a fuck what anyone thought. He was self-contained, distant,
mysterious. He wrote on his wall in Room 509:
Im a snake, cold and hard
I reveal nothing to you
You only see what I want you to see
My attack will leave no clues
Often he felt so removed that he would lock himself up in his room, shut out the lights,
curl up into a ball under his desk and down a bottle of Jim Beam only to wake up in the
morning having pissed all over himself.
Meanwhile Peter Goldberg, GGs lawyer in Milwaukee had been calling him quite
regularly as he was preparing for Allins jury trial that was to take place in Milwaukee
sometime in July. The trial was going to decide if he was guilty of disorderly conduct from a
performance he did at the Odd Rock Caf in Milwaukee, WI back in 89. The charge was that
Allin came out nude, dragged a female onstage, simulated sex acts, assaulted the audience and
defecated onstage and threw it at the audience. That show was done with The Toilet Rockers.
So Allin had that in the back of his mind; Mark Robinson had also called GG to set up an
instore appearance at Alternative Records in Tampa, FL as well as a recording session. GG
wanted to take care of that before the trial. He told Mark to set it up, he was like a loaded
machinegun making up for lost time.
But before he would go to Florida he booked a flight with his old Suicide Sessions
comrade Mark Sheehan. As usual Mark set up his 4-track machine and within a couple of
hours they had come up with 5 songs that sucked their anger, hatred and frustration out of them
both. All gloom and serious, making up songs on the spot because they truly felt it. Making out
as if the future had nothing left to hold but trouble, pain and suffering. What they created was a
7 with the songs Slaughterhouse Deathcamp, Castration Crucifixion, Snakemans Dance,
Watch Me Kill, Master Daddy and Feces & Blood - Bacteria of the Soul. These songs would
later be released in the USA and Japan.
Back in Ann Arbor, GG touched down just long enough to check in with his parole
officer, got another pass, then he was on another plane to Tampa, FL for a week. Meanwhile
the CD/LP GG recorded with Antiseen had been released in Europe (called Murder Junkies)
and was slowly making its way to this continent.
The instore was set for July 27th, 1991 But GG arrived a couple of days earlier.
GG stayed with Mark Robinson and they also had roommate and his girlfriend was
hanging around. A lot of plans were made, but for the most part a lot of alcohol consumption
took place. Madness was about to take over this house as only GG could invite. Mark and him
even turned on each other often throughout his stay as tension built, Mark often having to sleep
outside, unless of course he wanted to stay up and watch GG jerk off all night while sucking
on his roommates girlfriends panties he had stolen. People were in and out and were doing
interviews, or just stopping by out of curiosity. The house was beginning to look like a
dumpsite before long. Beer, wine and whiskey bottles covered the floor and all the tables, and
garbage was strewn everywhere. GG seemed to have an odor however that made the even
apartment smell OK. His T-shirt had yellowed due to the fact that over 90& of it was covered
in cum stains and he could also scrape the dirt from his body literally with his fingernails.
Nobody was sure if he had even taken a bath or shower since his release from prison.
And sleep was almost nil, as GG would drink all night and play an acoustic guitar,
making up songs as Mark recorded. Or late-night drunken swims in the pool, jumping off the
roof into about 3 feet of water as the neighbors would yell for them to shut up and keep it
down. They ignored those pleas. Even a late-night wrestling match on the kitchen floor. A
personality has different ways of releasing itself and its tension. Allins was in madness and
Rock N Roll...
The instore was a major success. GG, Mark and his girlfriend and their roommate all
pitched in to rent a limo to get them there. They all knew they would be too fucked up to make
it on their own. So around 10:00 AM it picked they up and drove them around Tampa for a
couple of hours before arriving at the store. In the limo some of them would have breakfast...a
breakfast that consisted of Jim Beam, champagne and marijuana.
At 12:00 when the limo finally did arrive at the store, the place was packed and people
were waiting inside to get a first glimpse of Mr. Scumbag Extraordinaire. When the driver
opened the door to let them out, the smell of a sewer came seeping out...the smell and feel that
told you that GG Allin was in town.
GG and Mark ended up selling everything they had, Allin even selling some of the
clothes on his back as he so often did. He signed autographs, tits, asses, and at one point he
even bashed his head continuously against the hard wood counter, drawing blood and bleeding
all over peoples LPs. People bought him gifts of Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, cigarettes, pot,
panties, pills, records, photos, etc... The whiskey, pot and pills he indulged quickly, the rest he
sold...he had no room for possessions. Someone at the store even offered to give GG a free
tattoo. GG took him up on it and later that week Allin had a rat put on the left side of his head.
After about 2 hours at the store, GG was ready to get the fuck back to Marks and start in
on some heavy drinking. But before they did leave the store, 3 beautiful young and sexy girls
approached GG. They were strippers at a local bar and GG wasted no time in asking them over
to Marks. They had to work that night said they, so Allin invited them for a photo session the
following day; they accepted. Angel, one of the 3 girls, gave GG her phone# and Allin gave
them directions to Marks. Then both parties went off, GG Mark and Shireen went back to the
house, along with a few other followers for some more bleeding, stinking and drinking.......
The following day was much like the others. Allin still drink drum the night before and
topping it off with a morning beer. Actually it was the afternoon. It wouldnt be long before the
3 girls showed up for the photos, other people were already hanging around waiting... Allin
ignored them for the most part. There would be more interviews set up that day. But Allin did
not trust the alternative music press, he perceived them as no different from anyone else trying
to brainwash people into playing into the political ass kissing in the music industry. At this
point, Allin was only interested in getting the photos done, getting drunk, getting some pussy
and doing the recording session that Mark had set up for that evening...
That late afternoon in the aftermath, Mark and Shireen were again arguing in the
bedroom. On the living room couch, GG and Angel sat finishing a bottle of wine. GG
convinced her to stay and go to the studio with them much against the wishes of Mark &
Shireen. She had her own car so GG took advantage of the opportunity. This even sparked up a
fight between all 4 of them.
But GG got the last word Fuck you, he screamed out, Fuck all of you, its my way
or no way. Now GG was pissed off... He was bringing Angel to the studio, he screamed out
again If she dont go, then I dont fucking go. Then GG and Angel walked out, got into her
car and drove off to the local liquor store. There they purchased a fifth of vodka and continued
driving around and yelling at slow moving vehicles as Angel drove 90-100 MPH sucking
down the vodka with GG. But after nearly hitting another car, Allin ordered her to watch where
the fuck she was going. He didnt need any pigs on his ass. She looked over at him and said,
Youre no fun. With that, Allin then backhanded her in the face as hard as he could and
replied, Im not here to have fun. They then drove back to Marks.
Mark and Shireen were still going at it, so GG and Angel collapsed on the couch. Within
minutes GG pulled out his then hard dick and started stroking it. Soon he had her miniskirt
yanked up and her panties around her ankles. The cunt-sucking cannibal did not hesitate in
getting to the meat of the matter. He sucked her cunt with savage fury, this 18-year old blonde
bitch was solid and tight. GG buried his face in her cunt sticking his tongue inside as far and
hard as it would go. Then, spreading the cheeks of her tight ass with his hands, he indulged in
assfucking her with his tongue. Allin sucked her cunt and ass for at least an hour. Then he
needed something deeper...
He leaped up and grabbed the first glass he could find off a nearby counter. He drank
down whatever liquid was in it and ordered Angel to go piss in it. Why, she asked; Because
I want to fucking drink it, thats why, stated Allin. So she took the glass and disappeared into
the bathroom. She returned soon after with the glass 3/4 filled with her urine. GG quickly
drank half of it down. Its got a great taste, he boasted. Then he sprawled out on the couch,
pulled down his crusty, smelly pants and started jerking off rapidly. Feed me your piss, he
demanded. She knelt down, sticking her long, sensuous fingers into the piss continuously and
stuck them deep into GGs waiting mouth. She started getting into it. Drink my body fluids
you bastard, she cried out. GG was moaning like a mad dog in heat. Within seconds he blew
his load all over his already cumstained T-shirt, so he just rubbed it in... Then they finished
what little bit of vodka they had left and Angel ended up passing out on the floor. GG quickly
ran up and got Mark and told him to get a camera. So Mark took pictures of GG sucking her
tits and pussy while she lay out cold on the floor..........
Within a couple of hours it was time to head out to the studio Sycom Sound. A still-
drunken GG woke Angel, half dragging her out to the car. Mark was going to drive her car and
Shireen, who was still passed out, would meet them there later... On the way GG told Mark to
pull over so he could buy a case of beer. Mark was pissed about it because he was worried
about getting kicked out of the studio because it was located at the university of South Florida,
where Mark was going to school and the recording was being done without their knowledge.
But GG didnt give a fuck he wanted more alcohol and you certainly cant argue with a
drunken GG Allin.
When they finally did arrive at the studio, the band was almost finished with the music.
GG, Mark and Angel now downed beers... The more Mark drank the more he forgot about
being pissed in the first place. Eventually as the night progressed, it was Mark who actually
went out for more. When it was finally time for GG to do his vocals, Angel was once again
passed out cold. GG dragged her into the vocal booth and laid her down at his feet, where she
remained until the very early morning when the sessions were completed. Between takes GG
would go down on the cold, beautiful, sleeping, drunken bitch for inspiration...
After the session was over, all were more than satisfied with the results. It was a mix of
honky-tonk, bluesy, jazzed-up ragtime sound with that special GG Allin touch and lyrics that
made it his own. Exactly what he was looking for. The original plan was for it to be a complete
acoustic record. So when piano, accordion, drums and amps came in, GG was in a fury. But
when it was finally completed, GG knew he had created what he was looking for. The vocals
came out a bit rough, but then again, after this week was over, so was GG.
The song-titles were: Watch Me Kill - Living On The Outskirts Of Life - Fuck Authority
- Carmelita (with Shireen on backup vocals) - Snakeman - Guns, Bitches, Brawls & Bottles /
Studio: Sycom Sound / The band: Paul Reller - Producer, guitar, drums, accordion & piano
Andy Irvine - Bass Bob Widenhofer - Lead guitar.
Back in Ann Arbor, GG was now somewhat preparing for his trial that was but a few
weeks away. The Disappointments were constantly at GG to set up some shows. So was Wes
Beech and now GGs brother Merle had called and said he also had a band together in NYC
that was ready to tour. As usual GG encouraged all and would take what he wanted, only when
he wanted. GG knew he had to do some shows soon before he exploded... He would often sit
in his room naked with a sharp dagger and slice up his body. As the blood seeped out of his
flesh he would jerk off with sexual excitement, again the craving for blood was upon him,
stronger and more intense. Crazily digging into his skin as a weird dark tempo was beating in
his chest, he couldnt wait any longer. The excitement stabbed deep into his bowels as he was
all flesh and bleeding, as only he himself could fulfill the strange dark cravings he along had
felt.
He soon told The Disappointments to go ahead and book some shows around Detroit,
when the trial was over he would be ready. He also told Merle to book some shows on the East
Coast, GG would be ready to tour very, very soon. Everyone waited in anticipation as to what
would be next for GG after his prison stay.
 MILWAUKEE

GG arrived in Milwaukee Sunday Aug, 18 1991 via Greyhound and booked a room until the
following Friday at the Hotel Wisconsin, which is right downtown and easy access to his
lawyers office and the courthouse. The trial was to start the following Monday and GG was
hoping to have it wrapped up that Friday, as before he left he was informed he had a gig in
Muskegon, MI that Saturday and in Detroit Sunday with The Disappointments. The press was
already hot on the trial as both Milwaukee papers The Journal and The Sentinel ran big stories
on the upcoming event. Allin spent most of that Sunday evening with his lawyer Peter
Goldberg and his assistant going over the preliminaries.....
The following Monday morning GG arrived in the courtroom at 8:30 AM. He refused to
compromise on his appearance in any way throughout the entire trial. He wore his dog collar,
leather coat, crusty jeans and boots, sunglasses and his prison cap.
The first day was to pick out a jury. After they were told what they would have to sit
through at the trial and the video they would have to watch, a good 10-15 people dismissed
themselves saying they didnt think they could stomach it. Some were prejudiced on Allins
appearance alone... This procedure took about 3/4 of the day, so it was late afternoon before
they even got into any opening arguments.
Goldberg was fighting for Allin on the 1st and 5th amendments, while the prosecutor
Assistant District Attorney Michael Steinhafel said that Allin had committed a crime and was
not justifiable by the constitution on those amendments. The arguments would continue for five
8-hour days, courtroom procedures would begin every morning at around 8:30 and end at
about 5:00 PM. It was a media circus... The press and all the news stations were in court every
day. Allin was in the paper and on all the news channels second only to Jeffery Dahmer who
was also going to court around the same time. Allin remained silent for the first 3 days as the
press hounded him down to make a statement. Allins lawyer told the press Its not what Allin
says here today, but what he did onstage in 89 thats the issue. But Allin would make a
statement when he was ready... Allin and Goldberg had many a heated argument over the trial;
Allin wanted it his way and at times had to be taken out of the courtroom where he would yell
at Goldberg and tear up documents when he felt misrepresented.
But just because Allin was going to court everyday and getting up early in the mornings
didnt mean this would curb his appetite for alcohol consumption and party time... Mark Hejnar
from Tall Napkin Productions also had a room at the Hotel Wisconsin, he was there filming the
entire trial. From the time the trial let out in the afternoon till the wee hours of the morning, you
could find Allin & Hejnar at just about any sleazy downtown bar that stayed open all night.
Allin would pass out with his clothes on and just roll out of bed every morning and walk to
court hungover. Still in the same clothes he had worn since he got out of the can.
The trial went on all week. (For complete info request transcript from the Milwaukee
court Milwaukee vs Kevin Allin AKA GG Allin)
Its very detailed.
That Friday after a long exhaustive week in court it looked like the final day. The jury had
watched a video tape of Allins performance twice and heard some of the most explicit
language and actions that actually made one juror so sick she had to be replaced. The closing
statements by prosecutor Michael Steinhafel and lawyer Goldberg were quite lengthy (see
transcripts for more). The overall view from Steinhafel was that Allin committed criminal acts
onstage. You cannot commit a crime and call it art. He said it broke all the rules of human
decency and morality. He pleaded for a guilty verdict.
Goldbergs closing statement lasted well over an hour. He read Allins lyrics as he stood
with arms straight out symbolizing being nailed Jesus Christ. He screamed at the jury, GG
Allin is the Rock n Roll Savior. He acts out his lyrics onstage and people pay to see it. Many
more witnesses were checked in Allins defence, then in the prosecutors... Even a college
professor stood up for Allin as did a female fan who said Allin threw feces in her hair; she said
she then went home, cut it out of her hair, put it in a plastic bag and kept it as a souvenir. He is
a symbol of rebellion and anger that our youth of today feel. You may not like what he does,
but you dont have to go see it
The jury left the courtroom and everyone was dismissed until they would come back with
their decision. Allin went out to a bar and drank some beers before returning. It took the jury
only about 2 hours to come back with a decision. Allin waited in anticipation. It was close to
call, some thought it could go either way. But Allin had watched the jury, a bunch of
conservative milwaukeeans...he could tell he was a condemned man in their eyes.
The circuit judge John J. Dimatto was handed the decision, as he read it all was silent...
We the jury, find the defendant Kevin Allin AKA GG Allin guilty of disorderly conduct as
charged. Allin showed no emotion.
The judge sentenced him to 60 days in jail and a $1500.00 fine. Goldberg then filed an
appeal which would set Allin free on his original $500.00 bond. The next step would be the
supreme court.
On Allins way out of the courtroom he was mobbed by reporters, TV cameras, tape
recorders, etc. Allin then made his statement, a strong statement that would be heard all around
the country. Im not guilty, Allin firmly stated. I dont give a shit what the jury said...theyre
just a bunch of narrow-minded, hypocritical robotic puppets of society, who look like my dead
grandmother. Allin was shouting at everyone. Theyre just trying to kill the real underground
of Rock & Roll in which I am the King...but they cant do it. Theyll never be able to stop me.
This wont change anything. Ill continue to do just as I fucking damn well please. Fuck them
cunts. Rock & Roll lives on in me Im God, Jesus Christ and Satan all rolled into one. There
is no higher power than GG Allin. Allin also made a statement about his suicide plans, then he
walked away.
The following day every newspaper in the country from Los Angeles to NYC ran
outrageous headlines. USA Today quoted Allins statement about the jury, CNN showed Allin
flipping the bird while leaving the courtroom, radio, TV, newspapers quoted Allins every
statement, so in the final analysis, Allin did get the last words in. Now he felt ready to get back
on the road and to the stage. They hadnt seen anything yet... That night GG caught a
Greyhound back to Chicago, then to Muskegon, MI where the next night he was scheduled to
perform at the Ice Pick with The Disappointments.
GG arrived in Muskegon and walked over to the Ice Pick where he met up with the band.
It was the first time the whole band and GG had gotten together since the days in 1989 when
Allin was heading for a crash landing. They rehearsed that afternoon and basically did the same
set as the one they did back in 89. Muskegon after all this time was still not ready to accept
GG Allin. They still after all this time would not forget the chaos he created in this town. It was
like a hysterical stoppage of time most of the crowd that gathered that night were all from
surrounding communities.
But as the band took the stage that night, it hit Allin that the magic they once had was
gone. You cant force something that is not there... Allin could not bring himself back into it, if
he didnt feel it he wouldnt fake it. Maybe he still felt bitter, resentful against the band not
showing him more support when he went to prison. Allin sang with dull enthusiasm and
completely ignored the crowd like they didnt even exist. After about 15 minutes, Allin
screamed Fuck it, its just not happening tonight... Allin stormed off. He ended up staying
with Big Bad Bob at his 1249 Peck St. apartment, that brought back a lot of memories to Allin.
They still had the next night in Detroit. Allin thought to himself, Maybe its just Muskegon,
maybe it would be different in Detroit.
That day they arrived in Detroit at about 6:00 PM for soundcheck. After the check was
over Allin took off... Later that night as the all-ages crowd packed into Blondies on 7 Mile Rd.
and paid their 10 bucks a pop, Allin sat in the backstage room not saying a word. He was deep
inside of himself fighting amongst the demons within, in his mind he could hear the crashing
sounds, screams, hoarse cries, shouts of pain and anger. A couple girls came backstage to see
GG, maybe talk... But he didnt seem to even give a fuck about their presence either. To these
girls and most females for that matter, GG was a fascinating guy. But he was also a composite
of contradictions; you never know if hes going to kiss you or attack you.
The band took the stage that night before GG, kicking into Dope Money. Allin hit the
stage pissed off like a motherfucker...but something wasnt right in his head. What the fuck
was it, he thought. Prison, the band, what... He started beating his face and head, hard and
repeatedly until blood came gushing out, convulsing, but it was like something was holding
him back. He was confused and frustrated. Like a bomb ready to explode but not blowing up,
like he felt he needed. It still wasnt right and he knew it... Fuck it, its over, he screamed and
after only 10 minutes onstage Allin stormed off. The crowd looked on, was that the end? They
shouted for an encore but Allin refused. It had been a dark weekend for GG Allin, he went
outside the club to catch a ride back to Ann Arbor without even saying a word or goodbye to
the band.
He walked into the Ann Arbor Y, still covered in his blood as everyone just stared. He
was depressed, withdrawn, and in a dangerous state of mind. He stormed into his room and
grabbed his knife and started cutting his own flesh savagely. It was a way of letting off some of
the fierce inward pressure he was feeling, postponing the inevitable explosion.
A week later in Jam Rag newspaper in Detroit there was a review of the Blondies show.
Allin couldnt believe it... They actually raved about it, saying Allin looked like a champion
prizefighter in a victorious 10th round of a bloody battle within himself. They also said that it
was short, but it also said its better to see GG Allin do a 10-minute set than all the major label
recording bands play for 1 1/2 hours. With Allin...at least its real. You never know what youll
get, it depends on his many moods.
Back in Ann Arbor things were stil not working out and it getting worse. It seems Allins
Milwaukee conviction had made it into the Detroit news and free press, also the Channel 7 and
4 news, which didnt sit well with Keith Hickman, Allins parole agent. He thought Allin
should cool it for awhile. But Allin had no intentions of slowing down. Merle, GGs brother
called, and said he had 3 shows in the NY area for Aug 29, 30, 31....with The Murder Junkies.
Aug 29th at the Fast Lane in Asbury Park, NJ Aug 30th in Philadelphia, PA and the 31st at
Beowulf in NYC... Allin was ready, after playing with The Disappointments, he knew it was
time for a new band to play behind him. A new set of warriors. Hickman was reluctant to give
Allin a pass, but he had no right to deny it. So Allin was off to NYC with a Vengeance....

NYC

The Murder Junkies had already been practicing, so when GG got to town it would only take a
couple of get-togethers before they had it down. Chicken John (Letch Patrol) was on guitar,
Dino D. (Accidental Tribe) on drums and Merle Allin on bass. After one rehearsal in NYC,
GG knew this was going to work. Allin felt the blood rushing through his body, this was his
band, Chicken had a moving company so they would use his Penske truck for these gigs to get
their gear around.
It was Aug. 29th, GG Allins birthday.... The Murder Junkies were at the Fast Lane in
Asbury Park, NJ. When they got there for the soundcheck there was already a sizable crowd
outside waiting. Despite the Michigan shows, GG felt that this was actually his first gig since
prison. After soundcheck GG and the band hung out downstairs in the dressing room doing a
few interviews and Allin was not without his partner in crime Jim Beam. Then about midnight,
the band hit the stage. This was Bob Makins review of the show in East Coast Rocker: GGs
mission rocks the house Allin brings his R&R Mission to the Fast Lane.
Allin was in top form. The band played for almost an hour, it had to have been a record.
But GG had a lot built up inside. He had to get it out. They did a lot of songs from the Murder
Junkies LP on New Rose Kill The Police, I Love Nothing, Assassinate The President. Allin
screamed at the crowd, Prison hasnt tamed me, fuck the parole board, kill the police, prison
only made me a better criminal. Allin even did a rare encore that night. The next day they were
off to Philadelphia...although Allin wasnt real pleased with this show...
That night after the gig they all headed back to NYC. That was the gig GG Allin really
wanted more than the others. Pigpen was set to open the show. A guy named Unk was in the
band, a mutual friend of Merle and GG through John W. Gacy. Also an all-female noise band
called Thrust. These were all girls who worked at CBGBs where Merle used to work, so they
were put on the bill. This was a homecoming of sorts, lots of people showed up who GG
hadnt seen in years. You could feel the tension in the air, the room was packed right up to the
stage... Allin and the Junkies piled in the club about a half-hour before they were to take the
stage. They kicked everyone out of the backroom. All except for a couple people, one guy who
was feeding GG unlimited lines of cocaine and another girl buying him beer. So they could
stay... But this night was their night and GG was in control
They blasted onto the stage right into Gypsy Motherfucker, Expose Yourself To Kids,
Cunt-Sucking Cannibal, Im Gonna Rape You, etc. The band was playing hard and fierce as
Allin bloodied himself with broken bottles, bent cans, bashing the mic into his face, then up his
ass. He was kicking people in the face and grabbed some bitch by the hair in the front row and
stuck her face in his crotch, rubbing his cock all over her face, then kicking her away. GG was
completely naked and covered in blood. He walked to one side of the stage and put his hand on
the back of some guys head while the guy sucked his dick. Allin was pumping it right into the
guys mouth, then he would dive into the crowd and attack them. He also shit on the stage that
night, eating it and throwing the rest at the crowd.
Now he knew it was all being unleashed; he broke all the laws. After 35-40 minutes of
pure blistering bloodshed, the band left the stage, the crowd went wild, chanting GG, GG,
GG... The band ran back up onstage as Chicken fired into the first chords of I Wanna Fuck
Myself. Allin ran back onstage, still naked and bleeding to a riotous reception.
After the show they got back into the dressing room... Allin agreed to do one interview,
he told one reporter, My body is the Rock n Roll Temple, my flesh, blood and body fluids are
my communion to my followers...everybody else must die... Mykel Board wrote in Maximum
R&R of the show, Its great to see prison hasnt tamed GG, he is one of the only true R&R
heroes we have left anymore. He also had much praise for the poor girl on the front who was
brutally attacked by GG Allin and still remained in the front row...
GG stayed with Merle & Michie while in NYC at 298 Mulberry St. He was cut up from
head to tow and could hardly walk. But he felt great...when in physical pain he felt in tune. A
journey into danger which he lived for. But before he left NYC GG had a couple of girls set up
to piss in his mouth on video. He was doing a compilation, one girl was a friend of Unks and
the other was Amy; she was one of the girls in Thrust. Amy tied GG up on an American flag,
pissed a river down his throat, wiped her pussy on his mouth, then stuck her panties in his
mouth and whipped him. He and Amy from that day on would become partners whenever GG
was in NYC. She even broke a bottle over his head at a party, they were quite compatible in an
odd way. Whenever GG needed piss, pr panties she would give them up. She would even give
him bloody tampons to suck on or menstrual juice to drink if she was having her period. She
was a lesbian, but they could seem to understand each other, even if nobody else could....

ANN ARBOR

Nothing much had changed back home in Ann Arbor. GG hated it. He was spending more and
more time in Chicago and was seriously considering paroling there. Allin and his parole agent
did not get along..... But the Murder Junkies were setting up a tour of the country. Len Colby,
longtime hanger-on and one-time roommate of Merles was now also living in NYC. He was
in charge of booking the tour and doing the T-shirts up. Merle called GG and informed him that
the tour would be ready within a couple weeks...

FIRST TOUR

The first tour was fucked up. The first gig was actually in Santa Barbara, CA the band drove
from NYC to pick up GG in Ann Arbor, then they would drive out to California and work
their way back Merle Dino Chicken GG and Lenny & Tall Paul... Tall Paul, Merle &
Chicken did all the driving. They made stops on the way as they had a few days to kill... The
first major stop was in Las Vegas, Nevada where they hung out and gambled for awhile. Then
they decided to get a motel room at one of the big casinos just outside of Vegas.... For 2 days
all GG Allin did was drink and gamble. Everyone just went off and did whatever. The drinks
were free around the clock as long as you gambled. So gamble they did... Then after a couple of
days they were back on the road. Their first gig was in Santa Barbara at the Anaconda Club.
As soon as they got there things started to fuck up. The club owner said he had no P.A.
system so GG would have to sing through an amp. Then he had only one microphone. The
way GG goes through microphones, this did not seem possible. But they set up and ran
through a hyper soundcheck. GG was going crazy, you would have thought it was the show.
But it was amazing, sometimes GGs soundchecks were much better than the actual shows. For
the main reason being, it really wasnt a show. He really did feel it spiritually...
But that night the club starting filling up fast. GG was pretty drunk and pretty aggravated
about this whole half-assed situation. He and Chicken got into a fight about something so GG
punched him and kicked his amp over. As soon as they hit the stage the crowd went crazy, GG
was like a manic fireball, naked in a sea of airbound bodies. Needless to say, after the first song
the mic was broken, so GG just went off on the crowd. There was a college jock party going
on downstairs, so GG started screaming, If this fucking club owner doesnt get me another
mic, maybe we should all go downstairs and start some shit. This got the audience fired up.
The club owner was freaking out trying to find GG another microphone. The owners
wife was crying in a fit of fear of what might happen, and soon another mic was brought in.
The band fired into the next song. GG bashed it into the floor and then buttfucked himself with
it, then threw it at the crowd and stormed off in anger. The audience became hysterical. They
paid 10 bucks for 2 songs, but Allin didnt really give a fuck; it was the club owners problem
for not having any P.A. equipment. Soon a riot broke out, fights everywhere, the police
showed up and arrested 3 people. Luckily Allin escaped through a back door, down the stairs
and out another door, laughing like a maniac. He had a way of bringing out the worst in people.
There was a civil war back in the club, and like an outlaw, Allin split leaving violence and
chaos in his wake.
 He met back up with the band later after everyone had been evacuated, then they headed
off into the night towards LA.... The band had gotten an address from someone at the gig for a
place to stay the following night in Laguna Beach, CA. They had a night off before they had to
be in San Diego. They drove from Santa Barbara into Hollywood, where they spent the better
part of the next day hanging out on the strip and checking out Hollywood. When they got bored
with that, they headed out to where they would be staying that night in Laguna, driving about
an hour or so before they finally arrived at their destination.
From outside the house you could hear a Black Flag tape blasting away and the sounds of
some people playing pool and drinking beer. The house was rented out by a bunch of surf
punks and skaters. GG and his entourage filled into the house; his ability to make himself at
home wherever he was, was no exception here. He maneuvered himself to where the beer was
and joined in on the drinking festivities; by early evening the house was packed, people were
arriving with more beer and drugs. GG hung out on the porch outside overlooking the highway
below. He didnt like to be in a lot of light... People gave him beer, whiskey and joints in which
in indulged as always and as he became more intoxicated, the louder and more obnoxious he
would become.
At one point some prissy-looking bitch came out on the porch. GG walked over to her
and poured a beer all over her You son of a bitch! she screamed I just wanted to see
your tits, Allin slurred loudly. You fucking bastard, is that supposed to be punk or
something, she protested, then Allin in a violent raged smacked her in the face and spat on her.
She went running back into the house crying and carrying on. All he could hear was Merle
saying in the background, Is GG being a bad boy again...? Then someone came out and
suggested we all go to a local bar for awhile and come back when things cooled down, so GG
and his whole gang and a few other carloads of people flocked to this nearby club.
At this point GG was out-of-his-mind drunk. He was sitting at a table with about 6-8
other people. When he had to take a piss, instead of walking around, he would just stand on the
table and jump off. Then when he came back he would jump back over the table to his seat.
When he got sick of moving, he would take Lennys (Len Colbys) beer when it was half
drunk, put it under the table and piss in it. Lenny would be so drunk, he would drink it and not
even realize. Lenny, being a jew, thus became known as the Piss-Drinking Jew. A name that
would grow into legend as time went on. GG also pissed in glasses, going around to different
tables, pouring piss in everyones beer. GG and Merle got up on the dancefloor during a slow
song and did a waltz. It wasnt long before they got kicked out of the club...
Now back at the house things were a bit quieter as just about everyone had left. Before
GG passed out, he found a can of spraypaint and painted a big cock on the wall, then he
sprayed Eat My Fuck GG Allin and The Murder Junkies. The next day, GG and Merle
went to a tattoo place in Laguna Beach. The owner was at the party the night before and he
offered them free tats if they came in. GG got a sharks head put on the right side of his head
and Merle got the Murder Junkies logo on his wrist. Later that afternoon it was back on the
highway to the Spirit Club in San Diego...
The parking lot was filling up as GG and the Murder Junkies were finishing their
soundcheck. After the check GG wanted to split. He didnt want to talk to anybody, so they
were going to take the can and check out San Diego. As GG was walking out the door of the
club towards the can, some guy came up to him and said Hi Kevin. GG ignored him. Again
he approached Allin, Hi Kevin. GG remembered he had seen this guy before at the Santa
Barbara show, now he was in Allins face. He kept following GG around like a lost puppy
dog, then as Allin was about to get into the passenger seat of the can, he heard it again, Where
are you going Kevin... Then Allin turned around, and as hard as he could, punched that
motherfucker in the face with such impact he broke a bone in his hand. The guy looked like he
was going to start crying...then the van pulled out of the lot.
The spirit club was packed as the opening band Meatwagon was pounding through their
set. The Murder Junkies arrived back at the club about halfway through Meatwagons set,
taking over the band room. GG was running around in a pair of womans underwear, guzzling
his Jim Beam and pacing like a caged animal just ready to attack. Someone from Flipside
Magazine wanted to do an interview, but Allin declined until after the show.
GG Allin & The Murder Junkies rushed the stage at midnight; (Flipside tells of the show
in their magazine...) When the show was over, the club looked more like a warzone, a
battlefield. Water pipes were broken and the entire floor was flooded. Broken tables and chairs
covered the entire stage and throughout the club was pandemonium. Some people were even
taken away by an ambulance with broken bones, the club owner estimated $1,700.00 worth of
damage. You would have to see it to believe it...
Allin was back in the dressing room after the show, as the band was loading the
equipment back into the van. He was a bloody mess, blood was literally pouring out of his
entire body. But to Allin that was irrelevant. Even backstage as people flocked by to get a closer
look, Allin was so charged up from the show, he took 6 bottles and broke them all over his
head one after the other. When Merle came and got him and told him they were ready to leave,
Allin grabbed another bottle of Jim Beam somebody gave him and he staggered out to the van.
There were still a lot of people outside hanging out; before GG got into the van, he
grabbed some girl and they both fell to the ground. GG ripped her shirt off, sucked on her tits,
then got up and darted for the van. Tall Paul was behind the drivers wheel and off they were
again into the night, bound for San Francisco. They were to drive all night and hit Frisco
sometime early the next day. GG was pumped with adrenaline...on the road, GG sat in the front
seat, his dirty bandana covering one eye as he hunched forward, just staring at the long ribbon
of road ahead, swigging down the bottle of Jim Beam as Paul drove and the rest of the band
crashed out.
They arrived in San Francisco about midday. Just as the rest of the band was coming
around to the new day, to GG it felt like the end. As the alcohol started to wear off, GG could
sense some immense pain to the point where he could hardly move. In San Fran they were
going to be staying with Blag from The Dwarves, who were also opening for Allin at Club
Rendezvous the following night. So the band found their way to his apartment, except for GG.
He crawled back into the back of the van and passed out. Allin spent the whole day and night in
the van...he was sweating, going through hot and cold flashes, drooling on himself. At one
point, even though he could barely walk, he found his way to an alley to take a shit. He wiped
his ass with his socks, then puked all over himself.
The next morning when Merle and the rest of the band went to check on the van and GG,
they knew something was seriously wrong. Allin could hardly move. He was in a hallucinatory
state of mind...they rushed him to the emergency room of nearby St. Marys Hospital....
Doctors immediately took him in and starting taking his blood. He had a fever of 103.9, and the
doctors told Merle and the others that GG would have to be admitted. Merle asked the doctor
what his chances were of playing that night and coming back to the hospital tomorrow. The
doctor replied, Its a matter of life or death. This man is full of infection, puss and still has
glass lodged under his flesh... So he was hooked up to an I.V. machine, put on antibiotics
immediately and laid into a room. The gig that night would have to be cancelled. One doctor
told Merle that he doubted GG would be able to even continue the tour as sick as he was. But
GG Allin told the band to hang out... He was somehow determined to finish the tour.
That night Club Rendezvous closed early because GG wasnt playing, the other 2 bands
decided to cancel as well. A large crowd was turned away. The hospital was swamped with
phone calls, so the staff made Allin give them a code to use for only his band. Everything was
now falling apart... Blag asked the band to leave his apartment that day also; it seemed that he
couldnt deal with their antics. So Merle got on the phone and called Dave the Wave who was
with The Murderers during GG Allins fiasco during the Morton Downey Jr. Incident. He told
Merle the band could stay there until GG was released, the doctors told Allin he would more
than likely have to remain in the hospital for a week. But this would definitely fuck up the tour.
Merle in the meanwhile talked with Shel, the owner of Club Rendezvous about rebooking the
show...
So the band had a meeting at GGs bedside, if he could somehow get out of the hospital
in 4 days (which seemed like a miracle at that time) they could still play in San Francisco and
still finish eh rest of the tour, they would only have to cancel one show in St. Louis. GG was
determined; he had tremendous self-healing powers. He informed the band that, if he had to, he
would pull the I.V. needle out of his vein himself and just leave. He would play in a wheelchair
if he had to...so the band split. All they could possibly do now is wait.
But the feeling was mutual about Allins stay in the hospital, he refused to bathe or wash
himself. The nurse would bring him water, soap and a washcloth, but he refused to wash up.
His room smelled putrid. The nurses were starting to complain. The hospital was also receiving
a lot of calls for Allin which they didnt want to deal with. Even a psychiatrist came to Allins
room and spoke with him about his lifestyle... Allin would not listen.
As the final day was approaching a decision would have to be made. Allin was still weak,
but he told the doctors he was leaving on that 4th day and that was final. So when that day
arrived, the nurse unhooked Allin from his I.V., the doctor have him a prescription for more
antibiotics, and Allin was wheeled out of the hospital by his band. The doctor told Allin he
should cancel the rest of the tour, but GG Allin said No fucking way, the tour rages on.
Merle had made announcements with Shel for them to play that night again at the Rendezvous.
It took a lot of convincing but he finally went for it. His main concern was whether GG would
show up or not. He didnt want to have a riot on his hands.
This show was set up so fast there was no time to advertise it, but determined as they
were, the whole band went on in a blitz of the city. Lenny hit all the record stores with flyers
and put the word on the street. Chicken was making phone calls and GG and Merle went to all
the local college FM radio stations to announce it. They were interviewed by 3 of the main
stations, so for only one day the word was out and wild in the streets. GG Allin and the
Murder Junkies would play San Francisco after all, most people couldnt believe it. Most bands
would have given up and gone home. But not GG...thats what puts him way over the top
above the others.
Their hard work paid off; that night, even though The Cramps were in town, the GG
Allin faithful showed up for war. Allin somehow had forgotten about the hospital and what
happened. He was pumped up. It was amazing, almost like he healed himself through his self-
destructive ways. Backstage he was drinking, smoking, popping pills that somehow had given
him, and when the band hit the stage, the club lost control. It was like a bar brawl, the crowd
was beating the shit out of each other. GG encouraged it. GG was attacking people as they
were paying to get in, at one point Allin eyed a female at the left side of the stage. He squatted
down, took a solid shit on the stage, wiped it all over his dick and balls, then walking over to
her, he grabbed her hair and forced her face into his crotch; she ran screaming.
A local San Francisco paper reviewed the show. After the show, GG and the band hung
out for awhile, drinking, etc. GG did a couple of interviews, then took his suitcase and went out
and sold some of his clothes for some cash. Jello Biafra was there, he and GG chatted for
awhile. But Allin seemed more interested in getting the fuck out of town and off to Texas...
Their next gig was in Dallas, so after the equipment was loaded in the van, they were off
driving straight through to Dallas, Texas.
 In Texas they were playing at a newly-opened warehouse, it was one of the first gigs
there. Allin was in an ugly mood, so he hung out in the van most of the night waiting to go on.
The people around seemed to annoy him, most anytime they arrived at any club it would be
Merle and Chicken that would discuss and negotiate with the club owners. GG was very cold
and arrogant. The coldness in him put people off...with GG, nothing ever seemed to last. His
attention span was short.
That night as the band took the stage, GG standing naked behind the stage seemed to be
more than just aggravated. He didnt even seem to want to be there; he had nights like this
before... When he walked out onstage, the first thing he saw was someone other than Lenny
videotaping the show. This was not discussed with him before the show and it pissed him off.
He was sick of people videotaping the shows and then somehow disappearing with the tape
when the show was finished. At that minute GG dramatically dived at the guy, grabbing the
camera out of his hands and throwing it behind the stage against the wall. The guy recovered it
but did not resume taping. Then shortly after that, at the end of the room Allin spotted a red
light. He jumped off the stage and ran through teh crowd to where it was, saw another camera
and punched it out of the guys hands. The band did about a 20-minute set and walked off,
loaded their equipment and were ready to drive straight through to San Antonio for the next
nights gig.
They loaded into the can, Paul still driving and GG in the passenger seat, the others in the
back. As they were pulling out, an angry mob of people started running towards the can
throwing rocks and bottles. One rock shattered the side window on Pauls side as the rest just
bounced off the other. Paul put the throttle to the floor and they made their escape, but as they
were driving off they also realized that one of the tires was also slit... So they found a nearby
filling station and changed the tire. As for the window, well it would be a cold ride to San
Antonio but it would have to wait...
When they arrived in San Antonio the next day, they got a motel room and Merle called
Hertz Can Rental and arranged for another van. So he and Chicken took the van to their
headquarters out by the airport and they gave them a new van. Thats the great thing about
Hertz, if anything goes wrong while renting, instead of waiting around, they just set you up
with another van.
At the 1033 Club that night, the place was packed and the crowd was rowdy. The
atmosphere was pure decadence... Allin and the Murder Junkies hit the stage at midnight and
the crowd lost control. GG came out swinging... Before the first song was over, 2 microphones
were broken as fans rushed the stage. Allin was kicking the crowd as swinging a mic-stand at
them, then took a shit, rubbing it on his entire body while jumping into the crowd. The crowd
knocked over all the stands and pulled on the cords, bottle throwing was exchanged from both
sides of the stage. In the middle of the second song Expose Yourself To Kids, Allin bashed his
head against the P.A. cabinet until blood was pouring out, then he pushed it off the stage onto
some of the people in front. The crowd rushed the stage again. Hysteria broke out, the war had
begun and this crowd wanted in on it.
At that point Merles amp tipped over, the P.A. cabinet was on the floor, Allin started
taking Dinos drums apart and throwing them at the crowd. There was no more music. Just
feedback and fistfights. Within 10 minutes the show was over, due to the fact that everything
was broken and the stage looked like a demolition derby had taken place... But it was a 10
minutes full of the most ferocious chaos and violence you were ever likely to see. Nobody
asked for their money back, however the club owner cut the bands pay by 50% which pissed
them off. But GG Allin was ecstatic he had the power to create such violence in his audience.
He indulged in this sort of spectacle. He had the ability to incite a crowd just as he did himself,
to use Rock n Roll as the ultimate outlet of your darkest demons. Even if you broke some
bones in your body as had Allin and other audience members, you dont care; its therapy for
the soul...
When the show was over the crowd gathered outside. Allin was also out there among
them, smoking their pot and drinking their booze. He led a chant of Violence now! Violence
now! as he went down and sucked a dogs dick in front of everybody.... GG was informed of
a party so he took down the address; then some plump girl was hanging around him and asked
if he needed a ride, so he went to get directions from Merle as to where their motel room was
and told the band hr would meet them there the next day before noon (checkout time). Then
Allin was off... He and this girl (who well call) Wanda (not her real name) took off to the
party. Allin was greeted with endless lines of cocaine, whiskey and pot. After about an hour
Allin became wired and restless, so he and Wanda split the party and went to her house.
Wanda was fat and not overly attractive, but GG was fucked up and she had booze and a
pussy. Plus the fact that she was willing to stay up and put up with his bizarre behaviors...
Before they both collapsed in a haze of alcohol and drug consumption, Allin went down and ate
her out. He started to jerk off but knew he was too fucked up to put any real enthusiasm into it.
She he sucked her cunt and then passed out as the sun was coming up.
GG woke up a few hours later and looked at the clock. It was 11:30... He had to be in
touch with the band by noon or they would be searching all day for each other. So he called the
motel and asked for their room; the lady at the desk informed him that they were already
checked out. What the fuck was going on, thought Allin. He woke up Wanda immediately,
told her to get up and drive him to the motel. They were both physical wrecks and still pretty
fucked up at this point, but Allin was in a panic.
She drove him there as fast as she could, and when the pulled into the parking lot GG
didnt see the van. So he dashed into the office, all out of breath and inquired emotionally about
where his band was. The lady was fumbling, she told Allin they had been kicked out. She said
when she got up and looked out the window, the can door was wide open and there was a man
in there naked and masturbating. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen! she
shouted. I told them they had 10 minutes to get the hell out or I was going to call the police.
Allin knew right then that it had to have been Dino.
So he walked out, got into the car and told Wanda what had happen, actually Allin
thought it to be quite funny, so he and Wanda just drove around wondering what to do next.
Allin suggested they drive towards the 1033 Club. Allin was unfamiliar with San Antonio so it
seemed like the only direction to take. And sure enough, on the way there Allin spotted the van.
Wanda whipped the car around in full pursuit if the vehicle, flashing her lights and beeping her
horn until they pulled over. Allin reached over and gave Wanda a kiss, jumped out of her car
and into the van. Now they would be off to Houston... Everyone in San Antonio agreed that
GG Allin & The Murder Junkies was just the thing that this town needed shoved up its ass.
Also it must be added, that the club owner from the 1033 was found dead the next day, floating
in a river. The band had nothing to do with it.
This was Allins first tour with the Murder Junkies and they were already realizing that
none of this was fun at times. It turned dangerous. It was not all glamorous and exciting. GG
Allin tours were rough, spending extended hours in the van, sleeping in fourth-rate motel
rooms (only if money allowed) and having to deal with all the violent eruptions that only a GG
Allin tour would encourage. GG lived for this danger, it made life more of a thrill; russian
roulette was his game, and he was playing it to the death.
 HOUSTON

They pulled into Houston late, because on the way they took a detour to Port Arthur to try and
find Janis Joplins grave, only to find out she didnt have one there. What a boring town,
Allin thought. When they got to the Axiom Club they did a quick soundcheck then the club
owner J.R. showed them upstairs to their dressing room. What a fucking change from most of
the rat holes they had to hang out in...it even had a T.V. set and chairs. Certainly not what they
were used to. But then again this entire night would be that way.
A couple bands opened the show but GG and the band showed no interest in being
social. A guy by the name of Con Bieck brought GG in a fifth of Jim Beam which Allin
grabbed and started sucking down. Other than that the only other people allowed in were a
couple of reporters from a Houston newspaper to take photos and do a quick interview. J.R.
stormed backstage about 1/2 hour before GG Allin was to come in. He seemed extremely
nervous and informed the band that there were some undercover police in the audience for the
show. J.R. himself was leaving the club just in case something went down, he didnt want to
get arrested. Allin was scheduled to see his parole agent in two days so going to jail at this
point wasnt really on his mind either. His mind was working, unsure of the situation, for he
knew he had no control over what he might do if so triggered. But the people here seemed
pretty boring for the most part, curiosity seekers only. But time would tell...
At midnight the stage curtains opened. Dino pounded the savage beginning to Gypsy
Motherfucker as the band blazed on. When the song ended GG seemed really pissed off. A
mighty FUCK YOU went out immediately to the undercover cops; Allin screamed out,
Dont you motherfuckers have anything better to do?! That got a reaction from the crowd, but
still, not like the riots they had been used to. So he insulted the audience with, If you bore us,
well bore you. The public newspaper reviewed the show. After the show the band packed
and left. Allin knew he would be back again. Revenge would be sweet.
They had one more show to do in Chicago, but before they could go to Chicago, they had
to return GG to Ann Arbor. His travel pass would expire on the day he got back, so he had to
go for his twice-monthly report and renew it. They drove straight on, only stopping for gas and
to switch drivers. It took well over 24 hours and they arrived in Ann Arbor at about 6:00 in the
morning. They drove out to the Michigan Dept. of Corrections parole office, parked the van
and all crashed out. At about 9:00 AM GG staggered into the office to see his agent. He was a
complete mess, he smelled terribly and his appearance was ratty. His parole agent told him
never to come into his office looking like that ever again. Allin filled out his parole papers and
off he went. He hated his parole agent, he hated being on parole and he fucking hated
everything about the Michigan Dept. of Corrections...but he still did whatever the fuck he
wanted.
Then the band turned around and drove 5 hours back to Chicago. They had a day to kill
before the show so the band split up. Chicken and Tall Paul stayed at the youth hostel, Merle
and Lenny stayed with Lennys sister and GG took a train out to stay with Sharon Rose...
The day before the gig, Allin did an interview with Jonathan Brandmeier on his morning
show on WLUP. Going on the air Allin stated that if people come to his shows they had better
expect to get hurt. He also went on the air saying he hated all the cops and all authority figures,
they should all be killed. Buzz Killman, one of Johnnys sidekicks said, Im with you GG
which sparked an angry call from a Chicago policeman. They talked a bit about his trial in
Milwaukee and his suicide show. Allin literally cut down the prison system. They did not
rehabilitate me, stated Allin viciously, prison just made a bigger and better criminal.... Ill
never be tamed, come to the show and find out.
The show was taking place at the Exit Club in downtown Chicago. Johnny was sending a
couple of people from the station down to do a report on the show which they would discuss
the following day.

CHICAGO

The band met at 6:00 sharp at Exit to set up and soundcheck. There were already people
hanging around outside the club, Bloody Mess was there, Aimee a chick GG hung out with
back in 89 from the Rocky Horror Days Kevin Jr. was there from The Toilet Rockers to
check out The Murder Junkies, Spike, Mary and others, the old fucking gang. The only one
missing was GGs old partner in crime Brian Clemons who had died of a heroin overdose
while GG was in prison.
After the soundcheck Allin and the band along with Mark Hejnar, who was videotaping
the show, left everyone behind. They went to some bar-restaurant where they all got a bite to
eat. All except GG. He didnt eat on days they were to play, so he just drank and took some
speed pills Aimee had given him... He was driven by this show. The band talked amongst
themselves but GG seemed unconcerned with their chatter. He was even unsure of their loyalty
towards his mission, but Allin never really discussed it with them. They, like everyone else
around, would only know his true indications by his stage actions. Thats when he genuinely
came out of himself; it isnt pretty, but what the fuck is in his life anyway.
GG and the band arrived back at Exit around 11:30. They werent going to go on until at
least 12:30 but GG was ready. Allin entered the club carelessly, stumbling into people as he
made his way to the back of the room. There was no dressing room at this club, but it didnt
stop Allin from stripping naked right in front of the bar. Only his dog collar and his shoes
remained. He stumbled around the club as if it was no big deal. He spotted Jimmy Budweiser,
one of Brandmeiers reporters who was there to report on the show. Allin stood behind him
and was spitting globs of snot & phlegm into his hair. Either he couldnt feel it or he was too
scared to move. More likely the second of the two... Allin walked up to some bitch sitting at the
bar and asked her to buy him a drink. When she said no, GG spit on her and told her to Suck
my motherfucking dick bitch...
Tonight the band was playing on what usually was a dark floor, sunken down lower than
the rest of the club, so people would be all around the band. There were bars all around the
floor that lead to the ceiling, and also cages at each end of the stage where girls would dance
every Wednesday on bondage night. The club gave GG a stack of drink tickets which helped
add to his buzz...
Allin hit the stage floor before the band, it caught them a bit off guard but they were on it.
Allin went out screaming and convulsing. I got a free drink ticket for a blowjob! he yelled
out, then strutted to the side of the stage and grabbed some girls hat and threw it, then threw her
own drink in her face. He grabbed a pair of glasses off some guy, put them on and smashed
them into his face, then stomped on them. Then he pissed into his hands and drank it, and
pissed all over the floor. He took a shit and began eating it right off the floor, spitting and
tossing the remainder at the crowd. He was swinging off the bars, grabbing and swinging and
people, then he broke a beer bottle over his head and stuck the jagged remains into his head
causing blood to cover his entire face, dripping onto his body.
At this point Allin offered 2 drink tickets for a blowjob before grabbing some girl and
started pulling her onto the floor. A mob of people came to her rescue; the band had not even
played a single note yet. Allin was in control... He was a monster... When the band finally fired
up, GG was on the attack. 35 minutes of nonstop chaos, Allin was charging the crowd from all
angles, climbing the bars like a mad gorilla, swinging from his feet as the blood continued to
stream out of his head like a faucet. There was only one small bottleneck exit way for people to
escape, and when Allin charged it was panic, like an earthquake with hundreds of people trying
to get through a small hole, screaming as they tried to get away. It was one of GGs most
intense shows.
When it was over the crowd roared, they had seen a spectacle like no other R&R show
they would ever see. Some were relieved that it was over, but it was intense...people were
scared and excited at the same time. They were not entertained, they were GG Allins prey a
target for his release. After Allin walked off the stage floor, he split. He was escorted out by a
couple of bouncers and off into the Chicago night. He left a crowd of people still in shock at
what they had just experienced. Allin had nothing else to say, not even to his band... The tour
was over.
As people were leaving the club that night, they were literally throwing their clothes
away. Girls were even emptying out their pocketbooks and leaving them behind. Everyone
carried a piece of GG Allin on their clothing; either shit, piss, blood, spit or at least the odor that
he left behind. It was unbelievable, one guy said as he left the club... Ive never seen
anything or anyone react like that in my entire life.
The next day on WLUP Jonathan Brandmeiers show it was the talk of the entire
morning. People were calling in with their comments, and Jimmy Budweiser, Brandmeiers
reporter, told Johnny he could not believe what he had seen. They were in an uproar. Jimmy
said it was the wildest night of his life... One guy called in with his brother who had just gotten
back from the Philippines; he was in the armed services and spent a lot of time in 3rd-world
countries. He told Johnny he thought he had seen everything, nothing could phase him... But
after seeing GG Allin he changed his mind. Even he was shocked and scared. Everybody who
attended the show was affected in some way. Nobody will ever forget that night, Jonathan
Brandmeier was going on, I cant believe he didnt get arrested. This is outrageous... It was a
night, anybody that was there would never forget...
The band headed back to NYC now that the tour was over. GG remained in Chicago for
a few days before returning to Ann Arbor.

ANN ARBOR

In Ann Arbor, Allins parole agent was fuming. Allin called him up when he arrived back in
town and he told GG he needed to see him that day, so Allin took a bus out to the parole office.
When Allin walked into his office, Hickman told him that he was not allowed to leave the State
of Michigan again for at least 6 months. A call came into his office from the Santa Barbara
police department...they told Hickman that Allin was the cause of a riot that took place at the
Anaconda Club in that town, the first gig of the tour. This was the last straw for Hickman... He
was serious. Allin just got up and walked out. In his mind he was going to do whatever he
wanted, and this nigger Keith Hickman was not going to change his course.
Back at the Ann Arbor YMCA, GG was sinking into a deep depression. Just like
always, he could not adjust to coming off the road. He did not want to slow down. He began
drinking whiskey like water and turning his mattress every day so as not to have to sleep in his
piss from the last night before. Merle called GG one day with the news that Chicken John was
leaving the group. One tour was all he could put up with. It didnt really phase GG much after
all, he was used to this. Not many guitar players would have even made the whole tour. Merle
also told him however that they did have an upcoming show set up in Washington D.C. at the
9:30 Club... Chicken said he would play it, but it would be his last show. GG said he would get
back to him on it, but not only was GG having problems with his parole agent, now another
major problem was about to erupt.
One day Allin was awoken by a pounding on his door, not unlike the first day he had
gotten out of prison. When he opened the door, 2 men flashed their badges at him, Were
detectives from the Ann Arbor Police Dept. one said. Were looking for this boy. They
showed Allin a picture of what looked to be a 15-16 year old. Yeah, so what said Allin. We
think you know where he is, the detective spoke out. What the hell are you talking about, I
dont know who the fuck this is, Allin said. So then the cops go on to say, This boy is from
New Hampshire, he ran away about a month ago, and left a note to his parents stating that he
was going off to join GG Allin. So if you know of his whereabouts, you better tell us now.
Allin argued I have know idea who this kid is, or where he is, so why dont you just get the
hell out... As the detectives were leaving, one turned around and said to Allin: If anything
happens to this kid, were holding you responsible. Well be watching you. Then they left.
What the fuck is going on, he thought. This cant be happening...
Ann Arbor seemed to be closing in on him, and to top it all off, Leslie M. Morgan began
following him around town. He would see her, then she would disappear, then she would
show up again. It was almost like he was imprisoned by Ann Arbor... GG called Merle and
told him to cancel the D.C. show, there was no way he could get away unnoticed at this time.
But he was planning an escape in the back of his mind. He told Merle to start looking for
another guitarist.
Merle put an ad in the Village Voice in NYC... The first call he got was from Dee Dee
Ramone. He hadnt been doing much seriously since leaving The Ramones, so he wantred to
give it a go. But he wanted to play guitar, so Merle and Dino rented a rehearsal studio and set
up a weekend of auditions. After all was said and done, they had it narrowed down to two
people: Dee Dee Ramone and a guy named Bill (Weber).
Merle called GG in Ann Arbor and told him what went down. Bill was a better guitar
player of the two, but Dee Dee was solid on the rhythm. So GG and Merle decided to go with
both, they would use two guitar players instead of one. Bill knew most of the songs and he had
all the records. So Merle worked mostly with Dee Dee, he would go to Merles apartment
every day. He seemed very dedicated. GG told Merle, Break him in and lets book another
tour.
Todd Philips, a student at New York University was doing a documentary on GG for a
school project. He called GG and wanted to do an interview, he was willing to fly GG to NYC
and get him a room on St. Marks Place. Allin agreed, as long as he got some pay out of it.
Besides, it was an ideal place to do their first shows with Dee Dee.
A couple of weeks later Todd called back. He had set up two shows for GG, one was a
spoken word at NYU set for Nov. 7th, 1991 the other was a show with the Murder Junkies
at The Bank for the following night. GG called Merle to inform him of the shows and to also
get Lenny to book another tour to follow.
Todd sent GG a roundtrip plane ticket to NYC....but Allins paranoia had the best of him.
He knew the police were watching him, and if he got busted trying to get on a plane leaving the
state, they would send him back to prison. He literally had to escape from Ann Arbor. He could
travel within the state only, so he had a plan. He called Todd back and said he would need two
bus tickets, he couldnt purchase them in case the bus station was being staked out. He told
todd he was sending him back the plane tickets, and to cash them in for two bus tickets. Allin
told todd to get him a roundtrip bus ticket from Ann Arbor to Detroit, then purchase another
bus ticket from Detroit to NYC. That way when he went to the bus station with his ticket, they
would think he was just going to Detroit and back, they wouldnt realize he had another ticket
to NYC.
So Todd sent him the bus tickets. Allin also couldnt bring any luggage that could also
put suspicion on the police, so Allin boxed up everything that he wanted to keep and mailed it
off to Sharon in Chicago. He could get it from her somewhere down the road... The plan
worked perfectly, Allin mounted a bus in Ann Arbor for Detroit, with no luggage. When he
arrived in Detroit, he got on the first bus to NYC. As the bus was leaving the downtown
terminal, GG had a sigh of relief. He was leaving Michigan for good, he vowed never to
return.... He had now officially violated his parole.

NYC

He arrived at Port Authority in NYC one day before the spoken word show. Allin exited on
42nd St. and as always when Allin was coming or going from NYC would stroll down to
one of the many strip joints, spend some cash, eat some pussy and masturbate....it was a
tradition for him. Then he jumped on a subway for the lower east side to CBGBs to see if
anyone was around, then off to Mulberry St. to Merle and Michies apartment. They had a
practice that day with Dee Dee at Merles, and that night the whole band got together for
another at the space.

NYC SHOW

The college was uptight about having Allin speak from the very outset. He was to go on first
and then 3 bands were going to follow. In NYC, people dont usually go out early to see much
of anything, but the room was packed before Allin had even arrived. It was early evening, Nov.
7th, 91. Allin walked into the main lobby of the school with Merle, Michie and Dino, he
arrived at just about the time he was to go on; immediately he took his clothes off. Todd was
arguing that he should at least wait till he got onstage, but Allin said fuck it. Todd was starting
to look nervous, he and his crew were set up to film, but he seemed very uneasy. He set up this
show so it was his ass on the line.
Reality was finally hitting him: this is GG Allin. Allin walked through the door, into the
room and onto the stage, naked and carrying a brown paper bag. When he hit the stage he
emptied the bag on the floor, 2 containers of lighter fluid, matches, 2 cans of spray paint and a
canister of mace spilled from the bag. Allin instantly spotted some fruit on one of the P.A.
speakers. He walked over and grabbed a banana, peeled it, and shoved the entire banana up his
ass then shit it out and threw it at the crowd. Heres your supper, he yelled. Then he
demanded money from these rich college fucks. So he took off his wool prison hat, walked
through the crowd as people put in dollar bills, or whatever they had. It was a pretty sizable
amount... Then Allin ran back to the stage.
Alright, he said, before I begin, I want everybody to get naked. Take your clothes off
and come up here in front of the stage and put them in a pile. Nobody moved. Allin screamed
again, Everybody get fucking naked! Im only going to say it one more time! His intention
was after everyone was naked, to set their clothes on fire. But again nobody moved, so Allin
looked dead at the crowd with that look of confrontation in his eyes and said, Well then, it
looks like Im going to have to come out there and pay you all a visit. He turned around to
grab his paint and lighter fluid. At that second the sound of chaos erupted as people were just
about knocking each other over to try and get out of the room through one small doorway. It
was a complete panic, as Allin was walking toward them.
He grabbed some girls glasses off her face, she screamed out No! but Allin took them
anyway, smashed them on the ground and stomped on them. THen he grabbed a chair and
heaved it full force into the fleeing crowd, almost hitting the dean of the school. At that point a
sea of security cops came running at Allin, surrounded him, took him to another room
somewhere in the school and called the New York City Police Dept. in to help control the
situation. They feared a possible riot. Many Allin supporters chanted FREE GG ALLIN as the
cops were questioning him and trying to decide if they would place him under arrest or not.
After about an hour in police custody, they decided to release Allin under the conditions of him
signing a form stating that he never enter or come onto the property of NYU ever again and
also reimburse the girl whose glasses he broke for $200.00. Otherwise they were going to
book him for disorderly conduct, indecent exposure and destruction of property. Allin,
knowing that he had violated his parole, did not want them to find out so he agreed to the
terms...then he was released.
A crowd of people waited outside for Allin, as well as reporters and photographers. He
walked out screaming, Fuck the police! Kill the police! Lets go get fucking drunk! So GG,
Merle, Michie, the rest of his band and those who tagged along headed to a bar where they held
court getting fucking wasted for the remainder of the evening till the early morning hours...
The next day the word was out about what had happened the night before at NYU. It was
in a couple of the papers and it doesnt take long for word to get around in certain circles of the
NYU underground scene. That afternoon, Nov. 8th 91, the owner of The Bank called Merle.
He was starting to worry about what might happen that night, they spoke for awhile but
nothing much came of it.
Todd, who was in serious trouble at NYU for booking Allin, was being considered to be
thrown out of school by the dean. His whole future was now on the line because of this project.
But he and his crew were already at The Bank setting up the cameras. He had come this far...if
he was going to get kicked out of school, at least he would get the documentary done. But
disaster after disaster would continue to plague this project.
That evening Merle and the club owner at The Bank were involved in heated argument. It
seemed that the club was getting a lot of heat and were having second thoughts on doing the
show. The owner was trying to lay down rules; Merle laughed, You cant tell GG what to do,
hes not going to listen... The owner (who was a chinese guy) said, He can not come out
naked and he can not leave the stage or I will call the cops. Listen you fucking chink, yelled
Merle, hes going to play naked, and hes going to leave the stage. The owner would not
listen, I dont want anyone to get hurt in my club, he said. Merle replied, Well you booked
the fucking show and if you cancel it now youll have a fucking riot on your hands. They
went on arguing for about half an hour, then Merle said Fuck off you chink cunt... GG Allin
and The Murder Junkies refused to play under any circumstances that included any rules. If
GG was arrested, the upcoming tour that Lenny had booked would have to be cancelled, so
they decided to say fuck NYC and take it on the road.
Already people were showing up at the club which caused the club to close for the
evening. They did not want to deal with the angry mob that would show up. Merles phone
was ringing off the wall with people calling up and asking what was going on. GG and Merle
were inciting all who called to go down to the club and throw rocks through the windows...
Todd, who had spent thousands of dollars on filming equipment, now didnt have a show
to film, plus the fact that he was possibly getting kicked out of school, was now really in a
fucking bind. So far he had only shot about 5 minutes worth of film for all the trouble he had
been through. He now had been introduced to the real world of GG Allin, a world most who
were familiar with, knew was often very dangerous and very unpredictable.
Allin ended up hanging out at CBGBs that night with Amy (the girl from Thrust) and
Peter Dematha (Hardcore Video). Allin got drunk and bitched about how fucking lame the
NYC underground scene had become. He hated all the two-faced phonies, these so-called
social scenesters. He never wanted any part of it...he was a one-man army. The so-called hip
people in the scene were down on GG Allin, they thought he was out to ruin everything for
everybody else. But Allin didnt give a flying fuck, if anyone didnt like it, they could fuck off.
He didnt want anything to do with them anyway, they were just part of the problem, those
were the people he was out to destroy. When Allin said, Destroy the whole rock n roll scene
and rebuild it in my name, he was serious, he really did mean it.
At the end of the night GG was down in the womans bathroom at CBGBs, on his
knees in one of the stalls, Amy was standing naked on the toilet seat with her legs spread open,
she was on the rag and GG was sucking it out of her pussy and all... Then she gave GG a
going-away present for him to take on the road: a pair of panties she had worn and masturbated
in for over a week. GG stuffed them in his pocket and left.

SECOND TOUR

They left NYC at midnight on Nov. 12th, they would drive all night and arrive in Huntington,
WV the next afternoon. Starting out in the south, the band had their doubts Lenny was with
them again on this tour, but GG was starting a major dislike for him. The following tour Lenny
had carelessly erased two of the shows that he had filmed and Allin thought ht was ripping him
off in T-shirt money... So after a few hours into the trip, the band decided to stop at a quick-
mart and picked up some food. Lenny ended up buying a box of glazed doughnuts and a bag of
potato chips. Then after putting them in the van, returned to the store to use the restroom. GG
then grabbed Lennys doughnuts, pulled down his pants rubbed every doughnut into his
crotch. Merle opened up his chips, Bill was picking lint out of his ass and Merle was digging
his nose and dropping them into the chip bag... Lenny was going to suffer on this tour.
Huntington was a small southern college town, so they didnt know what to expect. Hasil
Adkins (a somewhat legendary one-man rockabilly star) was opening the show that night. The
band was pretty excited about that but this tour would prove to be even more chaotic than the
last tour. Bill was on guitar now instead of Chicken and Dee Dee decided to pull out at the last
minute, after realizing that this was no fucking Ramones tour...he didnt think he would be able
to deal with the battles and tragedies that a GG Allin tour consisted of. He was absolutely right,
but this tour the band had a different scheme. Instead of carting all of their equipment around
(except guitars) they would call every club the night prior to the show and tell them that their
equipment had been stolen. So it would then be up to each club to supply amps and drums. It
usually turned out that they would use the opening bands equipment.

HUNTINGTON

Sitting backstage, GG was one drunk, pissed-off motherfucker...it was midnight and Hasil
Adkins had still not taken the stage... The club owner was fueling GG was shot after shot of
Jim Beam, Lenny was fucking up as usual, and in GGs mind nobody was taking this night
seriously. Hasil was bitching that he wanted to go on after GG so he could play to a more
intimate crowd that would stay behind after Allins set. Allin was just bitching, he didnt give a
fuck but he was ready to make something happen. And soon they did, GG and the Junkies took
the stage and basted away. GG was so drunk he forgot most of the lyrics and was skipping all
over the song list, so the band just followed his lead. After 15-20 minutes it was over. GG was
still not in a good mood and seemed aggravated about something...he was distant, he seemed
like he didnt even want to be there.
 After the gig, GG was frustrated so he and the band split. They were being put up in an
apartment of someone who worked at the club. But that didnt work out, GG soon had them
kicked out after punching out a glass window, among other things that he couldnt remember...
They ended up staying with some other guy and his girlfriend, but GG was a mess,
obnoxiously staggering to the refrigerator and stole as much food as he could. Then he took out
handfuls of butter and started throwing it against the wall. When his emotions were drained, he
passed out on the floor.
The next morning when he awoke, he went into the bedroom of the couple to discover the
girl laying in bed alone. GG quickly ran to the bed and ripped off the covers from her naked
body, as she woke up screaming and running off. Then he reached down by the side of her bed
and grabbed her dirty panties, licking the crotch as to make sure they smelled nasty enough to
be worth taking...they were. Then he and the band split. When they got to the van, again they
discovered the glass smashed out of the drivers side window. So they went to work looking
for another Hertz Van Co. to get another van...then it was off to Nashville, TN.

NASHVILLE

They got to Nashville around midday, the day before their show at The Pantheon Club, so the
checked out some of the downtown bars before calling Pan (owner) to find out about a place to
stay. He gave them directions to a house where local musicians who came through town could
flop at. That night they hit some of the local bars, then went back to the house to hang out and
drink with whoever happened to stop in... There was a married couple that lived there with the
guys mother and some other musicians. GG hung out with the mother in her room smoking
pot and drinking. GG called her the Goddess Mother, very streetwise and intellectual. She
appeared to have had a rough life so GG and her seemed to hit it off....
Sharon Rose and Mark Hejnar drove to drove to the show from Chicago, Sharon was
bringing the box of belongings he sent her before he left Ann Arbor, and Mark was along to
videotape. They had already arrived at the club when the band was pulled into the parking lot,
along with kids already hanging out waiting to get in. As the opening band were setting up their
gear for GG to do a soundcheck, the all-too familiar sound of policemen were swarming into
the club. They were waiting around the club checking everyones IDs, so Allin suddenly
grasped Sharon and casually eased their way out the door unnoticed.
He could not let them see his ID in case they ran a computer check and found he was a
parole violator. He wanted her to drive him away from the club until the cops had left, but when
they got outside they discovered about 7-8 police cars had the whole parking lot closed off so
nobody could drive out. GG in a panic was looking over towards a fence for a getaway, but
that would look too suspicious if he was noticed. So he and Sharon eased their way towards
the sidewalk without anybody spotting them, then very casually, pretending she had no idea
what was going on, she aske a police officer who was at the end of the walk where she might
find a good local restaurant. So the cop pointed and told her, just up the street, around the
corner; so the two of them proceeded up the street, and when they got around the corner they
ran and caught the first cab they saw. The cab took them to the closest motel he could find, they
checked in, then Sharon caught another cab back to the club to find out what was going on as
GG waited back in the room.
The police were still patrolling the club. Obviously they did not want the show to happen,
Allins reputation of rampage and violence was becoming well-known in police stations
throughout the country. The police went through the club looking for any reason they could to
violate the owner and shut him down. Apparently they found enough reason, at least in their
eyes...so the show was cancelled and the club closed down. It remained closed for the next few
months. It was quite obvious the authorities in Music City, USA did not want GG Allin to
dirty up their lily-white reputation because this sort of thing had not happened before at this
club to any other band. But if the police didnt want the show to happen, the kids, 200 strong,
who were waiting outside the club, did. They would not take no for an answer, so immediately
a party was set up at the place GG and his band were playing. The band went to pick up GG
and off they headed to the party...
Everyone showed up for the occasion. The smell of puke was in the air, everyone
brought their own alcohol or drug of choice, dramatic sounds seemed to leak out of every
room...you could actually walk into any room of the house at any given time to the sights of
some sort of freak show. The sounds of cheering would come from one room as people would
flock to it to see Dino laying naked on the floor masturbating, then another room would erupt
as GG was paying girls 10 bucks to piss in his mouth, then he would eat out their assholes.
There may not have been a show at the club, but it certainly was going on in this house.
GG was everywhere, pissing in a washing machine full of clean clothes, or shitting in a
brown paper bag, walking around handing it to everyone as a gift, watching their expressing as
they opened it. He was drunk, high and highly obnoxious. He and the band dragged Lenny out
to the lawn and tried to rape him. Some girl was shaving her pussy for Merle and Bill...and
everyone pissed in Lennys beer whenever they could. When GG Allin and the Murder Junkies
left Nashville the next day, they certainly would not be forgotten. Then it was off to Memphis
to play the next night.

MEMPHIS

GG went with Sharon in her car and Mark went in the van. They were all going to meet at the
Antenna Club at 6:00 PM for soundcheck. When GG and Sharon arrived, the band was already
there; they did a quick soundcheck but GG didnt want to stay at the club, so he, Sharon and
Mark headed down to the infamous Beale St. where they hung out, drinking in the many bars,
listening to the music and sounds until showtime.
GG Allin and the Murder Junkies took the stage to a packed and curious house. A
Memphis newspaper reviewed the show and had this to say:
Sleaze Hits New Low At Antenna Club
The police arrived just as the band had left the club...they had received a report that people
were running out of the club, and a naked man was chasing them up the street. Someone else
reported that they were assaulted by the performer. But Allin and the band watched from across
the street as cops went into the club. Fans were swarming around the van asking for
autographs, but when Allin saw the police he knew it was time to get the fuck out of town.
Dino was the last one in the van, so GG grabbed him and physically pulled him into the van as
they sped away into the night, narrowly escaping the law once more... When the crossed the
state line into Mississippi, they pulled over at a rest area to crash out, GG still dripping with
blood, and a strong odor of shit & urine clung to his body.
After a few hours they woke up and were off to New Orleans.

NEW ORLEANS

The club in New Orleans was just an open space. It looked like it could have been a storefront
at one time and was right in the middle of niggertown. It was a BYOB, keg party situation. The
space was not very large, but it was jam-packed with people, waiting to witness the GG Allin
experience. The band ended up parking their van away from the club this time, the way GG
always pissed people made the van a sure target of retaliation.
The gig was intense. Because the place was so small it only added to the chaos and panic,
but in this section of town it was pretty unlikely the cops would even come over. GG was on
the attack, punching out the audience, teasing them, attacking girls, mutilating himself as the
putrid odors of his body fluids lingered in the air. 30 minutes of pent up fury... Allin chased
them into the streets, screaming for their escape, but even after the show had ended, Allins
bizarre behavior took to the city sidewalk outside the club. He was outside looking for girls to
piss in his mouth, one girl walked up to him as he was laying on the cold sidewalk, pulled
down her pants, squatted over his face and pissed a river into his mouth to a roaring applause
as cars just drove by. Then everyone, including GG who smelled like a piss factory, just
continued getting high right there on the street. NO cops... New Orleans is one alright
motherfucking place, thought GG Allin.
Then the band walked into the dark morning towards the van, but this time, not only was
the van window smashed out, it was also broken into. So again, another van would have to be
picked up, but they would wait until they got to Orlando, FL to take care of it. So off they
drove... Allin took the passenger seat as they drove. It was probably better for the band anyway
that the window was missing, as GG had dried piss still all over his clothes...he bragged about
how he still hadnt changed his clothes since the first tour.

ORLANDO

3 gigs and 2 vans later, they were now in Florida.

AFTERMATH

When the police arrived at the club, there were more people outside on the street than there were
in the club (Space Fish). The inside of the club looked like a bomb exploded, there was blood
all over the floor, broken glass everywhere, and it smelled like a sewer. Police went through
inspecting the area; someone told the police that Allin chased them out of the club, onto the
streets, throwing chairs at them and at one point throwing a chair at an oncoming car outside.
He was bleeding on everybody, things were way out of hand.
After about 15 minutes in the club, the police handcuffed and arrested both GG Allin and
his drummer Dino. They were escorted out of the club and put into two separate police cars,
Dino was taken to the county jail first where he was fingerprinted and booked, then ALlin was
taken to the hospital emergency room where he was treated for his self-inflicted wounds. Then
he was taken to the county jail, fingered and booked. They were both released on bail the
following morning with a court date set for Dec. 9th, 1991 (but neither bothered to appear...)
The Daily Orlando newspaper reported on the show. The police sgt. said it was the most
immortal thing she had ever had to deal with. The news of the arrest hit all over the county via
Associated Press wire, from coast to coast, AM & FM radio, television news ran Allins
mugshot. Back in Nashville, Allins show was cancelled. Howard Stern talked about it on his
radio show, as did Larry King.
Back in NYC, Geraldo Rivera had contacted Allins record company. He wanted GG on
the show, but the band was still on tour, so until they actually got back to NYC they did not yet
know the impact they were creating.
 And the tour went on... Next stop Atlanta, Georgia.

ATLANTA

Atlanta had heard about the arrest as well, but the show would go on. The Wreck Room was
souther hospitality at its very best, the club owners gave Allin and his band the entire upstairs
as a dressing room and they could even spend the night. The club also gave them food and
unlimited drinks. After all the shit they had been through, this was a welcome sight.
The dressing room was packed with people before the show, reporters wanted interviews
and fans wanted a closer look at this ugly Rock n Roll Warrior. The sound man (Terry) was
excited, as it was he who convinced the owners to book GG in the first place.... He brought up
a girl named Wynn with him. For some reason GG took a disliking to her immediately. She
then said something to GG that apparently pissed him off, so he jumped up and threw a pitcher
of beer all over her. Then he heaved the pitcher itself, hitting her in the head Get the fuck out
of here you cunt, he yelled. At that point everyone started to thin out. Later some guy
questioned GG about prison; this also triggered him off as he leaped up and punched the guy in
the mouth.
Onstage that night GG was a reptile. The club was jammed and GG Allin was a driven
man. Before the first song was over, Allin was already drenched in his own blood as he bashed
himself in the face with the microphone then cut himself with a bent can, he assaulted the
audience but they assaulted him back. He fucked a mannequin and bled all over it. This was
inspirational confrontation, both sides of the stage were ready for war and thats exactly what
they got.... When ti was over, GG and his gang headed back to the dressing room where a
bottle of Jim Beam and plenty of pizza and here were delivered. GG was only interested in the
whiskey.
People again started to gather upstairs. A girl named Tasha who had been hanging out all
night was still around. The band had the next night off so GG asked Tasha where the sleaziest
club in town was; she and Terry both told him to go to the Clermont Lounge. It was a a motel
upstairs and a stripjoint down in the basement. Tasha was a dancer there. GG was sold on the
idea.
The following day GG and the band drove off towards the Clermont. When they walked
inside, the smell of sleaze hit them in the face. It was a motel for welfare people, nutcases and
one-night stands. Not unlike many of GGs prior apartments of the past. GG and Dino took an
instant liking to the place, but Merle, Bill and Lenny didnt want to stay. A shouting match
soon erupted in the lobby, which almost turned into a fight. Guess who won? So they all ended
up staying. The next day Merle, Bill and Lenny would all agree that the G-man had made the
right decision.
That day they hung around the lounge room and drank. GG separated from the rest and
met a couple of the strippers named Kristy and Michelle. They both took a liking to Dino and
GG told them he could set it up so that they could both fuck him later that night. But only under
one condition he and the band had to watch and videotape it. They both agreed.
That evening a band called Opal Fox was playing, they were all at GGs show the night
before. The place was mobbed. Terry and Wynn were there, Tasha was dancing, and a slew of
others... The word got out that GG and his band would be hanging out there, but what they
didnt know was that they had set it up with Opal so that they were going to jump up onstage
and do a number towards the end of the night.
GG wanted to do Tasha but she kept talking about a boyfriend. But she did offer her piss
and panties. GG introduced Dino to Kristy and Michelle and told Merle it was now in his
hands.
GG was everywhere, getting panties and piss from all the girls. He would keep walking
over to Wynn (the girl he hit in the head the night before), she was looking good and his dick
was hard. He would take her hand and place it on his crotch, and would keep walking over to
her and do this off and on all night. He wanted her panties at the end of the night to add to his
collection; she also agreed...
At about 2:00 AM, GG and the band hit the stage, all eyes were on, GG demanded
attention and he always got it. Now, instead of the girls dancing, they were all watching GG
captivate the crowd with his snakeman charisma. Some were even tipping him. They went into
Expose Yourself To Kids as GG went off into the crowd. He was kissing all the girls and
punching some of the guys. The place was in an uproar, nobody expected this, including the
manager Cathy. After the song the band ran offstage and continued drinking. GG was off
sleazing free drinks off of anybody that would buy him one, or he would steal any drink he
found unoccupied.
Then at 3:00 AM Terry and Wynn walked over to the bar where GG was hanging out
with a lesbian named Rita. She and GG were matching shots until she fell off her chair nearly
breaking her neck. GG reminded Wynn of the panties...instantly Wynn took off her pants,
slipped out of her panties and handed them to GG. She was now completely naked from the
waist-down just standing there. GG grabbed her again and put her hand on his stiff dick as he
did earlier, then stuck his fingers deep into her cunt, kissed her passionately and then took his
fingers out of her cunt and licked them obsessively. Then she got dressed as she and Terry
headed for the exit door. Terry turned around and looked at GG Allin and said Man, youre
one lucky motherfucker. She wouldnt do that for just anybody. It was probably her way of
making it up to GG for pissing him off earlier.
It was near 4:00 AM, closing time, GG was at the bar still drinking when he noticed a
well-built beauty ordering a drink. She had dirty blonde hair and a look that fascinating him.
She was waiting for the bartender, and tapping a 10 dollar bill against the top of the bar. GG
walked over to her and without hesitation just came out and said Can I go home with you
tonight? She looked at him without even so much as a thought and said, Yes. I could use the
company. Then GG again spoke out, Can I do ya? ... Sure, she said. GG told her to put
the money away, Follow me, he said. She followed him up to the 3rd floor where he and the
band had a room. Allin grabbed a bottle of Jim Beam (he always kept an extra), and then they
went back down into the club. Dino was hitting it off with Kristy & Michelle and it was agreed
that Merle, Lenny & Bill would tape it. GG got the number from the girl (Patti Louie) he was
staying with and told Merle to call him tomorrow. Then GG and Patti caught a cab and split for
her place.
Patti and GG sat around drinking whiskey and wine and talking for awhile. Then they
went into Pattis bedroom, GG told her of his ass fetish. She quickly took her clothes off and
pissed in a coffee cup. THen she rubbed it all over her cunt and sat on GGs face as he sucked
her cunt to an orgasm. Then she fed him the rest of the pissed while he masturbated. Both were
satisfied. GG stayed awake however even after Patti passed out...then he took the remaining
piss that was still in the cup and poured it on her toes, sucking it off, still masturbating.
The next morning the band called and Patti gave them directions. She gave GG her phone
number and told him to call next time he was in town... Then the van pulled into the driveway.
GG Allin was gone again...they were now off to Knoxville, TN....
 KNOXVILLE

GG Allin and the Murder Junkies were waiting backstage to go on. The room was located to
the left side above the stage, looking down on it. They had a garbage can filled with beer and
ice, between beers the band would throw their bottles out the window at the opening bands.
The Orpheus was a big room with no tables or chairs.
When GG and the band took the stage, again GG took over. He was diving at the crowd,
picking fights with everyone. If you didnt want to fight, he would walk over and punch you.
He was dragging girls around by their hair, his naked body reeking of sweat and blood. He
took a shit onstage and ate it...he would run to the edge of the stage and the crowd would
scatter...GG Allin, the Rock n Roll Terrorist was in town... Most people in attendance probably
figured just because it was Knoxville that Allin would tame down his show for a major city,
but thats not the case. Allin does it everywhere he feels it...because he lives it.
After the show they went back to their motel room. Allin just laid sickeningly on his bed
in the dark as he listened to everyone talk. Instantly, Allin jumped up...something in his head
was fighting with him on the inside. He was shaking with uncontrollable anger, leapt at Lenny
like a snakes attack, punching him in the head, the body, the ribs...just exploding in a rage.
Lenny cried out to the rest of the band, Help me, help me! But the band would not come
close, nobody could stop him; nobody dared. They knew better, and for the most part, they
probably enjoyed it.

THE NEXT DAY BACK TO NYC

The tour was over. Now they were heading back to NYC, Lenny sat in the back of the van not
saying a word. His nose was swollen, his eye was black and his ribs could possibly have been
broken. The band was probably wondering what they had just survived. For the band, the end
of any tour was a time for them to go home to their apartments, wives, girlfriends, etc. But for
GG, the tour never ends. Coming off a tour for GG Allin is like a junkie coming off heroin...

BACK IN NYC

Allin didnt plan on staying in the city for long when they first arrived. But as soon as they got
back Merles phone started ringing. Todd Philips the NYU student had set them up a show at
Space at Chase club for Dec. 12th, 1991. He was desperately trying to put his documentary
back together after the disaster he went through with the NYU show and The Bank. He needed
this show... Also the producer Bill Lancaster from The Geraldo Show called and wanted GG to
do a taping of the show on Dec. 8th; the show was going to be about arts, music, censorship,
and how far it should be allowed to go before its a crime. Allin agreed to do the show, it
would be the perfect format to tell millions of people just what was on his mind.
Between the time they arrived in NYC and the time they were to do the Space at Chase,
GG Allin shot a video to his song Kill The Police. It was shot by a longtime GG follower and
video producer James Brummell. The video shows GG murdering a cop and dragging his dead
body into an apartment while he and Amy had a celebration over his death. GG was proud of
the video as it made his hatred toward police and authority known.
 SPACE AT CHASE

Todd and his crew showed up early to set up their cameras. GG wasnt going on until 2:00 in
the morning, as another show was going on earlier. So GG and the Murder Junkies were
holding court at a nearby club called The Dugout. Lenny was supposed to go to the Space at
Chase early to sell merchandise for the band, but as usual now that he was with his newfound
girlfriend he was neglecting his duty. GG kept telling him and telling him, then firmly stated
Lenny, youve got 10 fucking minutes. You would think that after Lenny had been
introduced to GG Allins temper in Knoxville he would have learned his lesson. So GG sat
finishing up his mug of beer, and at the end of 10 minutes GG looked up and Lenny was still in
sight. So Allin slammed down the rest of his beer, picked up the glass mug and whipped it at
his head...it just missed, hitting the wall between he and his girl. He went to work soon after
that. GG ordered another beer and nobody said a word to him, not even the club owner.
The place was mobbed. Someone who worked at the club said they had never seen as
many people there before. GG was ready to show NYC what his mission was all about... The
Murder Junkies came on first and kicked into Bite It, You Scum. Then GG darted onto the
stage, naked, and wasted no time on the attack. He ran out and punched one boy in the face
breaking his nose before he even sang a word. Then halfway through the first song he hit
another guy and broke his nose. He grabbed some girl and stuck his face between her legs as
he chased people into the front bar, throwing chairs at the lot of them. The packed room was
now almost empty, nobody left, but nobody came close. Then Allin shit on the floor and just
mashed it into his face, throwing the rest at the horrified crowd. Then he started throwing
bottles at them; even the sound man left the room.
4 minutes into the set, the band kicked into Kill The Police...2 minutes later, the police
were running into the club, the plug was pulled. The sound went out completely, but GG was
so worked up he hadnt even noticed that the band had stopped playing or that the police had
him surrounded. He just kept screaming out Kill the police! Kill the whole force! Smash the
system and destroy the courts! while convulsing on the floor. Then the cops closed in as GG
was brought backstage...7-8 police cars were outside the club as well as an ambulance. The cop
was yelling at GG, What the fuck were you doing out there, are you trying to make a fool of
us? You got 2 minutes to get the fuck out of here before I break your fucking head open, so
GG grabbed his suitcase and walked out the door. Todd was trying to follow him with the
camera as well as people following him up the sidewalk. He was with Bobby Ebb and Bobbys
girlfriend, they ducked around a corner and ran. They wanted to lose the crowd. Bobby told
GG he had some china white heroin at his apartment...GG wanted to get high, so he went to
Bobbys and got high all night.
Back at the club was complete anarchy. GG Allin played only 6 minutes and 8 police cars
and an ambulance show up...you cant get that many cops to respond to a murder call. But for
the people in the crowd, the 6 minutes probably seemed like an eternity. It was a fucking scene.
But for Todd it was still another disaster, he was hoping for a full show. So at this point, he
would have to use what he had, because after this night it was good bet that GG Allin would be
banned from ever playing in NYC again...

GERALDO

GG Allin did the Geraldo show on Dec. 8th, 1991 nobody thought Geraldo realized what
GG Allin was all about; did he possibly think GG would come on the show and not be
outspoken? This was GGs chance to get on national TV and be himself, and tell this world just
what he thought and who he was.
Now everything was really over with the new year. Everyone was going away for the
holidays: Bill Cleveland / Dino Philadelphia / Merle & Michie NJ / Lenny & his girl
Montreal... GG had no plans; he hated and detested holidays as commercial phoniness bullshit.
He had no idea what to do next, so he thought back to where they had been on the tour...
Atlanta, he thought, what to fuck... He could go back to the Clermont and get a room, the
strip joint was downstairs...he wouldnt even have to leave the building. He left Merle and
Michie, went to 42nd St., sucked some pussy and jerked off at one of the live nude girl shows.
Then hit Port Authority, got on a Greyhound bound for Atlanta, GA.

ATLANTA

When he arrived in Atlanta he caught a cab for the Hotel Clermont. He checked into Room 216
and would pay by the week. The liquor store was right up the street so he went and purchased
about 4 gallons of cheap canadian whiskey...that would last a few days. The first night he hit
the lounge, after that the word spread around town like wildfire. Tasha found out and the next
day she was down knocking on his door. For what started out to be a couple week stay, turned
into 2 months. Tasha spent most of the nights with GG, but GG wouldnt have her there every
night. For he had plans for other pussy, including a girl named Tamara whom he had met in
Charlotte, NC at a party he went to with Antiseen.
While in Atlanta GG met a guy named George Marchman and his girlfriend Barb.
George knew a guy who had an 8-track studio by the name of Jeff Bakos who played bass and
a drummer named Freddie Griffin. George played guitar so he and GG decided to get together
and go into B.A.W. (Bakos Amp Works) and see what would happen. The result was a 3 song
demo: Look Into My Eyes And Hate Me, I Am The Highest Power, and Hotel Clermont. GG
wrote all the lyrics on a budweiser box as the band played the music. It was fucking intense.
They decided to call the band The Southern Baptists, it was even possible that they would
play some shows. But GG spent most of his time in Atlanta in his room, in bed with Tasha.
GG would get fucking wasted in his room, then go downstairs to the stripclub and drink until it
closed at 4:00 AM, then he and Tasha would go back upstairs and smoke some pot and drink
more, then they would stay in bed all day. The only time GG left the building was to go to the
liquor store... Some nights when Tasha was off they would go down to Little Five Points to hit
some bars.
GG and Tasha were hot and cold also, but she had since dumped her boyfriend so at least
GG was getting the pussy. She would tie GG up to the bed and piss in his mouth, sit on his
face while he jerked off and pissed in his mouth some more. They would cut each other up with
a hunting dagger that she had when she was working, GG would take the knife and cut
himself up. At one point GG cut Tasha so badly she couldnt go to work for a few days.
They went on the town one night walking and cabbing to every club they could think of.
After a while no club would serve GG. He was staggering and slurring, so he and Tasha
headed back to his room. She got high and got into the bathtub, GG passed out on the floor. He
woke up a few hours later and stumbled into the bathroom. The water was still running, it was
all over the floor... She was sunk down into the tub with the water a couple inches from her
mouth. If GG hadnt got up when he did, she could have surely drowned. He dragged her out
of the tub and out onto the bed.
The next night Tasha tied GG to the bed and whipped him. GG got off on this; she would
tie him up and piss on him and hold the dagger to his throat... One night GG jumped on her and
almost killed her, he forgot the knife was still in his hand.
 But GG made her go home a few nights to make room for other girls he would pick up.
Tamara came from South Carolina, and a girl GG met at the Point one night stayed with him for
a couple days, her name was Vicki. She and GG snorted cocaine for 2 days nonstop, they
would wrestle and bounce off the walls, or GG and her would have a competition to see who
could spit the highest on the walls and watch it drip off. Meanwhile George was trying to get G
back in the studio, but GG couldnt do it...physically he was becoming a wreck. The doorknob
to his room had a Do-Not-Disturb sign on it the entire 2 months, so the maids never came
around. The smell was enough to knock you out, but GG was immune to it. Whiskey bottles,
beer bottles, wine bottles, dirty towels, spit streams dripping from the walls and cockroaches
galore...it was turning into a dump.
GG had a phone in his room but most of the time he wouldnt answer it. George kept
calling, wanting to get together. Rick Agnew from The Adolescents called GG from Southern
California to try and set up some shows with his band, even The Mentors called to set
something up. GG would speak to them but he could never really remember what he said. At
this point, he wasnt even sure that The Murder Junkies were even a band anymore. GG was
sinking deeper into his addiction habits, the longer he stayed in Atlanta, the harder it was
becoming to leave. Every week was going to be the last, but it kept dragging on......
Meanwhile the Rock n Roll world was in a buzz about GG, even if he wasnt aware of it.
SPIN magazine wrote:
Still crazy after all these years in prison, GG Allin has been causing riots out in California, was
arrested after a show in Orland, Florida and created havoc at New York University.
Creem magazine ruled him the most decadent performer of 1991. Flipside voted him best
live show. Screw magazine was raving as well as High Times.
But back in Atlanta, GG didnt even know or care what was going on outside his room.
Every night Tasha worked, GG would go down and drink till closing time. He got in
pretty tight with Cathy the manager, GG got to talking about David Allan Coe one night and
came to find out Cathy was his sister-in-law at one time. So she would slide GG free drinks
from time to time... GG also carried his own whiskey into the club.
But the longer GG stayed in Atlanta, the more things began to get out of hand. He was
slipping into a rut and his mind was like a time bomb.
One thursday night everybody was going to meet in the lounge. A couple local bands
were playing and they wanted GG to go check them out. GG never went out before midnight,
but as he drank his whiskey he decided to say fuck it. He didnt want to see or talk to anybody.
At about 3:00 AM Tasha came up to the room to check on him. He was very fucking drunk...
He had gone out earlier and got a bag of pot from a guy he met at a club called The
Masquerade, so he was also stoned. When he smoked pot he became even more withdrawn.
Tasha wanted him to go downstairs with her but he refused, then she said Someone in one of
the bands called you a pussy. It was a lie she used to get him to go downstairs, but it worked.
Nobody calls me a fucking pussy.
GG walked out of his room and down the stairs, Tasha was walking fast behind him. GG
opened the entrance door and walked into the club, people went to speak but GG ignored them.
He had so much hate in his eyes... He walked over to the bar to order a beer, and a girl with
green hair tapped him on the back. GG turned around, looked into her face and then punched it.
Her boyfriend grabbed GG, but GG tried to pull him into the bathroom area as there was a cop
at the door and GG had pot in his pocket, plus the fact he was obliviated and still in violation of
his parole.
The whole club was in an uproar, everyone pissed at GG. At that point he darted out the
door, into the lobby, out the front door into the street. Outside he buried his put in the back of
the building, then walked back into the lobby. When he opened the door to the hallway, there
the guy was. He hit GG hard in the face then GG grabbed his arm. Finally the cop did show to
break it up, he was a regular at the club so Cathy and Tasha talked him out of arresting either
party. Then when all calmed down, GG realized what had happened. He deserved what he
got...it was Tasha who made up the whole story. GG returned to his room fuming...
Tasha showed up at 4:00 AM like he knew she would. He grabbed her abruptly and
painfully, slamming her up against the wall. She glared at him, fighting back and screaming. He
told her to get the fuck out but she had no place to go until the buses started running at 7:00.
GG made her sit in the corner for 3 hours, he just sat on the bed staring at her like a snake
ready to kill. Neither moved for 3 hours... The only thing you could feel was the tension in the
room. At exactly 7:00 AM GG kept his position; he told her to get the fuck out or he would
drag her out, so she left.
That day the manager of the hotel told GG that if they got one more complaint, they were
going to give him the boot. You cant imagine anyone getting thrown out of there, but then
again...this is GG Allin... GGs time in Atlanta had come to an end, what had started out to be
an adventure almost got him killed and/or back in prison. He had to get out, now... So without
telling anybody he caught a Greyhound in the middle of the night, bound for Chicago. He
would stay with Sharon until he found what his next move was.

CHICAGO

When he got to Chicago, he called Merle. It was now nearing the end of Jan. 1992, GG was
ready to tour, with or without the Murder Junkies. To GGs surprise the band had been
practicing and were ready to go again, so GG and Merle put the pressure on Lenny to book the
tour. At first he said no, because of what GG had done to him on the last tour, but he finally
came around and booked it. They would go down south, then out west, then Seattle, Canada,
Denver, etc. They had plans to cover a lot of ground.

3RD TOUR

The 3rd tour kicked off in Dalton, GA a small rug factory town not far from Chattanooga,
TN. It was at a skate park, all-ages. This was to be the start of the downfall...
On Feb 13th as the band took the stage, all hell was about to break loose. After 20
minutes into the set, police barged in and were everywhere. Allin was arrested, Dino was
arrested, the club owners were arrested and 14 audience members were also arrested.
The next morning, most of the 14 audience members who got arrested for charges
ranging from underage drinking to resisting arrest got out on a bond putting up only 10% of
their total amount because they were local. But because GG and Dino gave NYC addresses,
they would have to come up with the entire amount. GG was charged with indecent exposure
and disorderly conduct, and his bail was set at $525.00. Dino was only charged with indecent
exposure and his bail was set at about $400.00.
But the band did not have enough money to bail them both out and they had a show the
following night in Atlanta, so they bailed GG out and they would decide what to do from there.
They decided they had no other choice but to leave Dino in jail and drive the two hours to
Atlanta and play that night. They could get Freddie Griffin from The Southern Baptists to fill in
on drums, that way they could at least get paid and then come back the next day to pick up
Dino. So off they drove to Atlanta.
 ATLANTA

The word was out about the arrest. It was on the radio and TV news, the club was getting
swamped with calls to see if GG was still doing the show.
The night before the show, a TV station called the club to come in and do a report; the
club refused. Backstage, GG Allin and his band were getting ready to go on amongst the havoc
that was building up around them. The club owners were concerned that the police were going
to show up and shut the place down. There was also speculation of undercover cops in the
audience, just how the Dalton show fiasco got started. Pressure was mounting from both sides,
but as always the show must go on...and on it did.
It was Valentines Day, a day for lovers, a day GG Allin despised. He hit the stage clad
only in a pair of red female panties with a heart on the crotch and an X through it. They kicked
into Be My Fucking Whore, dedicating it to all the girls in love. Then during Blood For You
Allin brought out a bible and a large color picture of Jesus Christ he screamed into the
microphone:

Your God, fucked me up the ass

Jesus Christ, suck my fucking ass
Your bible is such a piece of trash
I am the highest power, the leader of the pack

Then he bashed his face and cut his flesh, bleeding all over the pages of the bible, as he
sang: Im god to every one of you Jesus Christ I died in pain for you Im life, Im death
Im the blood for you.
Then he started ripping out the pages, slammed the picture of Jesus to the floor, bashing
his head against it and bleeding all over it, then tore it into pieces.They did Kill The Police and
dedicated it to the Dalton GA police dept. as well as Atlanta. After 30 minutes it was over.
Backstage now, Allin was delivered a bottle of Beam and many pitchers of beer. Tasha
was still around...she and GG had somehow come to terms after what happened at the
Clermont. Michelle was there also, she was disappointed to find out Dino was not around.
Then GG Allin became Dr. GG Allin, as he pulled a turkey baster out of his suitcase and told
Tasha to get up on the table and spread her asscheeks. He filled the baster with beer; he was
about to give her a beer enema. He stuck it up her ass and squeezed the rubber handle, blasting
the liquid up her anal passage, then opened his mouth as beer and shit came flying out her ass
all over his mouth. Then he filled the baster with ketchup, blasted that up her ass, then put a
plate of french fries out for her to release it on, and ate the fries.
Terry the soundman was with some hot-looking college girl that wanted to fuck him
badly. GG told her she could only fuck him if he could watch...to his surprise, she agreed. Her
name was Amber (not her real name). About 1/2 hour later Amber was laying on the couch
naked. Bill, Tasha, Michelle, Merle, Lenny and a few others were still hanging around, but it
didnt matter. Terry started eating her out, then he got up and stuck his dick in her mouth before
GG went down on her and started eating her out while Terry was getting his dick sucked.
Tasha was extremely jealous that she didnt have GG so she started shouting out insults
at Terry and the girl. Terry got pissed and left, then Amber. GG at least got to suck her pussy,
but he was pissed off at Tasha. What to fuck now... She pissed in a beer mug, feeding it to GG
while he beat off in ecstasy.
So they pulled off the Atlanta show and now had enough money to bail Dino out the next
day, so the next morning the band drove off to get him as a still-drunken GG was laying still
passed out in his seat.
 After they got to Dalton and bailed out Dino, they drove straight to New Orleans for a
gig that night.

NEW ORLEANS

In New Orleans they were playing at the same space they played at on the last tour. When they
pulled up to the club they couldnt believe it...a guy they all knew from NYC was there, Punk
Rock Paul. He worshipped GG, but GG thought ht was a fucking twit. He followed GG
around trying to kiss his ass, but this only pissed off GG all the more. In the dressing room
GG and Merle both convinced him that if he were really into GG Allin he would shave his
head, but Punk Rock Paul kept insisting there was no running water. So GG and Merle took a
bucket and got everyone around to piss in it; he could use that for water. Believe it or not, he
used it... GG also told him that if he were truly a GG Allin worshipper, that he would drink his
piss and suck his dick as an act of faith. So GG pissed in a cup and he drank it, then GG pulled
out his cock...Punk Rock Paul fell to his knees and started sucking it.
He wanted to get onstage that night with GG, but GG would have no part of it. The stage
was his and nobody elses. But P.Rock must have forgotten what GG said, because towards
the end of the set when GG put the microphone down, he went up and started saying
something to the crowd. GG attacked him and started punching the shit out of him. After the
show GG sold everything he had for cash and foodstamps, then they split for San Antonio,
TX.

SAN ANTONIO

The DMZ Club was located in a real shit section of town. The show was not well organized...
But as Allin sat backstage with Dino, waiting to go on, the place was filling up rapidly. The
crowd was more than enthusiastic, they were chanting GG, GG, GG! or GG Allin is God!
over and over, it was like a buildup to a nuclear explosion. The crowd was restless and
impatient, waiting for GG Allin and the Murder Junkies to come on. Allin made them wait
almost an hour after the opening band was finished, which riled their fury even further. The
anticipation, the adrenaline, the combination of what makes for a great Rock n Roll showdown.
As Allin and his band blasted onto the stage the place immediately lost control. There was
no security at all...the people putting on the show didnt want to spend the extra money. Fights
were breaking out everywhere, as Allin got into the first line on Gypsy Motherfucker,
someones fist caught him in the side of the face. But he went on. Then again minutes later,
another first caught him in the side of the face. Allin couldnt see who was doing it because the
lights were in his eyes, but he would be watching.
Bottles starting flying up at the band, Allin picked them up and threw them back at the
crowd. Then just as some guy was running by and punched him in the face again, Allin saw
him. He jumped out and grabbed the guy and pulled him onstage, jumped on him and was
about ready to pound the living shit out of him when about 20-30 people rushed the stage,
jumped on GG and started kicking him, beating on him, etc. Allin crawled out of the pile as the
amps tipped over and the drums went flying. Everything onstage at this point was broken and
so was GGs hand from punching somebody in the face. The stage and all its equipment were
completely trashed. Allin and his band left the stage after about 10-15 minutes which got the
crowd even more violent. It was like a bar room brawl.
 The audience was divided, half wanted to kill GG Allin the other half were his
followers. Some girl walked into the room where he was hanging out, looked at him seriously
and said, Theyre fighting over you, you know. GG replied, Yeah, isnt it great? This man
could create so much hostility in people it was amazing. He excelled for chaos...its just what
people needed. Soon the police had to be called in to break it up. Allin and his band left for a
local motel room they had rented for the night. The next day they drove on to Houston, TX.

HOUSTON

It was Feb. 17th, they were back at The Axiom. GG remembered the last time they had played
there because of the undercover cops, but this time he would get his revenge.
Taking the stage that night, he wasted no time in mutilating himself. At this point after
playing 4 nights in a row, he had 2 black eyes, a cracked jaw, a broken hand, deep cuts all
around his head and chest. He looked like a walking dead man, so it wouldnt take long to open
the wounds. He attacked the crowd again, he was naked and he didnt give a fuck. He forced
some girls face between his legs and assaulted anyone in his way as he ran rampant through
the club. This was not like San Antonio, this audience was giving Allin all the space he wanted.
He got out his infamous turkey baster, filled it with beer, this time performing an enema on
himself. He did it twice, blowing out two explosive loads of runny diarrhea all over the stage.
He ate it, rubbed it over his bleeding body, threw some at the crowd, etc. As his mind raced on,
using his body as a convulsing bullet of therapeutic release, his soul was on fire...
When it was over the band split...their next stop would be Austin, TX....

AUSTIN

They got there early in the day and got a motel room. That night before going off to the club,
they went to visit the legendary Roky Erikson. They called his mother who was listed in the
phonebook and she put them in contact. Lenny called him and Roky invited GG and the band
over. He lived in a small dumpy-looking house behind a trailer park. When they walked into his
house, he had everything on...all the lights, radios, TVs, VCR, fans, anything that could
possibly be on was on.
Roky was a bit confused and seemed more than a little uncomfortable. He also hadnt
done much musically since he was released from a mental ward a few years before, but they all
chatted for about a half-hour. GG asked him what he had been doing musically. Roky looked at
GG and said, Well theres a guitar over there... GG went to look closer, only to find the neck
was broken. He was hard to carry a conversation on with, but he was cool. He gave Dino a pair
of pants and GG gave him some of his records. Then GG and the band left and headed for the
club...
The club was packed full. It was a tuesday night, but when GG Allin comes to town, you
dont question what night it is. Just count yourself lucky he even showed up at all. Allin was
naked except for his dog collar & boots (which he never took off) and a long black trench coat.
The band was banging away as GG made his way to the stage; he was already quite drunk. He
stalked the stage like a wildcat in heat, taunting and teasing the crowd. Then he would open the
coat, exposing himself for all to see. He spotted some pretty girl at the side of the stage, so he
walked over to her, knelt down, grabbed her tit and licked her face. Then he took off the coat,
revealing his ripped-up body from the 5 nights prior.
 With his black eyes he looked more like a snake, but he would show no mercy on this
crowd and he would also use his body as a weapon, both on them and on himself. He did
another enema onstage, then fucked himself up the ass with a bottle. He played with his cock,
asking the crowd if they wanted to touch it or suck it. There was some kid there who had
crutches, Allin grabbed one and went through the crowd swinging it at them. He picked fights,
dove at them, spit snot on them, all while the band was playing intently. Again, Allin was
chasing some people out of the club as they ran in fear, but Allin had them captivated.
30 minutes into the set as the band was doing their final song, Allin was macked. His
eyes and throat were burning, he heard walkie-talkies in the distance, then as his eyesight was
coming back there were two police officers standing in front of him. Allin was naked and
bleeding, other cops were telling everyone to evacuate the club. Allin put his black trench coat
on, then was handcuffed and placed under arrest. Allin walked out of the club to roaring
applause as most waited outside to see what was going on. The police officers escorted GG
Allin into the back of an ambulance and rushed to a nearby emergency room for treatment.
At the hospital they took X-rays to confirm GG had a broken hand, broken jaw, glass
lodged all throughout his body and he had deep lacerations in his head. The doctor said he
required stitches, but Allin refused. He told the doctor he liked the scars. Allin was handcuffed
to a hospital bed as they removed pieces of glass from his entire body. After about 2 hours in
the hospital, he was taken to the Travis, TX county jail and booked. The original charges were
to be indecent exposure, public drunkenness and assault. But Allins name was run through a
computer, and this time his luck ran out.
Michigan had put out a warrant on him and Texas had found it. So Texas decided to drop
all of their initial charges against GG and hold him without bond as a parole violator. 3 days
later GG appeared in court and waived extradition. 4 days after that, Michigan came and got
him. He was now going back to prison... The rest of the tour was obviously cancelled, and The
Murder Junkies went back to NYC...

First Tour Dates

Anaconda Club Santa Barbara, CA 9/25/91

Spirit Club San Diego, CA 9/27/91
Rendezvous San Francisco, CA 10/2/91
Warehouse Gig Dallas, TX 10/4/91
1033 Club San Antonio, TX 10/5/91
Axiom Houston, TX 10/6/91
Exit Club Chicago, IL 10/10/91

GG Allin & The Murder Junkies

GG Allin Himself
Chicken John Guitar
Merle Allin Bass
Dino (Donald Sachs) Drums

Tall Paul Driver / Roadie

Len Colby Video & Sales
 Second Tour Dates

New York University NYC, NY 11/7/91

The Bank NYC, NY 11/8/91 (cancelled)
Gumbys Huntington, WV 11/13/91
Pantheon Club Nashville, TN 11/15/91
Antenna Club Memphis, TN 11/16/91
Fucked Duck Club New Orleans, LA 11/17/91
Club Spacefish Tampa, FL 11/18/91
Wreck Room Atlanta, GA 11/21/91
Orpheus Knoxville, TN 11/23/91
Space At Chase NYC, NY 12/7/91

GG Allin & The Murder Junkies

GG Allin Himself
Bill Weber Guitar
Merle Allin Bass
Dino (Donald Sachs) Drums

Lenny Video, Sales, Roadie

Third Tour Dates

Skate Club Dalton, GA 2/13/92

Wreck Room Atlanta, GA 2/14/92
Fucked Duck Club New Orleans, LA 2/15/92
DMZ Club San Antonio, TX 2/16/92
Axiom Houston, TX 2/17/92
Cannibal Club Austin, TX 2/18/92

Arrest and extradited Cities cancelled

New Mexico / Phoenix, AZ / San Francisco, CA / Portland, OR

Seattle, WA / Vancouver, Canada / Denver, CO / Chicago, IL

GG Allin & The Murder Junkies

GG Allin Himself
Bill Weber Guitar
Merle Allin Bass
Dino (Donald Sachs) Drums