(From L: The Effigies, in a photo by Glen E. Friedman)
Total sports related content in the new Chicago punk documentary You Weren’t There: a shot of Steve Dahl’s Disco Demolition at Commiskey Park (as illustration of Chicago’s 1970s rock scene retardation) and a shot of Rights Of The Accused that includes a Cubs sticker on their guitar. Given the central role this film obviously plays in Chicago baseball, it clearly needs a mention on CSTB, despite this blog’s dismal track record of matching up sports and music. I offer you a “go see it” and a “go distribute it” (if that’s what you do for a living). To be sure, much of this film pre-dates my club going days, as it opens in 1977 when I was 10. Actually, no matter where Steve Dahl decided to stage his pro-censorship event (love this clip, where Dahl promotes his upcoming gig as opener for Santana and Journey to massive cheers) the only differentiation made in South Side and North Side reactions to punk was a total ignorance of it on the South Side to a lame-brained North Side reaction of shouting “faggot!” or “Devo!” from passing Trans Ams. There’s enough of Vic Bondi and John Kezdy and Steve Albini to let us know the old hates are still quite fresh. The last band covered is Big Black, and how often do you see something written/filmed about Chi indie/punk where Albini is but one voice in the scene, not portrayed as The Voice ? I point this out not to put him down, but to make clear, the filmmakers really did want to capture the scene, not just film a SPIN article.
You Weren’t There packs in a LOT of information, so much so that I lost track of the Articles of Faith v Effigies feud several times. Still, you get a great sense of how the scene grew, before the music was even any good and it was more about just going to DJ shows of punks playing NYC, London, and LA music. It’s something usually cut short in music histories that can’t wait to get to their scene’s Local Turned National moment. The “national” side of it never happened in Chicago punk of this era. That came later, and the filmmakers avoid my most hated cliche of modern music history “ forcing the historical line from Our Scene to Nirvana. In fact, You Weren’t There cuts it off in 1984, just when that scene expanded, imo, in two ways. First (as shown) the incursion of lots of violent, LA-imitating half-wits that overran the audience. Second is the point where the Chicago indie labels we know today really took off — Touch And Go, Thrill Jockey, Etc “ something totally left out of the film, even the final “punk today” segment, the lamest moment of the movie. In it, a host of assisted living candidates interviewed prefer the tired Legs McNeil You Kids Suck school of history. I mean, when you’re bitching about Kids Today wearing black leather jackets as a retro look, when you yourself wore a black leather jacket as a ’50s retro look because the Ramones and Clash did in ’79 — well, you know, get an gmail account. You’re someone whose life would be vastly improved by Pitchfork. Not all do this, but enough do. Still, that’s only the last ten minutes. There’s a self-defeating element to some of the scene, all that classic Chicago “I’m For Real, You’re From the ‘Burbs” shit as beautifully deconstructed by “Rights of the Accused’s” Mike O’Connell (?). 1st wave Chi punk may have ended with these folks, but they never make the connection between what they created and the way that still has an impact on much in Chicago that’s there now. Anyway, overall, worth your time, very thorough, and in need of a wider audience.
(Pictured, album cover of Rob Warmoski’s first Chicago band, The Defoliants, before he became CSTB’s White Sox beat reporter)
Some folks warned me You Weren’t There goes on too long, and they’re right. Still, the stories are well told and music holds up, esp what I heard from The Effigies, Big Black, Rights of the Accused, and a funny cut of “Anti-Pac Man” played out.
As Crazy Bill Ryan used to say at Bohoken’s Pier Platters…”Don’t make me go fucking rummaging for it!
But ain’t that The Defoliants 45?
(as R Stevie Moore cassettes suddenly fall on head)
I stand corrected, it is the 7″.
http://punkvinyl.com/index.php?s=defoliants
My question to Rob W. — were the ten you hoped to hang in 1987 the (77-85) Fregosi White Sox squad, or the (76-85) Michael/Lucchesi Cubs? Congrats on edging out the Cubs for best team in Chi that year, btw.
Ben
R. Stevie forever!
Ben: “best” is such a strong word. But I won’t front: most of the 80s were either in high school or college and except for the Bears, I was pretty ambivalent about jockery at the time. Not totally though, I do recall Bobby Thigpen sending a few balls over Kenny Williams’ head before he really got his stroke.
That movie is awesome, and it’s hilarious you suggested distributing it. Back when I had some money (like January) I contacted them after seeing it to do just that. Never heard back, but since the back of my head is in a shot in it, I expect to hear from them about my release form any day now.
Yup, I own me one of those Pravda 45’s myself. I need to see this for sure. American Hardcore kind of gave that scene short shrift, I thought (and committed the sin you mention).
I suppose if we are making indie geek corrections, Thrill Jockey didn’t start up until the early ’90s, and not in Chicago either. Come to think of it aside from T&G, the label one would most associate with Chicago circa 1986 was some dodgy outfit in Long Island.
On this blog, I expect corrections like that. I’m just saying, they could have pointed to what Chicago has become musically since 1984 as their legacy, rather than take a moment to shit on Green Day.
“Come to think of it aside from T&G, the label one would most associate with Chicago circa 1986 was some dodgy outfit in Long Island. ”
What about Wax Trax? I am so sick of Al Jourgenson being insulted and ignored here.
Park West from 1976-1983 was pretty solid.
Saw this movie at the Portage theater, and I don’t know if they beefed-up the sound system or what, but the musical excerpts were well-measured and sounded fantastic. I have seen a lot of documentary shit about music that means a lot to me, but this was the first documentary I’ve ever seen about a music scene that succeeded in evoking the era convincingly.
I’m not prone to nostalgia but I was really enjoying mulling this era over while the movie was on and for days afterward. It is a truly great music film.
“this was the first documentary I’ve ever seen about a music scene that succeeded in evoking the era convincingly.”
Ron Howard’s “Cotton Candy” wasn’t a documentary?
Holy shit, Steve Albini and Gerard Cosloy back to back in the same comment string– this place is better than Chunklet!!
Whatever.