I emailed the band asking for photo credentials and an interview and didn’t really expect any response as no one really gave me the time of day except my psychobilly bands. So I’m sitting in the lunchroom of the nursing home I was working at, or the “henhouse” as I called it, listening to hordes of loud women talking about their kids and “American Idol,” and my cell phone rings. I answer it, and I hear, “Hi, this is Keith Morris of the Circle Jerks.”
We arranged to meet up before the show and it was my first interview. I didn’t even have a tape recorder and was frantically trying to scribble his answers. I think I may have apologized about trying to keep up and he told me, “It doesn’t matter. You’re going to write what you want anyway.”
I could not make heads nor tales of what I wrote down later and gave up. And for the record, I got my ass kicked shooting these — I was the only photographer who attempted to shoot this from the front and shot about half the show up front before finally moving to side stage after a guy stage dove on my head, snapping my head back and taking me to the floor. My neck hurt for weeks after that.
Santarchy is one of the many things that make Detroit one of the most awesome cities on the planet. Yeah, you read that right. But just keep reading all the stories about how the city is dead, because it’s one of the best kept secrets in the country, at least if you’re into music, art and a huge sense of community spirit.
In this case, each year during the holidays, one night is set aside for buses that taxi hordes of drunks from bar to bar all night, and the only requirement besides the small fee is that you must dress like Santa or an elf. Imagine hordes of drunken Santas and elves descending on your neighborhood bar. And drunken Santa mosh pits.