So, what about the History? Anybody have anything to say about the Masque? C'mon, let it out. Puke it up. Split your head open .....
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Re: the Masque
Tue, April 24, 2007 - 10:37 AMHave a look here:
jennylens.com/_k-o/masque/masque01.htm
Probably one of the most obnoxious and self-immersed people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, but she was there, and shot it, and her descriptions are not innaccurate.
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Fri, April 27, 2007 - 8:31 AMI spent a year going between LA and SF back in the Masque days. I was hanging out with Lorna from the Germs and living at the Cantabury. We used to go to the Masque almost every night just to hang out. I can still remember that smell of piss/mold that wafted through the air. I spent many hours drinking cheap beer and watching bands practice there. Brendon was a really nice guy, but I was an snotty 18 year old so I was probably rude to him. A lot of bands that lived at the Cantabury also practiced there. I can also remember these girls who would borrow equipment from the guys at the Cantabury so they could play in the basement. We all had a laugh. Imagine a bunch of girls trying to play what we were into (we were politically incorrect bad then) Those girls had the last laugh: They were the Go Gos. -
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Sun, April 29, 2007 - 10:40 PMI remember the Canterbury. Rod lived there. Yeah, I remember you guys from then. Some of you would come over to my apartment, see my bass & amp & ask me if I played ... no, it's there to put your beer on, asshole. I thought Brendan was a jerk. No, I haven't read his book. I still just don't care what he has to say. Ahhhh ..... never lost the attitude, just the energy. Gabba gabba hey. -
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Mon, April 30, 2007 - 12:36 PMAnother Masque story:
Brendan and his inner circle had this sort of fraternity going, the Jerries, named after Jerry Lewis. To get in, you had to be willing to do the most outrageous, disgusting, spazzed-out kind of pranks. A couple of girlfriends of mine desperately wanted to be Jerries, but I think it was a guy thing, either that, or they were deemed not hip enough. Don't remember the specifics. So the gals decided to out-Jerry the Jerries. They dubbed themselves The Deaners, went into the Masque bathrooms and wrote a bunch of Deaner shit on the walls... in actual shit. Now, that's punk.
Unfortunately, I bore an equally unfortunate passing resemblance to one of the Deaners (who everyone else referred to as the Monster Girls, for obvious reasons) and for at least 15 years after the fact I was still having people come up to me at parties and asking me if I was one of the Monsters.
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Re: the Masque
Mon, April 30, 2007 - 6:23 PM"Do you play...." That sounds like something that would waft out of my mouth. Thankfully, I've learned to think before I speak (sorta). -
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Tue, May 1, 2007 - 11:38 PMI seem to remember that you were a Jerry if you acted like Jerry Lewis when you were drunk. And we were all drunk, as often as we possibly could be. And so, of course, there were the Deans, who acted like Dean Martin when drunk. And then there were the Monster Girls, whose pride of self-expression included creative writing on, and with, whatever was at hand. 15 years later?? Hmmm, sort of sad. I was one of the Monster Girls. Or so I was told, by people who knew. Honestly can't remember who wrote with ... that ... on the walls of that "bathroom."
I also can't remember if this was before or after Brendan 86'd me from his "club." Boy, this tribe is fun! Swapping tales of youthful depravity!
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