treason

I'm surrounded by stuff about the 70's LA punk scene all around me, Jordan's reading a novel set in it, and I'm reading "Lexicon Devil" about The Germs. We watched Rage - 20 Years of Punk recently. Geza X, who produced the first Germs EP, used to be a member on SG, he went on a binge creating an ESP group and posting like crazy for a few months, then he disappeared, then his membership expired... I've sent him some emails and he always makes short, friendly replies from his treo. I really want him to produce the Funeral Crashers album when the material is ready to go, maybe in a few months. He has a thing for magickal group masturbation and psycho-electro kinesthetics, pretty much any weird ESP or magick-related subjects. I used to get into the electro-psycho stuff. I had an oscilloscope set up with a 15" speaker, with the cone ripped out so the magnet was bare, as the input. I tried different ways of amplifying the signal and trying to get into the feedback that showed up on the scope when I'd sit under the speaker and meditate. It would make a green grid on a little circular green-plasma monitor. I had it set so that the grid was like the ground in the old Battlezone video game. There was a horizon in the middle of the screen, and the grid was in constant motion so that it looked like I was traveling toward the horizon. When I had thoughts the polarity would flip and the grid would go in a different direction.
I'm fascinated with the high school where Darby Crash and Pat Smear from the Germs went. It was an experimental school run by scientologists, under the guise of being a last-chance diploma program for problem students. They were taught mind control, how to stare people down, how to become actualized or "Theta Clear" as the scientologists call it. There was lots of confrontational teaching techniques. A story darby told in an interview had it that one of the teachers made them sit on the floor in a circle, and then he got out a stack of bibles. He threw a bible in everyone's lap one by one, saying "here, cock" for boys or "here, cunt" for girls, "here's a bible." Too bad they shut all that shit down once Carter was out of there and cowboy Ron came in. My high school didn't even have art or drama classes. We just hung out in Mr. Patterson's office. Clint Patterson was the old black jazz musician and band director who tried to teach me how to be cool. He'd tell us we could cut school if we'd bring him a pack of Salems and an iced tea. Actually, maybe that was better than having lunatic scientologists screaming at me.