After X-mas break Emma cornered me in the lunch room at school and said that there was some new mohawk kid in her class. She talked to this new kid Tom, and he claimed to play guitar. She told him of our search for a guitar player and he agreed to come down to jam with us.
Tom met us at An Archy's house the next weekend sporting a brand new Les Paul and Fender Twin Reverb. "Rich fag" I thought to myself, but who cared, the Ed Gein Fan Club was back on track. Tom also taught us the Eddie Cochran/Sid Vicious opus "C'Mon Everybody", which was immediately added to the growing repitoir.
At one of these rehearsals we recorded our first release, "The
Ed Gein Fan Club: Music For Killing Children". C'Mon Everybody was on
side A, complete with sound effects of orchestras warming up and a chainsaw, and uproarious applause at the end of the song,
The B-side contained "The Beach Song" and our version of Black Flag's verion of The Kingsmen's version of Richard Berry's "Louie Louie"
12 copies were made at an exact cost of nothing (I simply recorded over some old data tapes my dad had sitting next to his computer
and I ran the sleeves off on the photocopier at the place I was working), and sold for $2.00 each exclusivly to NON-punk rockers. Why the
fuck did we want to preach to the converted?
The only exception was our old friend Randy Elvis.
Randy did us good by listing it in his Top Ten
for the month in the No Life Newsletter. So did Ryan, the manager of
the store. Then Randy did us a better solid by listing it in his Best Of The Year list, just ahead of Iron Fist's Crucify Me tape!
Here's the entire 3 song tape for your listening enjoyment. For maximum effect play loud in your garage so as to properly annoy the neighbors!
C'Mon Everybody (C)1958 Eddie Cochran and Jerry Capehart
The Beach Song (C)1984 Plainfield Music
Louie Louie (C)1955 Richard Berry
I think Tom lasted 3 or 4 rehearsals, when he realised that his ideas about Punk Rock were vastly different from my ideas about punk rock. He then got An(gie) smoking pot and dropping acid (HIPPY drugs!) with a little bit of bed-bobbing in there as well, thus creating a rift within the ranks of teh Fan Club.
In what was to become the norm rather than the exception, I had to replace the guitar player and the drummer.
