I blended the footage with digital audio from their album and made this fan video from live footage of the band as well as post-gig footage at Oki Dog in Hollywood, Los Angeles, all shot by Dave Markey.
Dave Markey of We Got Power Films, drummer of Sin 34, was very ambitious and always carried a movie camera and film with him back then. And from the footage he shot, he made some short films and the punkumentary The SLOG Movie, featuring a number of SoCal bands including Sin 34.
This video was put together by me uses his footage, which he shot for the Slog Movie. #WastedYouth #ProblemChild #DavidMarkey #DaveMarkey #WeGotPowerFilms #punk #PunkRock #SoCalPunk #AtomicVideoJukebox #DJAtomic #djatomiclv #djatomic702
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Punk's Not Dead; Atomic Video Jukebox, 5/10/21; Seth Auberon, Dhr. Seven, Crystal Q. (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly
On Friday's "Stay or Go" segment of KLOS' (95.5 FM)The Heidi and Frank Show, there was a big surprise when power duo and twin sisters Dianthvs (dianthvsmusic.net, pronounced /die-ann-tuss/) broke out with a mash of grindcore and Evanescence vocals. One sister plays the guitar, the other is a drum impresario, and both sing. It's hard to believe so much sound and noise are coming from two dainty gals from Riverside. They will be playing at Revelry Brewing in Temecula on Aug. 1, 2026.
Dianthvs is a Southern California progressive metalcore band led by twin sisters Jessica and Jackie Parry. They fuse classical piano roots, moody atmospherics, and crushing heaviness (drums and metal guitar) into a sound that blurs beauty and brutality. Jackie is on lead vocals and guitar, while percussionist Jessica holds down the backing vocals and drumming duties.
What really killed Hollywood's Bruce Lee? According to Dr. Joel D. Wallach (criticalhealthnews.com), it is unequivocal and perfectly clear that ignorance and a terrible diet killed the superstar and legendary mixed martial artist. What killed Bruce at the young age of 32? Wheatgerm (gluten) and malnourishment from gluten and other things that prematurely depleted him. Lee disciplined himself to death with a wrong idea of how to get or stay healthy. What did Bruce eat?
A very diverse diet would have been much better, avoiding extremes, fads, and health trends, but that would not have saved him (or us) from deficiencies in depleted farmland soil. That is why supplementation has become essential.
(We say this as extreme vegans interested in maintaining our great health. Dr. Wallach says real food supplements are now a must due to soil depletion, processing, and lots of bad information out there. You are responsible for your diet choices because you will be the one to bear the tragic health results of any mistake made in choosing what to put in this pure temple of a body: avoid ultra processed foods, avoid eating the dead, avoid stale/toxic substances that are not stored correctly. Eat to enjoy, eat for flavor, eat lots of fiber and foods in their natural state or processed in beneficial ways such as culturing, light fermentation, drying, preserving, seasoning... As with all things, we are ultimately responsible for ourselves and cannot give that job over to someone else as much as we would like to, for choosing to not choose for ourselves is also a choice, and believing Big Pharma, doctors, and surgeons can often be fatal. Look around. Look how healthy everyone in our society is).
Back Against the Wall: You yell out in defiance/ You're backed up against their wall/ They're up there clutching their guns/ It makes you feel real small// So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles/ Broken glass/ But it all ends up with handcuffs on your hands// You run around and spray paint/ Graffiti on everybody's wall/ You think that's bitchin’ man/ That ain't nothing at all!// So you can cuss, spit, throw bottles/ Broken glass/ But it ends up with a swift kick to your ass
Trapped [Karma]: Trapped, I'm trapped/ Trapped, I'm trapped/ Trapped, I'm trapped/ Trapped, I'm trapped/ What did I do to deserve this?/ Painted myself into a corner/ What did I do to deserve this?/ Painted myself into a corner/ No windows, doors, or a ladder/ Trapped, I'm trapped/ Trapped, I'm trapped/ What did I do to deserve this?/ Running down a black alleyway/ What did I do to deserve this?/ Running down a black alleyway/ Trash cans, chain link fence line the way/ I'm trapped/ I'm trapped
Wasted: I was so wasted/ I was so wasted// I was a hippie/ I was a burnout/ I was a dropout/ You know I was out of my head/ And I was a surfer/ I had a skateboard/ I was so happy, man/ You know I lived on the Strand/ I was so wasted, I was wasted/ I was so wasted, I was wasted// I was so f*cked up/ I was so screwed up/ I was so jacked up/ Couldn't get any higher than that/ And I was so pilled up/ I was so nebbed out/ I was so jacked up/ I was out of my head// I was so wasted, I was wasted/ I was so wasted, I was wasted
Group Sex: Group sex!/ Group sex!/ Group sex!/ Group sex!// Private swing party Friday and Saturday/ Wouldn't it be nice/ To have a party where the couples/ Are friendly and mellow?/ A low-key atmosphere/ Where you can explore/ The most sensual fantasies/ With other aware sensitive couples?// Group sex!/ Group sex!/ Group sex!/ Group sex!// Where you can bring someone/ You care about without embarrassment?/ With privacy, good food, and music/ Refreshments, cleanliness/ And a super-jacuzzi, too?/ That's what parties at the A-Frame are all about/ Call (213) 659-3756/ Best time to call is Friday and Saturday afternoons/ See you there!/ Group sex!
Paid Vacation: Hope you're having fun/ Where's your uniform, where's your gun?/ Better rub up that suntan lotion/ 'Cause you'll be fighting in the hot sun/ It's not Vietnam/ Just another oil company scam/ Salute that flag for Uncle Sam/ Get your money out, place your bets/ It's Afghanistan!// Fix bayonets, check grenades/ Got enough bullets, got enough rounds to wipe out this place/ Where’s the infantry and the cavalry?/ Parachutes fill the skies as bodies burn and people die// It's not Vietnam/ It's another oil company scam...
Jewish punker Keith Brian Morris (born 1955) [1] is an American singer and songwriter known for his role as frontman of the hardcore punk bands Black Flag (The Black Flag situation is pathetic), Circle Jerks, and the supergroup OFF!. Born and raised in Hermosa Beach, California, he formed Black Flag at the age of 21 with guitarist Greg Ginn and performed on the band's 1979 debut EP Nervous Breakdown. Shortly after leaving Black Flag in 1979, he formed the Circle Jerks with guitarist Greg Hetson. The band released seven albums between 1980 and 1995 and have broken up and reformed numerous times. More
LYRICS: "I Will Kill You": Bleed from my pain/ Revenge on treacherous snakes/ They will pay/ Slicing my flesh/ Sculptured wounds my catharsis/ I will stain/ Into the heart/ Needle injects gasoline/ Convulsions/ The one that they betrayed/ Has made them this way/ Plagued by the bastards/ I will kill you/ Killed by my rage/ Scream at my face/ The grisly scars went unavenged/ Until now/ Deep in the hole/ You are gagged and scream aloud/ But unheard/ Choke on your vomit/ You watch your hands cut off/ Then your legs/ The one that you betrayed/ Will kill you this way/ Scarred by the bastards/ I will kill you/ Killed by my rage/ I must kill you/ Into the throat/ The scalpel slices/ Warm blood sprays out/ The gushing entices/ Pull out your heart/ And let you watch/ Shove in your mouth/ Then stab your crotch/ I watch your agony/ I am released from years of pain/ Your death averted my becoming insane/ You are dead, I have killed you (Genius)
Maybe it's just by chance that an American growing up in Amerikkka would gravitate towards punk rock's aggressive musick, rebellion, DIY ethic, and freedom-oriented rock aesthetic AND also toward the Teachings of the "Awakened One" (the Buddha). After all, if we were to translate the term "Budh-ism" into English, "Awakenism" would be a great start.
The Dharmic traditions all lean towards liberation (moksha, vimutti = "freedom") and, as such, they did not really begin as "religions." They're treated as religions now, to be sure. The British colonizers imposed that way of thinking on the various dharmas or "doctrines" of India, the paths to freedom taught by famous awakening teachers. It's good to say "awakening" here instead of "awakened" because Buddhism does not recognize that everyone who is called "enlightened" actually is. What the Buddha meant by the term is very specific. In Buddhism, arahant (Sanskrit arhat) is reserved for seven kinds of livings beings (the "noble ones" or Aryans):
stream enterer (three kinds of sotapannas):
one-seeder (ekabijin)
one who will be reborn at most seven times (sattakkhattuparama)
one reborn among noble families three or four times (kolankola).
once returner (sakkadagami)
non-returner (anagami)
fully awakened (arahant). One could say there are three kinds of arhats as well since in addition to being a "fully" awakened noble disciple, one might be a "non-teaching supremely enlightened person" (pacceka-buddha) or in extraordinarily rare instances, a "supremely enlightened teacher" (samma-sam-buddha).
These descriptions are part of Early Buddhism, preserved in the Pali canon of Theravada Buddhism, specifically explained in The Path to Freedom (Vimutti-magga), condensed to just four kinds by lumping the three varieties of stream enterers into just one grouping in The Path of Purification (Visuddhi-magga). It seems that in these modern times, only Wisdom Quarterly cares about the distinction. Goodness knows that by borrowing from Brahmanism and Hinduism, later Mahayana movement writers have invented new categories like countless bodhisattvas, mahasattvas, and "Cosmic Buddhas" like Amitabbha, Vairocana, Ksitigarbha, and others to worship in place of taking guidance (sarana) from the historical Buddha Shakya-muni ("Sage of the Indo-Scythians/Sakas"), Siddhattha Gotama, Siddhartha Gautama.
But before actual stream entry (entering the "stream" or sota that inevitably leads to complete freedom = nirvana), there are practices and beliefs the Dharmic traditions have in common, like reaching samadhi ("stillness," "mental coherence" resulting in "superconsciousness," sublime states and transcendental realizations). In fact, many Indian traditions consider samadhi to be the ultimate goal, knowing nothing higher. The Buddha did certainly point higher, adding insight practices (vipassana) to the already known states of meditative absorptions (the dhyanas or in Pali jhanas).
Minor Threat: "I was early to finish. I was late to start. I might be an adult.
But I'm a minor at heart." Fugazi: I wait, I wait, I wait in the Waiting Room
Why does Integral (Ashtanga) Yoga teach an eightfold system, as made popular by the sage Patanjali? It is precisely because of the historical Buddha's super popularity throughout the subcontinent at that time that Patanjali thought he should formulate the Vedic, Brahminical, Hindu (a term that would not be invented for centuries) path to samadhi in the same form as the Buddha's Ennobling (lit. Enlightening) Eightfold Path. "Noble" (Arya) means "enlightened."
One has to slosh around through a lot of Western misinterpretations, explanations, practices, Eastern teachers, and etymologies to rectify one's understanding and remove the confusion that has settled on Eastern philosophy and Dharmic traditions to see it clearly. There have been many well-intentioned translators and teachers over the decades that have inadvertently muddied the water and introduced some wrong notions. It's inevitable. If one practices and practices, those misunderstanding get straightened out.
PUNK has always been about individualism, questioning, rebellion, a willingness to set off on one's own path of investigation, practice, and self-realization. No one can do it for us, and "faith" (particularly of the blind sort) is just not in the cards.
PUNK is fun and, at least in the past, was very funny. It was not profit-driven. The goal from the beginning was freedom, personal and social, to liberate oneself and others. Maybe no one agreed on what a revolution would look like, but the enemy was pretty clear: sexist/racist cops working for the economic elite to maintain the status quo, gatekeepers, authority figures, bosses, dictators, know-it-alls, the forces of oppression bearing down on our pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness.
The founding ideals of our country never promised happiness, but those ideals did very clearly say we had a right to PURSUE happiness as we saw fit. In practice, it was nothing like that, just an Animal Farm/1984-style set of tricks, being told what to believe, how to behave, what to like, what to follow, and so on. Enough of that. The hippies were right, but they were no longer getting anywhere, so the pendulum had to swing the other way. Workers had to arise. Conservatives had to knock it off. Liberals had to wake up. Somebody had to flip off the patriarchy and its father figures.
The CIA, FBI, and PTB (powers that be) were not going to let this movement succeed any more than they had any of the previous ones. They can't stop these things, but they can guide them to implode. Movements are like that. What about individuals? What about intellectuals, poets, artists, and independent thinkers? The government has a game called whack-a-mole for that. They stop this rebellion or that, but another one will take its place. It's like Jello once said in "I Am the Owl." Black Flag had something to say beyond self-defeating aggression when they sang, "Rise Above." But the hippies had something to say, too. "What the world needs now is peace, love, and understanding" and, if not, then how about anarchy, hate, and profanities. How does that strike you, Society?
If England/Britain ruined us as a colony-cum-country, it had a little something to do with the rebellion:
Television report from W5 about the early 1980's punk rock scene in Los Angeles, California, featuring Back In Control Center (hilarious) and Mike Ness' band Social Distortion.
As a kid in a punk rock garage band many years ago in LA, we once opened for Social D. It was a house party at a squatter's flat in Highland Park, where runaways and heavy partiers stayed. With electricity piped in from a long extension cord, we did what we could. Then came the house band Detox followed by Julie's SIN 34 from Santa Monica before SD headlined. If Hollywood makes a version of that night, it looked a bit like this (and nothing as cool as the first video):
I remember thinking, "Who does this guy think he is with makeup, way more than guyliner, and where can I get some?"
Even then Mike Ness was a powerful presence if only because it seemed for all the world that he did not give two S's, very in line with the Tao. Who knew he had a drinking problem?
The strange thing was, this being LA, there was a massive and mysterious Buddhist building (Mystic Dharma Temple) just down the street on Figueroa St. Rather than drinking, like the fictional character Kwai Chang Caine (Kung Fu), I was drawn to visiting it and learning to meditate from Ven. Chao Chu, a Sri Lankan Mahayana-Theravada polyglot hybrid monk and his snooty American assistant Dana.
How did I get so lucky? Years later, visiting Sri Lanka and Malaysia, the senior Theravada scholar-monk Ven. K. Sri Dhammananda sighed a copy of his Dhammapada (verses and backstories), writing: "One who protects the Dhamma is protected by the Dhamma."
Punk could be very smart (DKs)
It seemed profound at the time, but instead of magic, what it really seems to be saying is very basic: Imagine working in an industrial factory and instead of a sign that reads how many days since the last accident, the bosses were to put up an inspirational note that read: "One who protects [keeps] the safety rules is protected by the safety rules." Rule No. 5 is "to undertake to abstain from alcohol and intoxicants that occasion heedlessness." I could leave the hard drinking to Mike Ness, Detox, and all the followers. I could be straight edge before that caught on on the west coast. I was already listening to east coast Minor Threat, British anarcho punk vegans Rudimentary Peni, and the Dead Kennedys, which was a start.
Karma being what it is, we eventually ended up getting advanced degrees at UCLA, but not before Chao Chu and I attended the local community college to make up for a wasted youth in high school. There we started the college's first Buddhist club. The temple, the monk, and Dana eventually moved to Rosemead.
Karma, it makes for a long strange trip. So, as the saying goes, "be careful who you step on to move up in the world; you'll be seeing them again on the way down" or some such. Brad Warner was nowhere to be seen, but Noah Levine might have been around as well as Steve Pfauter. Maybe L.A. PUNK 13 knows all of this in greater detail.
One of the strange things about living in LA is its proximity to Hollywood, the throat chakra of the West, like the larger Bollywood is for the East (or India at least) is running into stars. We were at the radio station (KROQ.com, 106.7 FM), at the Audacy Corporation in the Miracle Mile district celebrating Cinco de Mayo at the cantina Descanso. Across the street, legendary punk pioneers Social Distortion was going to play a secret show at the station's new Sound Stage. A few maneuvers later, we were in! But what a strange trip. Standing next to Punk Rock Girl to see cancer survivor Mike Ness, once the epitome of tough guy drunk (now 40 years sober in AA), looking like some kind of gavone from the Lower East Side of NY or some TV gangster mobster as Megan Holiday and Kevin Ryder roll him out for an interview. Nice guy, learned a lot from AA, but he can barely talk or think or comprehend what's going on. The crowd loved it, having won tickets for the coveted show over the past few weeks. Flagging, failing self-proclaimed "punk influencer" Punk Rock Girl (Erin Micklow), who was persona non grata at the Queen Mary punk show and has been banned from Punk Rock Bowling at the Punk Museum in Las Vegas, we hear, weaseled her way in. "Who does a girl have to sl**p with to get into these things?" she might be asking. We would tell her if she asked us. But she seemed to enjoy herself as much as the Ozempic crowd largely in attendance. Punk rock never died, but it sure has been through a lot. Social D has a new album, Born to Kill, coming out after 15 years, and heartless corporate entity KROQ is doing them a solid due to all the fans they still have.
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