Chris Uggen's Blog: nofx, d4, and the DIY ethic

Saturday, February 25, 2006

nofx, d4, and the DIY ethic

because we ask ourselves why we live in a place thirty degrees colder than your freezer, minnesotans just eat up validation from california or new york. chris riemenschneider's friday column in the strib gives a heads-up on a cool mention of an emerging local institution.

NOFX immortalizes minnpunks dillinger four and the club down the street in "seeing double at the triple rock." i didn't know d4 was recording on (nofx bassist) fat mike's fat wreck chords, but the pairing makes perfect sense. both bands subscribe to the punk DIY ethic of independent record labels, squirrelly politically charged rants, and public nudity.

my son shares fat mike's birthday, his sensibility, and his vintage metal-flake danelectro DC bass, so i hear lots of nofx these days (they're not advocacting bestiality, dad, they're making fun of it). i must have played punk in drublic around the house when he was still in diapers, so i can only blame myself. i know less about minnesota punks d4, but like their big chunky sound. in 'tude, they remind me a little of madison's pummeling and pioneering killdozer, which came up with titles like intellectuals are the shoeshine boys of the ruling elite that rival d4's a floater left with pleasure in the executive washroom. the fact that they own at least a chunk of the triple rock on cedar avenue is just a bonus. i'm kind of ashamed i've never been inside the place, but will have to organize a happy hour at some point. i'm guessing it probably isn't the best place to take our new grad school recruits, but who knows?

without further ado, here's the song (downloadable for free at -- this is why i still love the punks) and selected lyrics:

It's 3 o'clock at the Triple Rock, another round of watching Paddy talk
It's where you wanna get snowed in when you get
Snowed in, outside it's 10 below, is it day or night, we don't care or know
What we know is that we don't wanna be
Anywhere but here, please don't make us leave
When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota

I'm seeing double at the Triple Rock, we're still here watching Paddy talk
Then undress, then get out the duct tape
The one question still remains, how much more art can we take?
I'll let you know when the medication wears off ...


At 7:27 PM, Blogger Mike W. said...

I had several friends who worked at the Triple Rock, and as best I can imagine, Beth still works in their kitchen (given that she hasn't been back to Cincinnati in quite some time). I've only been there once; my only trip to Minn. was spent lamenting your early evening cessation of liquor sales (10PM?) and causing trouble at Little Tijuana's.

I came to a brief conclusion in my time in Minneapolis: the punk culture there was vastly superior to anywhere I've been (in a sense of solidarity/collective identity); also, I would have spent every last dime of every last paycheck between Profane Existence record store, Arise Books, and Bob's Java Hut.

I suppose I'm not really commenting, but merely remniscing.

At 10:48 PM, Anonymous chris said...

glad you had a good time despite the blue laws, mike. i'm an outside observer now, but solidarity and brother/sisterhood were certainly the norm in the immediate pre- and post-huskers era. today i hear the same thing about rhymesayers collective and the local hip-hop community.

i didn't appreciate minnculture until i left -- and couldn't believe the cutthroat competitive scenes elsewhere. it sometimes levels aspirations, but it is nice to see old heads [usually] look after younger, more vulnerable participants.

At 7:35 AM, Blogger Mike W. said...

I'm not certain what the "huskers" era is/was. It evokes images of college football, and I somehow think that's not the correct image.

Funny you mention old heads, as I'd just been looking over Anderson's stuff this week, and very ineptly tried to defend a member of the "old guard" here in Cincinnati as similar to the idea of an "old head" (my friends claimed he was just interested in dating the "new guard").

At 9:45 AM, Blogger Woz said...

T-rock is definatelyt the local institution. Since it's within stumbling distance of home (only 200 paces...the kind of thing you count when drunk), it's become my home away from home. Contrary to what you think, it's the perfect place to take recruits, as it's somewhat-threatening-to-squares decor and clientele will weed out the ones we didn't want coming here anyway. And as a point of clarification, it's owned by lead singer/guitarist Erik Funk, which is such a quality name that it makes one wonder if he was really born Erik Funk, or if his birth name was something like Erik Derschowitz, and like so many before him, he tried to make it cooler when first entering the scene.

At 10:18 AM, Anonymous chris said...

mike, i meant these huskers.

woz, you can be in charge of organizing an end of year field trip for our li'l proseminar...

At 10:35 AM, Blogger Mike W. said...

Well, I feel like I've lost some punk rock cred (though I think that last mattered in 1997 to me).

I do know that Bob Mould is a *huge* pro wrestling fan, so we share that much in common.

At 11:53 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Killdozer! Haven't thought of them in years. They also penned what was perhaps the best line in 90s punk (as I remember it):

"Lupus took the life of Flannery O'Connor / She wrote many books before death came upon her"

At 12:03 PM, Anonymous chris said...

i stumbled on killdozer on madison's library mall, playing a proto-grindcore version of la grange. they were smart, funny, and true, with americana themes that bordered on alt-country. somebody immortalized them in "my boyfriend is in killdozer," but i haven't kept up since. just the name brings a smile, though.


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