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Dave Markey: There was just so much going on in Los Angeles' music underground in 1980 and '81. It was an incredibly dense time for underground music in Southern California. There were three to four shows worth going to a week, easy; often times conflicting great shows on the same night. It wasn't all just "Hardcore" either. Tons of subgenres coexisted because there simply wasn't anything to keep it from happening. Later on, everything became segregated, but there was a glorious period where all different kinds of bands--whether they be Middle Class, Suburban Lawns, Christian Death, Fear, Black Flag, Circle Jerks, The Blasters, Nervous Gender, Red Cross, 100 Flowers, The Gun Club, 45 Grave, Wall Of Voodoo or The Minutemen--would regularly share bills together. Besides the great music, there was just this amazing energy around all of it. On some nights, you’d be happy just to hang out at Oki Dogs or Errol Flynn's, an abandoned estate in the Hollywood Hills and a great place punks hung out into the wee hours of the morning. There was a happening after hours thing, too, with the Zero One. There were always house parties to go to as well. We took the bus! It was always an adventure, and sometimes just getting there was half the fun.
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There were a handful of Masque survivors at the time. A lot of the bands like Black Randy and the Metrosquad and The Deadbeats had broken up or changed names. Like The Dils became Rank & File or The Urinals became 100 Flowers. All the first bands I saw were Masque-era bands; X, The Dickies and The Go-Go's. When I first made it up into Hollywood as a 16-year-old, there seemed to be a transition going on that was made very dramatic with the death of Darby Crash. From that period on, the small, insular "Hollywood 40" crowd was witnessing an influx of kids my age on the scene. Us kids didn't have the same frame of reference. We weren't coming from glitter. We didn't go to art school. Some of us were coming from New Wave. I mean, me and the Schwartz siblings were way into Devo, The B-52's, The Specials, Talking Heads, etc. That's the music we were into right before we discovered the LA Underground. We were just kids! We were all the way out west in Santa Monica. We were separate from the hustle-and-bustle of the Greater LA Basin. It was like living the opening credits of Three's Company where we lived. We didn't drive. We didn't know a lot about music, but we knew something was on the horizon. I remember being really excited when I bought The Ramones End of the Century when it came out. But then we stumbled on to something a little harder at our local record shop's Punk section; The Decline Of Western Civilization Soundtrack , which was out like a year before the movie was. That lead to X's "Los Angeles" and Black Flag's brand new one at the time "Jealous Again." We also listened to Dead Kennedy's Fresh Fruit from Rotting Vegetables religiously, and the Germs G.I., DOA's Triumph Of the Ignoroids, & Something Better Change too. These records would be our transition into "Hardcore." And what a mind-blowing experience that was! Time seemed to stop when we listened to these records. We knew something heavy was going down.
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For the time being. For a while these records just kind of obliterated everything else. We put our Elvis Costello and XTC records aside for the interim. I mean, I eventually got back to all the music in my collection. But yeah, these records kicked off a whole new standard at the time. And so much stuff followed. In a larger sense, this would be the beginning of independent music.Was the SoCal early 80s Hardcore scene as violent as it’s said to have been?There was violence but it was mostly regulated to those who were looking for it. I mean, I never once got into a fight in all those years. But yeah, you'd see that kind of stuff going on from time to time. It was no worse than what I saw going on at a High School football game for the most part. When the gangs started coming in and the thugs were grouping up and beating people up, that was unpleasant to witness. But it helped to know these people who were involved in some of these gangs. It was kind of like that line in Beach Boy's I Get Around, “The bad guys know us and they leave us alone." But mostly it was blown out of proportion by the media, and made worse by Daryl Gates era L.A.P.D. No matter how tough any of the punk gangs were, the cops always had to one up the punks and show us who was boss. And they did.When you started WGP, were there any certain bands on the scene that you immediately wanted to talk to?
I was into photography and making films since I was a kid. I convinced Jordan to buy a camera and take a Photography class with me. Our friend Alan Gilbert also was into taking photos, and we started bringing out camera to gigs. We didn't really have much together for the first issue but just the sheer will to do something--anything. We had to document what was going down. By sheer chance we interviewed a new band called Circle One. Their singer, John Macias; his father just so happened to run a print shop. John hooked us up with his dad, who was way cool and hooked us up with the colored ink, glossy cover and quality paper.
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By the time things got crazy with him, I was long past hanging with the guy. It wasn't like we were real close or anything. I was closer with the guitarist of his band, Mike Vallejo. Mike too had nothing to do with the gang. It seemed at first John was focused on establishing his band. Then a couple years in, he was more about his gang, which he had quite a command over. They were into beating people up who didn't look like they belonged at the shows. If anyone had long hair or was too New Wave, forget it. That was disconcerting, and I wasn't into any of that. But I suppose the big revelation was seeing him in Another State of Mind leading a group of Hollywood homeless punks in a chorus of Christian hymns. They got into speed and Jesus. They squatted at The Wig Factory on La Brea. It was depressing.

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