Funny you should mention that. GG Allin was born Jesus Christ Allin. His parents were religious fanatic hicks who lived in a log cabin away from the rest of society. They pretty much believed everything was “evil” and walked the streets of their township preaching that judgment day was nigh.
We’re talkin’ stereotypical horror movie religious nutjobs, if you catch my drift.
Not entirely correct. His father (Merle Sr.) was a complete nutcase and controlled the family. He named the boy Jesus Christ Allin. He moved the family out into the woods. He was a raging nutcase and a giant reclusive asshole. The rest of the family were kind of dragged along for the ride, prisoners, if you will.
GG’s mother divorced Merle Sr. when GG was about 6 or so. One of the first orders of business was to change his name legally from “Jesus Christ Allin” to “Kevin Michael Allin”.
GG’s mom was/is a sweet and wonderful lady. I have have never seen, heard, or read anything that ever suggested otherwise.
Most of this is pretty much GG 101, and well-known by anyone with a casual interest in the guy, but yeah, it’s also well-covered in Wikipedia (as it has been in any other GG synopsis or discussed in the documentaries).
I actually looked up Wiki myself for a quick check on how old GG was when they finally got away from Merle Sr. but most of us know the meat and potatoes of it.
In truth, I was always skeptical about GG’s claim that he was born “Jesus Christ Allin” until I eventually saw pics of his birth certificate a few years back. I was like, “Well, I’ll be damned. That crazy mofo really was named Jesus Christ.”
In case you ever find yourself in Hollywood, the Museum of Death has a whole GG Allin section. Lots of memorabilia and correspondence. I guess the guy who curates it was friends with GG.
Plus everybody should visit the Museum of Death at least once in their lives.
In case you ever find yourself in Hollywood, the Museum of Death has a whole GG Allin section. Lots of memorabilia and correspondence. I guess the guy who curates it was friends with GG.
Plus everybody should visit the Museum of Death at least once in their lives.
I went once almost 20 years ago when it was in san diego. Once was certainly enough. Creepy as fuck and very unsettling. It will haunt you. Everybody is gonna die, but how? Will you go out screaming? Hope not
In case you ever find yourself in Hollywood, the Museum of Death has a whole GG Allin section. Lots of memorabilia and correspondence. I guess the guy who curates it was friends with GG.
Plus everybody should visit the Museum of Death at least once in their lives.
I went once almost 20 years ago when it was in san diego. Once was certainly enough. Creepy as fuck and very unsettling. It will haunt you. Everybody is gonna die, but how? Will you go out screaming? Hope not[/reply]
Excluding suicide, how would you choose to go if given a choice?
[reply][reply]Since we have so many GG fans here. . .
In case you ever find yourself in Hollywood, the Museum of Death has a whole GG Allin section. Lots of memorabilia and correspondence. I guess the guy who curates it was friends with GG.
Plus everybody should visit the Museum of Death at least once in their lives.
I went once almost 20 years ago when it was in san diego. Once was certainly enough. Creepy as fuck and very unsettling. It will haunt you. Everybody is gonna die, but how? Will you go out screaming? Hope not[/reply]
Excluding suicide, how would you choose to go if given a choice?[/reply]
Like…Faces Of Death “haunt you” or Jeez that burrito I had for lunch is really playing havoc with my bowels “haunt you”??
Everybody is gonna die, but how? Will you go out screaming? Hope not
I always imagined it would be in a wheelchair in a nursing home with urine running down my leg and a stack of girlie magazines hidden under the mattress.
The worst thing I ever did (and still regret to this day) was showing footage of US politician Budd Dwyer blowing his brains out on live tv to a young girl in my art class.
She fainted.
And I fucken panicked thinking she’d had a heart attack and keeled over and died.
That was 90 seconds of sheer and absolute terror that I could very nicely have done without.
The worst thing I ever did (and still regret to this day) was showing footage of US politician Budd Dwyer blowing his brains out on live tv to a young girl in my art class.
She fainted.
And I fucken panicked thinking she’d had a heart attack and keeled over and died.
That was 90 seconds of sheer and absolute terror that I could very nicely have done without.
There’s probably a lesson in there somewhere.
A few years ago I showed my wife that video. We were talking about Filter and I told her “Hey man nice shot” was about this republican asshat that killed himself on live tv after his big news announcement broke in on afternoon cartoons only to have have his big announcement be him shooting himself in the head.
So, I looked it up on youtube and said “check it out” she thought our conversation had moved on only to see it was the guy shooting himself. She instantly started crying. Sad day. I had no idea she would be so sad over it. Lesson learned.
Like…Faces Of Death “haunt you” or Jeez that burrito I had for lunch is really playing havoc with my bowels “haunt you”??[/reply]
Way worse than faces of death haunt you.
[reply][reply]Since we have so many GG fans here. . .
In case you ever find yourself in Hollywood, the Museum of Death has a whole GG Allin section. Lots of memorabilia and correspondence. I guess the guy who curates it was friends with GG.
Plus everybody should visit the Museum of Death at least once in their lives.
I went once almost 20 years ago when it was in san diego. Once was certainly enough. Creepy as fuck and very unsettling. It will haunt you. Everybody is gonna die, but how? Will you go out screaming? Hope not[/reply]
Excluding suicide, how would you choose to go if given a choice?[/reply]
Some type where I’m not suffering or being a burden. Hopefully something quick.
I’d like to die doing something heroic . . . like saving a child from an oncoming train . . . . only to be nailed by it myself. Odds favor me dying in a far more douchey and retarded way . . . but if I can choose, I’d like my final moments to be valiant so I’m not just remembered as an asshole.
I’d like my final moments to be valiant so I’m not just remembered as an asshole.
Like Bruce Willis in The Last Boy Scout, “You must be the dumbest detective ever! You’re trying to save the life of the guy who ruined your career and avenge the death of the guy who fucked your wife!”
You look like you could rock a pixie cut.
Wait … 21? you look like 14 and a freshmen in High school.[/reply]
My face is too round for a pixie.
My mom rocked a pixie in her high school graduation photo, and she still can rock one today.
Ha! I was definitely 21 in that pic. It was taken in August 1994.
I started college three months after I turned 17.
