There used to be a little independent TV station out of Orange County called KDOC. There was a daily or weekly (I can’t remember) music video show. I think it was called “Request Video”. It mostly played modern rock and so-called “Alternative” stuff and for the poor kids like me whose parents wouldn’t pony up for cable (and MTV) we’d get our videos where we could. Besides, this show had potential for some cool stuff . . . Red Hot Chili Peppers, Devo, Duran Duran . . . whatever.
One day I was watching the show and the host introduced the video for “Burning Inside” by Ministry. I was absolutely transfixed. I had never heard and seen anything like it. It blew my mind. This one video had everything awesome . . . fire, a spinning wheel of death, badass music that sounded like nothing else, a fence that seemed to protect the audience from the band just as much as it protected the band from the audience, people throwing themselves off the fence, a moshpit that seemed to absorb the entire venue, giant robot dinosaurs . . . . and a lead singer that looked absolutely insane.
How could I not fall in love? I immediately bought “In Case You Didn’t Feel Like Showing Up”, first the tape album, then the VHS video concert. I cannot count how many times I watched that video tape. It was something sacred to me. I was fully sold. It was another two years, I think, before I got my first chance to see the band live, which was another pivotal experience for me.
It was Summer 1992 on the Lollapalooza tour that I caught Ministry live for the first time. I had a lawn ticket and was getting restless waiting for the band and decided it would be a good idea to start a fire and was inciting others to join me. “Ministry’s gonna play! Let’s burn stuff!” People started joining in and everyone started throwing garbage and old shirts and stuff on the fire and it started turning into a respectable blaze. Then I felt a hard Vulcan pinch on my neck, followed by both arms being held by two security guards who proceeded to march me up the hill to leave the premise (and God only knows what else).
I couldn’t believe it. I’d been counting the days to this moment and I was about to miss it before it even started. This couldn’t be happening. I needed to do something. I walked agreeably with them and I guess they trusted that we’d get to where we were heading without incident. However, when I felt both of the guards grip had loosened I ducked and spun around, breaking free, and ran like Hell. I crouched low and started ducking and weaving through the crowd until finally diving into a tight pocket of people who all thought I was out of my mind. Just then the stage lights flashed and the whole place exploded to NWO.
The pit at Irvine Meadows (I think it is called Verizon Wireless now) is treacherous murder. It’s on a hill and you have to climb uphill for part of it and sometimes end up falling down the other side. Plus the grass soon gets torn up and it becomes a bit of a dirt slide. To make things more deadly, at the bottom of the hill is a six foot drop to the concrete below (a sidewalk at the top of the reserved seating area). There is a steel railing, though, so you might not fall to your death. You might just get mangled on the railing instead.
The show was immense. So loud. So violent. So everything that I ever wanted from a band. I hitched a ride home, laying flat in the back of a pickup truck (it’s illegal) and knew that my life would never be the same.
I’ve seen Ministry about 10 times since and it was ALWAYS an epic adventure. Other highlights include . . .
Partying on Al’s bus with Al and the band, and meeting my hero Mike Scaccia.
Getting to dress up as George Bush in Anaheim and open the show by taunting the crowd at the beginning of NoW, and getting beat up and (theatrically) butt-raped by Al on stage.
Going to Dublin, Ireland to meet up with a bunch of other fans to party and rock out for the final 2 shows.
Ministry was so much more than just a band or just music to me. It was a symbol of rebellion and freedom. A middle finger in the face of authority and conformity. Al was a fireball of creativity and mayhem.
And now he’s a joke. A goofy little puppet for his wife to play with to try and milk out every last cent possible. It makes me sad. A guy that was so caustic and fiercely independent and unpredictable has become a cartoon of a parody of a retard.
I get irritated when people tell me I take this stuff too seriously. It was just a band, they tell me. Well, to me it wasn’t. For about 20 years of my life Ministry has been a HUGE part of my life.
Musically, my “Best of” would be “In Case You Didn’t Feel Like Showing Up”. I love those songs and they just capture the live energy of the band so well. I don’t think someone who hasn’t experienced the band live can really appreciate the band completely.
Oh well . . . I’m still looking forward to “Fix” to rekindle the fires of nostalgia.