By King Khan
I first met Jay when he was 17 years old. He booked us a
gig at Barristers, the line up was The Spaceshits, Deadly Snakes and Reatards.
When we showed up in Memphis it looked like a ghost town. Skid Marks (drummer
of the spaceshits) has always been a magnet for scum bags and immediately
befriended a one armed man who had just come out of prison. They disappeared in
search for some weed.
When Jay showed up he told me that he had just gotten
engaged to be married. He also apologized about the lack of people at the show
in advance, the reason was simple... “everyone hates us in this town.” There
were 4 people in the audience that night, Greg Oblivian and the dudes from
Impala. But the show went on and it was great fun. Later that night everyone
went to Greg’s house to hang and listen to records and Carson Binks (Legend
of San Fran), Skid Marks and I decided to go for a Memphis adventure with
Jay.
We drove around crazy ghettos in search of drugs. All we
wanted was a little weed, none of us wanted any of the countless crack offers
not even Jay. We parked at a gas station for some cigarettes and when we were
getting back into the car i remember all these crack heads coming out of
nowhere asking me for a smoke. They were crawling towards us like true zombies
and even continued to follow the car in slow motion as we drove away. It really
felt like George A. Romero was somewhere around the corner. Jay spoke of these
crackheads with a sense of pride which was followed by pure hatred. He was
really into showing us the nitty gritty of his city.
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