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Henry Rollins: Halloween, 1986 - A Memorable Night

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Thu, Oct 31, 2013 at 4:00 AM

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In the late summer of 1986, the band I had been in for five years stopped playing. Suddenly, I was on my own. This new state of bandlessness was, at first, traumatic. When your group breaks up, a lot of broken parts hit the ground.

Like a lot of relationships going south, they don't just spontaneously deconstruct as much as they frantically wave lit road flares to notify you of the danger ahead. You can heed the warning or not.

Several weeks before impact, it became clear to me that the band was on its last legs. We were on tour and things were not going well. The new songs were not good. Many of the lyrics, written by the guitar player, scrawled on the back of fliers and handed to me for absorption, were embarrassing. I felt strange onstage with these unwieldy songs I had to deliver. The audience often was less than pleased with the new material and our refusal to play old songs.

That's putting it mildly. When their displeasure with the band, which had turned into four people who no longer communicated, had reached peak levels, the audience usually expressed themselves by attempting to wound, mutilate or otherwise bring grievous bodily harm to yours truly. It was an environment of the most profound and sustained negativity I have ever experienced. Nothing in my life, thankfully, has ever come close.

In no way am I trying to convey that I was just some 25-year-old caught in a maelstrom of fucked. I didn't do anything to make things better.

It is astounding how much misery you can carry and still function. The tour, delayed at its beginning by the death of D. Boon of the Minutemen, was -- as Hemingway would say -- bitched from the start. When the tour finally came to an end in Detroit, it was like being pulled from a huge cauldron of black paint to collapse and violently heave.

When the band was officially deactivated weeks later, it was, for me, the end of one war and the start of another. In his book Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Nietzsche proclaimed that the warrior uses peace as a means to new wars and favors the short peace over the long. As much as that sounds like a mantra for the GOP, I took it to mean I'd better hit the ground running, sooner than later.

I figured that the previous five years had been the journey leading me to this moment. The course was as clear as it was challenging. It was time to eclipse the past with the incandescence of what I would do next.

Looking up this time period of my life, I found this page, written on 09-01-86:

"Greg quit Black Flag on 8.27.86. I went up to New York to talk to the casting directors of Weeds. Hard to deal with people who didn't know who I was. I should get used to that. I met Nick Nolte, he seemed cool. I don't know how the movie thing works. I am supposed to talk to them further when I get back to L.A. next week. Saw a quote that really made me feel alright: 'One who desires to grow should be prepared to seem foolish.' I am getting used to the idea of not being in Black Flag. The band was great. I see now that it also acted like a security blanket. I thought it would never end. Now I see that all things pass. I'm not trying to sound heavy or anything but it's true. It all ends. The experience with the casting people really sobered me up. I don't want to ride on any reputation of any past. I want to make it on what I am doing now. This is a new start, a new reality. I will have to change a lot. If I don't, I will be the worse for it. What a trip. Those people didn't know me from a hole in the ground. Could be the best thing that ever happened to me. It's time to get to work. All energies must be put to moving in a forward direction. There can be no backsliding into depression. It's all cool if I can keep moving, working and growing. I will show myself what I can do. I am on my own now. I think I will be the better for it in the long run."

By 10-07-86, I was in Leeds, England, making my first solo album. Weeks later, I was back in Los Angeles.

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