(Kristen Tobiason and Cyndie Jaynes represent for the double-X demographic with thoughts on the retro-cool of the early-’80s San Diego underground.)
Kristen Tobiason: Were we just groupies? Girlfriends? Part of the woodwork? Sometimes. But our outfits were stunning.
I look back fondly on the creativity and design that went into our retro ensembles — the afternoons digging at Amvets and DAV’s downtown, the go-go boots with the seam up the front and the zipper in the back. … One time the Pandoras’ lead singer Paula Pierce complimented me on my boots, and it was like a magic wand of “cool” was waved over my head.
Our “look” was as important as the records we owned — each of us aspiring to be the next Edie Sedgwick or Marianne Faithful. Part of going to a show was strutting around in your newfound thrift-store or Life’s Little Pleasures score.
Cyndie Jaynes: The photo at left is a picture of Christmas ’85 at my grandparents’ house. What you can’t see is the fact that the paisley skirt is a mini, worn with black fishnets and black knee-high go-go boots. My grandparents loved it.
The clothes weren’t just costumes that we put on for shows — we wore cool clothes 24/7 as an integral part of our personalities at the time. Going to McDonalds? Why not wear the black mini, black tights and striped t-shirt? A night in? Be sure to put on the shoulder-length earrings and full eye makeup in case someone drops by.
I remember one time a bunch of us went to Balboa Park during the day (I have no idea why). While we seemed to fit the place perfectly at 1:30 in the morning, at 1:30 in the afternoon we all looked really out of our element among the tourists and sun-worshipping locals.
I stayed in LA for about a year, and I can’t count the amount of times we got stopped on the street for a tourist’s photo. There are pictures of me in many, many family photo albums all over the world. Comforting in a way …
Kristen, you captured the vibe perfectly. I always felt so unique and cool in my get ups. Although the above photo I was dressed very simple. My mom snapped that photo of me after school. She had divorced my father and moved from Hillcrest to Lakeside, uggg talk about culture shock. My sophmore year of highschool my class mates thought I was a foreign exchange student due to my style and the fact that I did not speak to any of them. I was already hanging with Chris and hooked on the scene! So school bored me. Memories, love ’em!
Thanks Lori! Yay. You made it to the blog.
You were quite the snappy dresser as I recall. A natural. I had zero fashion sense in high school. I wore a mish-mosh of eclectic styles that had no specific direction, like trench coats, bowling shoes and my boyfriend’s tshirts. I remember Wendy G. and Elena came over one evening to “make me over” before a show, with vintage 60’s clothes, make up -- brushing the residual 70’s feathers out of my hair. Those girls meant business. They were pros. And look at Zoe. She was hotstuff with that car: (make sound of touching hot iron here…psss HOT)
Rule: never go thrift shopping with other girls. They might snatch up all the good stuff first. We were SO competitive. Being boy crazy I didn’t learn how to have solid friendships until later in life. Nice thing about getting older. And I’m back to wearing eclectic styles that have no direction. Be true to thyself.
Tom Ward just watched me smear bright yellow curry across the front of my blue shirt as we sat down to lunch today — proof positive that I’m the same slob I was in 1983 (although it probably woulda been a Sheldon’s thick ‘n’ creamy back then)! 🙂
No slight whatsoever to Jerry Cornelius or the other formidable avatars of masculine style, but the female contingent was just an endlessly hypnotic combination of clothes and, well, girl. A very potent formula indeed.
I remember being the hero for some of the afore mentioned girls when I found a cache of vinyl maryjanes in really small sizes in a box at the North Park surplus store. Maia Guest and Mary Meacham.
I’d go thrift storing with the girls, ’cause they’d find stuff for me too…but never with the guys! ha!
The Wallflowers dressed like bums. Weird bums. Maximum respect to all the ladies for dressing up. There’s really no reason for a bunch of young men to form groups and play shows if there aren’t a bunch of young ladies dressed up and dancing at the shows.
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>> Paul said: The Wallflowers dressed like bums. Weird bums.
Paul, I remember you used to put soap in your hair to get that messy bedhead look. This is years before “product” was invented. There was only aqua net and dippity doo. I mean look at my hair in that picture! My bangs are huge. Like a frickin shelf! How I do love that ultra moisturizing anti frizz stuff they got now.
Paul also used to hang things from the zippers on his red plaid jacket -kitchen utensils, plastic animals….:) I laugh out loud whenever I think of it. The Wallflowers were fun.
Hey Paul, A few weeks back I met one of the original members of Crash Worship at a party in Encinitas. He said that he liked to go to the Tell-Tale Hearts shows in the 80’s because of the cute girls dressed up and dancing (it was a pull for many people I’m sure).
Two follow-up questions from the press gallery:
1. Kristen still recalls the power of Paula Pierce’s benediction of her boots. Who were the queen bees of the fashion scene? We’ve heard a lot about Ron Silva as pioneer and arbiter of ’60s aesthetics in ’80s SD — was there a female equivalent at the point of the fashion arrow?
2. Who did y’alls HAIR? That doesn’t just happen! Who were the stylists to know at the time? (Me, I just scissored away at my Jewfro — the parts I could see in the mirror, at least — until some friends asked me rather delicately if I was trying to grow a Mohawk!)
Eric, do you know the name of the Crash Worshipper you met? Some more Crash Worship connections: Trudy Truelove, an early Crash Worshipper, had been the nerdy 12 year old little sister of a guy named Dave that i was friendly with in high school (Can’t remember their truelife last name--anyone know?). Trudy and I became close friends with indeterminate privileges. My ex-wife Suzanne was the ex-girlfriend of Simon. I also lived in the mid nineties for two years in the 19th Century 1st Baptist Church at 9th & E, where the crash was being worshipped on the first floor. And I currently work with Bryan Nichols, former Crash Worship band manager and pyrotechnician. Crash Worship was more performance art than rock band, and they went further than any other SD band before, in that their frantic female fan-base wore little more than body paint and chicken blood.
RE: my previous post, that would be Simon Cheffins, one of Crash Worship tribal thumpers.
Hey David, I think his name was Jason. It was at Chris Moore’s house and I had a little to dwinck. Does Jason ring a bell?
I have long felt that Noise 292 was three years too early to catch the wave of tribal thumpiness. Thinking of aggressive female scantitude, our drummer Joanne’s on-stage ensemble of see-through mesh top and zippered bondage mask was pretty edgy in SD 1983 …
>> Matthew says: was there a female equivalent at the point of the fashion arrow?
1.Audrey. Claudia Brandes and she had a friend, Kristin? Christine or ? They were great dancers as well.
Dave: Doesn’t Trudie own a nightclub in LA? My friend Sean McDaniels is still in contact with her and also Elaine Winard who lives in London. I went to highschool with Elaine and remember her and Trudy working at Sasha’s of London in the mall.
ha. I dated a crash worship member for around five years. but that’s another topic.
Eric: Jason Lane?
RE: Crash Worship connections. I played bass in WormDrive in the late 80’s with Ryk Groetchen on guitar/vocals and Simon Cheffins on drums. Ryk was in Three Guys Called Jesus and I think Simon played in Blood Lake. They were both in Crash Worship at the time. I tagged along on an early tour CW did and it was pure hedonism at every show. I met-up with many old punks in that scene that I have seen mentioned in the Che Blog: Bobby Lane, Pam Palmer, Margarat Nee. Mrat took some great photos of our band. I just read that her father died. He was a Professor and Conductor at UCSD for many years, and helped expand their experimental music department.
Awww, Tom Nee died?? I’m very sorry to hear that — he was a good, talented guy. I must drop Margarat a note.
(BTW: Go-go boots to Crash Worship in 17 posts is pretty impressive! The synapses are firing every which-way.) 🙂
Dave Klowden:”Trudy Truelove, an early Crash Worshipper, had been the nerdy 12 year old little sister of a guy named Dave that i was friendly with in high school (Can’t remember their truelife last name–anyone know?).”-their family name was Adams,Dave,and Trudy’s name was originally Michele,which she didn’t care for very much,but I kind of liked regardless.Shades of Carlo Rossi-ville.I cant seem to find her or Sean McDaniels,which is probably largely my fault for not keeping closer contact.Kristen,if you can help me out in that regard,it would be wonderful to talk to them.Eric,it was Jason Lane,I’m sure of it.
Jason Lane worked at the Encinitas Pannikin with many of us … While traveling through Europe in summer ’86, Paul Kaufman, 3 Guys drummer Robert Labbe and I happened (by total freak chance) to end up in the room next door to Jason in a West Berlin pension. (Remember West Berlin?) We ended up spending a couple of days kicking around town — that was one of those fun events that stagger you when you try to calculate the odds.
OK, so somebody still has to tell me who the definitive hairdressers were — amateur or pro — for the retro-chic clique! WWAD (What Would Audrey Do?)
I remember frying all night in presidio park, and then ending up on 5th in Hillcrest when the sun came up. I was wearing striped pants and electric blue beatle boots, but, you know I wasn’t a girl, I just contained all opulence.
All the girls I knew did their own hair. So did Jerry…but he’d sometimes make a drawing and bring it to the supercuts and have some very amazed clipper-wielding jane fresh from beauty school do his.
I always wondered what tales those girls must have told their friends after work…there was this guy in a plaid jacket and really tight pants who had a drawing of his hair…
I’ll never forget the guys from Clown Alley (SF 1985) who got to a Dwarves show and there were Karen Shelver and Chris Roth doing the SD GoGo gal thang up front…these very cynical musicians (basically humorless) got HUGE grins and said “now THOSE are fans!”
They were in awe. Rightly so.
Kristen Marten, Laurie, and our own Ms Maddocks were the sharpest gals as far as I was concerned…none of them could dance but Kristen (sorry girls). I do remember always being rather disappointed with the lack of dancing skills with the girls. They all did the same steps over and over. Audrey gave it more gusto than anyone if I remember.
I have a friend Annie in SC who can do the mashed potato….
Kenneth Laddish’s ex wife Kyle was the only Mod chick I ever met who could really bust a move on the dance floor…and her boyfriend didn’t mind if you danced with his date…we all got to be good friends ’cause of meeting that way. That was at a Deadbeats show (my only band gig) at Mabuhay Gardens.
Dancing away now…
Pat
Nobody could do the mashed potato like Charlene could! And she liked giving demonstrations.
I was really intimidated by those dancing girls but now thinking back on it, that go-go sequence is kind of boring. And tiring to keep doing all night long. Seriously. I often got cramps in my side. Too hard to drink and smoke and dance at the same time.
I am a horrible dancer -- I make Nathan Johnson (ref. The Jerk) look like James Brown! “God loves a working man. Don’t trust whitey.”
I dance like you’d expect a scandinavian white girl to -- polka anyone? My kid sister Susan….she got all the moves in the family. Now a professional hiphop flygirl and ballet dancer in San Francisco.
I remember Jerry and his Supercuts do’s! I did my own, down to the jet black/blue hair dye and spit curls that I would cut in the bathroom mirror. Sometimes Jill Ruzich would help me with the back if I couldn’t reach.
Speaking of hairdo’s -- the ultimate do was our own Patrick Works’ monk-cut circa 1984. He always said that he couldn’t wait to be a cranky old man sitting on the stoop and waving his cane at all the kids that rode by on their skateboards, so he shaved a bald spot in the back of his head. I’m so using that in a novel someday.
I’ll post on this thread a little more when I can access my photos.
Man there were a lot of beautiful, fashionable girls associated with the various scenes connected to the topic of ” punk rock”. Unfortunately for me my adolescent ineptitude and my whole “Search and destroy” attitude precluded any further contact aside from admiring them at a distance. I was a real pain in the ass- my own worst enemy. After a beer bong or two I was usually in the boys club for the rest of the night. Live and learn.
That being said, my ex-wife and childhood sweetheart (who was a punk from Cardiff and by far the most beautiful girl who ever put up with me) was absolutely stylish in a sixties sense (accented with an eighties sensibility) and managed to never fall prey too badly for the whole fashion scene- she usually shunned it and fled for the far side of the room- (perhaps more on that later.) I wish I could access the photos- maybe tomorrow. She nailed the blend between the one culture and the next absolutely to a tee.
Matt -- Crazy,… I was at the Oktoberfest in Munich in ’86.
Ted -- Are you okay, dawg?
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You have presented (all considered) the Che Underground’s BEST POST EVER!
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Toby: Patrick’s right, you know. Time to raise the white flag — damn!
That photo is transcendent, too.
P.S. Patrick’s vignette of Jerry at Supercuts with the hair portrait is pretty amazing, though. I’d say it’s still a horse race.
Hey Pat,
My name is spelled LORI. I agree with Kristen, I really didn’t know how to dance except for the go-go two step, and as the evening went on it got less energetic. I was more into grooving and feeling the tunes than being a good dancer! Watching was fun too. If I recall you could cut the proverbial rug quite well, a little jerky but very unique.
I’m going dancing tonight Bardot a go-go (in celebration of Bastille day!) oh ya, I basically just bop my head around these days…
Be well my modly pals,
LS
(in response to Msrs M’berg and Works:)
Aw geez- flattery will get you everywhere! 🙂
Great topic--I´ll share all yalls kind words with my sister Claudia. In the early days, 1981-1982, the undisputed queen was Missy Showalter, who was ruthless in her attention to detail. Some of the “sixties” stuff some of the girls wore looked a little too much like Mrs. Brady, or the 5th dimension. Like plasic shower curtains. I always liked the girls who were a little more punk or a little more eccentric in their tastes, like Alena (in the earlier days) and Denise, who I thought was really cool. Wendy Pyro, too was real cool.
I have a retroactive crush on your ex, Toby — stylin’, super-smart beauty who can fix cars! — but I don’t remember her from San Dieguito. Sheesh!
I spent my San Dieguito prom night watching “The Kids Are Alright,” then drinking beer on the beach.
I realize I’m deviating from the topic of retro fashion, but since that subject seems to have run it’s course for the time being I’ll volunteer another of my all time favorite S.D. Punk girls- Chrissie Catastrophe (I’m at a loss for Chrissie’s last name- someone mentioned it before, I think.)
Myself and Chrissie backstage at Kings Road, 1982ish.
Oi vey! I just noticed for the first time the Dead or Alive hand stamp.
Photo credit: Alan Clark.
What’s “LDP”? (I think my pants leg says “CONFLICT”.)
Hey Lori…sorry to spell your name wrong. Drop me an email and I’ll share an offline thread from an old friend of ours…
pat
Hey Toby, wasn’t Crissie’s last name Marine?
I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you aren’t yanking my chain.
Terry Marine was Terry Marine because at one time he was in the military, yeah? Chrissie was for a good chunk of time his counterpart and significant other. I imagine someone like Harold Gee might know Terry and Chrissie’s real last names. (I recall someone telling me Chrissie’s last name was something totally mainstream America like Smith or Davis. Though Chrissie Smith would be so close to the Nutron’s Chris Smith that I think I would have remembered it.)
The story I recall about Terry Marine is that he joined the Marines because the Navy (or Army, I forget) recruiting office next door was closed. Otherwise, we might be reminiscing about Terry Naval (which sounds like a mixed drink)!
BTW, I never got a chance to mention how badass Toby’s spit-curl is in the above photo. No wonder girls were collapsing in his lap!
That’s just a grown out mohawk and I had little luck with the girls back then- Chrissie just enjoyed pushing my limits and making me blush. I’m sitting there not knowing what to do with this beautiful girl in my lap, and wondering if Terry is coming through the door any second.
Man- what a beautiful girl.
The chicks in the metal scene were much hotter and dimwitted. I like my women a bit on the trashy side though.
Sorry about that last post, all the girls that were supporting the boys in the bands, or jamming in their own groups, were beautiful, and still continue to be.
Nicely done.
You said it Cyndie, Nicely Done!
OOOOoooh….I’ve been waay from the blog far toooooo long!
How could I possibly be on the tail-end of a discussion on fashion, hair-do’s and go go dancing?
Where to begin?
1) Hair-do’s….In the begining, I used to cut and dye my own hair-like so many other youngsters who went to punk & mod shows. I remember how horrified my grandparents were the first time I died my hair blue-black I looked like a China doll or a old English ragga-muffin when I spiked it out.
In the mid 80’s I had my hair done at Avanti in PB…along with a strong contingent of other scenesters….Sarah Spry, Cathy Bozzo, Anne & Sara Koppels, Greg Kopels, and Todd Tomorrow were all “regulars”, but tons of cool kids came and went. I have a slough of super cool photos somewhere that I should dig up and share with everybody. We used to hair model for Vicki Lavanti and her crew at the big hair shows in SD, LA and LONG BEACH…sometimes we’d wear the newro-punk fashions of TODD Tomorrow, sometimes more retro styles or 80’s “high fashion”. It was super fun to hang out with all the kids at the salon getting our hair & make-up done, filming videos, having photo shootsmand walking the cat walk to 80’s new wave.
I even had the chance to be in some ads promoting the salon-a couple were even in the 91x Magazine and !
2)Dancing….it was all about the dancing! No matter what music was playing, you’d find me on the dance floor. My earliest dance idol was “Dean Dean The Dancing Machine”, Dean Curtis. I had a huge crush on Dean and Louis Mello, from a very young age. Even before the Headquarters was in fashion-from the days of shows at Distillery East (1981?) I remember meeting Dean, Louis, Steve (RIP), Steve Kirkham, Russell Stevens (who later married my sister Vicki, with whom he had 5 (yes, five) children) and having a blast dancing with them. In later years, it was Jerry who left the greatest impression… although I have to admit that Audrey, Claudia, Wendy G, Teri Friedman and Kirsten Tobiason all intimidated me to no end; with their petite figures and their perfect attention to detail, from fashion to footwork…they exuded cool! I was always more at ease hanging with the girls who colored a little out of the box…Cathy Bozzo, Michelle Krone, Kristina Harrell, Cyndy J, Lori, Anni Sajdera, Carina Burns, Beth quade, Tanya Hellingson…the Sarahs, Kathy from LaJolla…ya know-the oddballs!
3) Fashion….Everybody in the scene had a unique sense of style…no one person ruled over another…there were 31 delicious flavors of “alternative”, and I liked them all!
BTW-A girl could be impeccably dressed, but it didn’t mean she was a bore in the bedroom…some of the girls and boys (women and men) who appeared more “proper” in attire were, in fact , the wildest at heart! Take James & Kristina Harrel, for example! (love you, Kristina!)
PS PAT WORKS, YOU HURT MY FEELINGS….now I won’t die believing I was a dancing queen.
Kristi M:
I thought you were a dancing queen! I remember “trying” and just giving up, putting my hands on my hips and watching you boogie. Oh, I just can’t do that! I swear I spent most of my time being a wallflower, chain smoking.
You had great style and not like some copy-cat rendition of a Chrissie Shrimpton picture, you mixed it up. I loved that you’d wear totally demolished, f-d up tights with a 60’s mini skirt. You had a punk edge. AND you were in a band. I kowtow.
Kristen…
Great to hear from you, girl… We used to hang out a fair amount in the Morlocks days, and at my apartment on Madison Avenue…You were always impecably dressed, very chic! I am flattered that you remember my raunchy old tights with my psychedelic outfits…The truth was, I could not afford to buy tights as often as I tore them up. I was always destroying themaccidentally, while putting them on, dancing, or working my long shifts at The Pannikin in La Jolla….I used to buy my $1 tights, as well as cheap green recording tapes (Dave Flemminger remembers those), at that discount mega-store located
near the Sports Arena…where Rosecrans meets the 8…I think it used top be called Pac n’ Save-now it is some other chain. I used to spend hours digging through their tights section, trying to find lace or colorful opaque tights to blend with my groovy get-ups. And those horrible green tapes-I wish I had invested a tad bit more of my tip money on better recording tapes-we would have had so many more audible recordings of Everbody Violet shows & rehearsalsif I only had the forsight!…
Anyway, back to you Kristen…Remember how we used to play with the Ouji board? And we ued to draw, imagining what Godesses we were is passed lives. We were really into the whole Spiritualist meets the Illuminati thing-along with Teri Friedman, Anni & Carina. Michelle and Kristina H. would just get silly and laugh at us….I have a beautiful illustration you drew-it is a portrait of me as Cleopatra, done in full color! It is a beautiful drawing-you were (are) truly gifted at that…
Throw me a line on Myspace, let’s reconnect!
I hope all is well in your world…Are you still a gorgeous artist?
You know, she probably remembers who made the chassis but I don’t. I probably skipped the history of that hearse: before we got it it was owned by some antique collectors who travelled the highways of America buying stuff. Before that it was owned by a circus, and when we bought it it still said “Tio’s Taxi” on the sides, as it was the mode of transportation for the circus’ Tiger, Tio. No shit- straight out of a Fellini picture.
Hear, hear regarding shopping--the effort that went into it. For example, it’s not easy to fathom now, but at the time one really couldn’t find anything new that was in black (even ignoring the cut of the garment). For boys OR girls, as I recall.
I’m sure many women (and men) can relate their experiments with fabric dye--as well as hair dye.
The girls especially dug very deep and came up with some very original combinations. Some really did go through distinct changes in personal style--kind-of a Bowie-like progression--that (I must maintain) would have been worthy of some kind of systematic documentation--remember the film series that began with “Seven-up”? I would love to see a big, chronological photo gallery.
The girls of our scene were style icons in their own right--can I say?--all of them. And without looking “store-bought.”
The Bohemian thing at a high level is very entertaining.
At the same time, you could always just go with a jean jacket, and be okay!
Yeah, Tom that would be very cool a systematic documentation .
It was a dig NOT to mention having to peg pants, which I recall doing by hand. You have to admit that was part of the whole thing.
well i remember all of that fashion crap. I though Aelan Tuscher And Jody Davis took the cake. I could never measure up. I had no budget and drugs were far the more important. I just used to put all of my levis at the tailor to peg the legs and dye the t-shirts to look like Brian Brehm John Nole Monte Hurley or my bro Brian Smith. I know I had My own fashion cuz I used to cut my own hair and dress like the boys. I got laid a lot.
I think I just fell in love.
Adriana!!!!
My sister and I were just talking about you!!! I have been trying to find Lisa Mullbacker (spelling) do you remember her? She was a good friend of Margretts (Brian GF). Are you on FB or Myspace??? Your right my sister totally took the cake in the fashion department and I think she still does.
Does anyone remeber my plastic dressess with side holes cut out in them with my go go boots? My mom made me the best outfits.
shawna and jody had mad style. and tamara with her old granny shoes and kick ass hair. none of us were groupies. and i was never a girlfriend. i was a girl who was a friend. i liked it like that. got laid a fair amount and had a good time being the little sister to a few of the bad asses around. tiny and mark, while hating each other, loved me. so i was covered if anything bad went down. john nowell, too. those men protected me.
style? i had a little. not as much 60’s out, as more a combo of all the styles from the 20’s to the 80’s. the hair thing was a tragedy though, being a curly head. i longed for straight hair. longed for it. now? i rock it. product is king. and the clothes today are a far cry from what i did before, but there will never cease to be a punk edge to my way. it’s in the blood.
ryk was in worm drive and crash worship. he now writes songs for our son and works with kids in berkeley. he is remarried and has another kid. still a strange ranger. yep.
my fashion idols back then were monica sullivan and kristi maddox. and guy wise i always loved pat works, kevin lyons and kevin ring and of course jerry. of course.
I wounder how long it took get to get ready?
>>I wounder how long it took get to get ready?
Twenty-six years, in my case.
you, me, jody and tamara crammed into the little bathroom it took us a few hours to get really ready. but that involved trips to the front for smokes and to the kitchen for food and to talk to your mom. and on days when we went to that surplus shop with the cool dresses and boxes and boxes of pointy toes shoes it would take us longer. i miss red barn. that place was awesome. does anyone remember how come the closed it? is there any truth to the old rumor that they found a body in the piles?
Mara, Shawna,Cricket (Jody) and everyone else who has dropped by lately--send Matt your myspace or facebook pages for the blog roll on the right hand side of the page. You’ll suddenly get in contact with what seems like a million old friends.
Mara,
The Red Barn burned down, I think in the mid to late eighties. I never heard the rumor about the body, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the owner had something to do with the fire. That place would have collapsed under the weight of the upstairs bins sooner or later.
Oh yeah--the place in North Park was called Bargain Center. It’s still there, but now the owner’s son follows you around suspecting you of shoplifting instead of the father.
Ray,
How do I send my myspace and FB to Matt? I’ll tell my sister, were addidicted to this blog.
Ray,
just curious did I know Matt? doesn’t sound familar?
>>just curious did I know Matt? doesn’t sound familar?
Shawna: That’d be me. (I dated a couple of the Crawdaddys and sat in on bassoon with I Spy a few times.) 🙂
Send your info to cheunderground@gmail.com, and I’ll get you on the blogroll!
whoa… burned down? damn. but yeah, that place was a firetrap. and bargain center. we were there waaaaay too much. and once we bought out the killer shoes and picked over the vintage dresses we started buying clothes for all of you! haha. i even remember the buzzer at the door and the smell of the military surplus boots. odd how the memory serves.
Terry Marine was Terry Snyder. Is Shauna Sega Center Shauna? Is Ava Owens Anna’s and Meagan’s sister? Where is Annette Kearns?
Look what I found!
Trudy Truelove, an early Crash Worshipper:
The one and only:
Hey, Kristen, there is no such thing as “just a girlfriend.”
I never considered myself a groupie or “just” anything. I was a fan or a friend. I listened to them and applauded because it was fun and that’s what friends do. I loved them for the same reasons they loved each other.
I remember watching “Dick Van Dyke Show” and “Gidget, and those would be my inspirations for thrifting for the day. I remember trips to bargain center and TJ to buy shoes and earrings. Both David Anderson and I could sew, so we could peg our own pants. I remember finding this op art raincoat that was in terrible condition, and Dave and I salvaged enough to make me a skirt. We were also notorious for having ‘Matching’ outfits. I paid a lot of attention to detail-I think it took me about 2 hours to get ready. The Edie Sedgewick eyemakeup, false eyelashes, pale lipstick. I never cut my hair too short until later on. I always had a bob in various lengths with heavy bangs, and I would take an old hairstyle book from the 60’s to the hairdresser. I know they wanted to give me something ‘modern’, but I was firm and made her (or him) stick to the book.
I saved a lot of my clothes but have lost a lot of shoes, my go-go boots (and I had a lot of great pairs), and some of my really cool pointy mary janes. I still have a lot of my clothes from that time. Ironically, I became a costume designer and a costume historian.
I gave some of my dresses to a good friend and esthetician, Sarah Davis, and some of the ones that were name brand (courreges, I Magnin) I have in safe keeping. Other dresses that I adored I have passed on to my nieces, who are tall and lean -the sort of build that was made for the 60’s, that I, unfortunately did not posses. I was thin, but hourglass shaped. I tried to wear things that did not show off my bust too much.
For some time I made clothes with vintage patterns, and I still wear a lot of vintage clothes from the 40’s to the late 50’s. I buy and sell on ebay a lot and I have come across some 60’s clothes that still make me drool! Ebay makes it so easy to find what you want! But, I still miss the days of going thrifting and after going through rack after rack of clothes finding one or two, or if it’s a good day several prizes. It seems nowadays there is little to be found.
I always found great stuff at Thrift Village in Linda Vista (gone) Larue’s in Hillcrest (was where the Hillcrest Theatres now stand) and the big Amvets on market. David and were both clotheshorses so we did a lot of shopping. Also, hitting the swapmeet super early in the morning could cull some pretty groovy stuff. I still do that now and again, and have come home with some prizes.
Yeah…red barn was a scary place. I remember that rumor about the body. I never set foot in that place after that.
Wow, Jason Lane and Heather were my neighbors on 5th Street in Encinitas. Crash Worship -- goodness. Ryk Groetchen a brief boyfriend, then Tom St. Thomas or White not sure where he is now. Margaret is that you?? From Pannikin?
I should mention again that Toby Gibson has the coolest wedding photos. I want to travel back in time and grab a pew.