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Joe: The punk rock Hard Core Logo means direct action, means question authority, means anarchy, you don't like the world you're living in and you don't like the answers you're getting, it's like fuck you. And that's exactly what we were all about. Fuck you. Anything else, Bruce? That we need to cover? Finished?
Bruce: What do you mean by 'hard core'?
Joe: Move or fucking die.
John: (voiceover) Why the hell are two grown men still calling themselves Joe Dick and Billy Tallent? When they gave themselves those names they were 16... 17. The question is, when do they stop using them? Forty? Fifty? Sixty? You wonder if they remember their real names. Joe Mulgrew. Bill Boisy. Then there's Pipe... can't even remember his real name. I used to want a punk handle too... just couldn't find one that fit. It was always John. John. John Oxenberger. John. John. John, the bass player. John from Hard Core Logo. Maybe I never had a real self to throw away like those guys.
Joe: You people, you're the fuckin' coolest. You see, I was just lying there 'cause I just saw you cut your pony tails, you stupid fucking cunts -- that wasn't very nice -- because you think there's a fucking punk rock revival going on. You don't know shit from good chocolate, babies.
Joe: [Billy time travels, an inside game between Joe and Billy.] Where did Billy go? Where's Billy? Billy's gone, uh oh, where's Billy? Bill-- man you scare the shit out of me when you time travel like that. Oh... good to see you back, you scared me. [Joe time travels and Billy gets up to leave.] I'm right here! You don't even care when I'm gone. When you're gone I look for you, I make an effort. I'm gone and you're all 'oh, he's gone'. That's not buddies, that's not a fun game. You're still a cunt-rary motherfucker.
Billy: After a certain age it's hard to... make friends. And I've known Joe since I was thirteen and I.. I-I love him more than anybody I've met since.
Pipefitter: Well, it was like we were playing New York city, right. It's our last night, last gig, playing in New York.
John: Joe always had a thing for the grand gesture.
Pipefitter: President of Sire Records is sitting there, right in front of the stage, we're halfway through Something's Gonna Die and Joe jumps up on the table... drops his fucking pants...
Joe: It's personal. You had to be there.
Pipefitter: And then pisses into Seymour Stein's gin and tonic. And then yells into the mic 'Hey, see if you can sell that, you corporate weasel'. I mean talk about game over, you know what I mean?
Billy: He'd just fuck it up because he didn't want that next level. He didn't want to step up.
Joe: There's two ways to look at it. Billy wants the models and limousines and I'm happy with hookers and taxicabs.
Billy: Addiction, um, is a gamble and the gamble is that you're losing most of the time and losing is the place you're most happy and for Joe that's...
Joe: So what, are you playing us off against each other? So that would make you kind of cunt then, wouldn't it?
Tiffany: Joe Dick, you once said that the music industry was the stupidest, sleaziest, most boring business in the entire world. Still feel that way?
Joe: Yes, I do. The music industry, not the music. Rock 'n' Roll's a fucking sales tool, it sells beer, swimming pools and movie stars.
Tiffany: ...So, I read an article where Ed Festus calls you [Billy] one of the top five thrash guitarists of all time.
Joe: Ed Festus has Bill Tallent in his hip pock-et.
Tiffany: Does that bug you?
Joe: Mm, mmhm, in fact I hate it. Can you change the subject please?
Tiffany: Ed Festus said you two fought like some tanked up white trash married couple in a trailer park.
Joe: Well, some of that's true. But that's what makes our music and our art great.
Billy: I suffer for his art.
Joe: That's what keeps you honest.
Tiffany: So, Mr. Dick. Does Hard Core Logo have a future?
Joe: Mmhmm, yes it does, Tiffany. Could you do me just one favour?
Tiffany: Sure.
Joe: Can you fuck off?
[Tiffany leaves.]
Billy: You're good with people.
Joe: Fantastic. Chicks dig it. You love it.
Book - by Michael Turner
Joe's Old Wounds
I have ninety percent hearing
in my right ear,
ten percent in my left.
I have two vocal nodes
that are inoperable.
People are always telling me
that I'm too loud, that I shout.
Half the time I can't even hear
what the hell I'm saying.
It's a conundrum, really.
The more your hearing goes,
the louder you become.
And the louder you become,
the more strain you put
on the vocal.
If the strain goes untrained
you get nodes on your throat.
Overgrown nodes cause complete
loss of voice.
Joe Puts it Into Perspective
Getting people together
for a rock band
and an attitude
is like living in a co-op.
But trying to get a booking
is like sales
for small commission.
While loading up the van
makes me feel
like I'm in shipping,
it's driving to some tavern
that makes me feel
like I'm a trucker.
Setting up on stage
makes me feel
like I'm a millwright,
or a puppet
who is tangled
for a moment
during sound-check.
And lately, like a goldfish
when the stage lights
hide the public,
I work my strings
and notice
how this job's
like all the rest.
Joe, Eyes Glazed by Narcotics,
Dedicates the First Song
This song is defecated to all
the drug addicts and pedophiles
who dominate the music business.
New Graffiti in the O-Zone Men's Room
Joe Dick
is
a facist
a coke addict
and a bad driver
Graphic Novel
Introduction - Michael Timmins
Who was Joe Dick? Was he a punk?
First off, I guess you'd have to figure out what punk is.
Punk is: Buddy Bolden high-stepping through the French quarter, blowing maniacally; Robert Johnson returning from the crossroads; Hank Williams with his voice and pen spilling tears and blood; Charlie Parker cutting all comers on 58th Street; Elvis Presley launching into "That's All Right"; John Lennon shredding his vocal cords on "Twist and Shout"; Ornette Coleman weaving his plastic alto through smaller and smaller concentric circles; and Patti Smith firing her opening salvo with the line "Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine."
Punk is standing up and declaring, "Fuck this and Fuck that ... I'll do it my way."
It is taking on convention and
deliberately
forcefully
and most importantly
gleefully
tearing convention down.
It is action and commitment.
It is not hair colour, clothing, accents, age, record sales,
recording contracts, press clippings, poses, T-shirts, badges,
body fluids, videos, or tattoos.
It is energy.
An energy complex and mysterious enough to destroy and create at the same time.
Not possible to harness.
Not possible to bottle.
Not possible to recreate once dissipated.
Of the eight punks listed earlier six died
prematurely.
An energy that burns too hot to be contained by mere skin.
It is a form of expression that hits you
so hard and
so deep and
so meaningfully it
grabs you by the stomach
picks you upout of your chair
drags you across the floor
and knocks you so silly that by the time it's through with you
you are seeing the world
your life
in a completely new light.
So, who was Joe Dick? Was Joe a punk? Did Hard Core Logo play
punk music? Maybe. I don't know.
Did they attract, night after night, some 18-year-old kid who
sat stage-side in front of the PA stack, ears bleeding, skin
bursting with absorbed energy, his life twisted and turned
inside out until all become clear, until he knew what he had
to do for the rest of his life?
If they did that then I know. If they did that, Joe was a punk.
So, who was Joe Dick? Was he a punk? A person who by force of
expression touched and changed the lives of
one
two
ten
one hundred
one thousand or more people.
A person who burned with such a passionate intensity that it
finally consumed everything in him worth consuming. A person who gave it all away because he had no choice. Or was he just another asshole with a melon-sized ego, ripening in the spotlight, pointing fingers, bellowing,
"LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!"
I don't know. You figure it out.
Discography
Son of a Bitch to the Core (EP) - 1978
1. Son of a Bitch to the Core
2. Sally is a Popular Girl
3. Mobile Electric Chair
4. Fuck Off America
5. Honky Night in America
Hard Knock High - 1980
1. Company Town
2. Underwearwolf
3. Ten Buck Fuck
4. Lake Ontario Smells like Shit
5. Bootlegger Song
6. She Said Kiss Me Where it Stinks (So I Drove Her to Squamish)
7. Bitch Slap
8. Hard Knock High
9. Welfare Case
10. Eat the Rich
U.S. Out of North America (EP) - 1981
1. Who the Hell Do You Think You Are
2. Words and Music
3. Mt. Rushmore Strip Mine, Inc.
4. Undefended Border
5. Bring Out Yer Dead
Think Global Act Stoopid - 1983
1. Edmonton Block Heater
2. Let's Go Down to Hollywood (And Shoot Some People)
3. Drivin' With Chipper Johnson
4. Kingsway
5. Honest Injun
6. Blondes Have More Cum
7. The Only Chowder
8. Ready, Willing and Anal
Aeh? - 1984
1. Ticket Punched at the Savings & Loan
2. Life, Liberty and Lotsa TV
3. Pit Bull Attac}k
4. Fucked in the Head
5. Misamerica
6. Can Nada Do
7. Herbie's Monster Burger
8. The Big Bush Party After School
9. Playing With a Full Dick
10. Let's Break Robert Out of Jail
Something's Gonna Die Tonight (EP) - 1986
1. Something's Gonna Die Tonight
2. Something's Gonna Die Tonight (Dance Mix)
3. Something's Gonna Die Tonight (Meow Mix)
Adult Comics - 1988
1. Facist Gun in the West
2. Lick the Pole
3. European Supermodel
4. Snakes in My Head
5. There is a God (And His Name is Wilbur)
6. Blow Me Down
7. Built for Speedballs
8. Superantihero
9. Fist of Thorns
10. Sonic Reducer
Rock 'N Roll is Fat and Ugly - 1989
1. The King in Diapers
2. Rock 'N Roll is Fat and Ugly
3. Bob is Cool
4. Move or Die
5. Flash Bastard
6. Twitch City
7. Gotterdammerung
8. Virgin Pacific Rim Job
9. Exquisite Corpse
10. Hold the Fort
11. I've Been Drinking at the Railway
The Joe Dick Show
Ten Buck Fuck - Hard Core Logo OST
Cubically Contained - Headstones
When Something Stands for Nothing - Headstones
Mannequins - the Hugh Dillon Redemption Choir
Ultra-Honesty - Headstones
Pathetic Pair - Headstones (Logan)
Hearts, Love & Honour - Headstones
Reframed (Every Single Failure) - Headstones
Million Days in May - Headstones
Something's Gonna Die Tonight - Hard Core Logo OST
My Mistakes - the Hugh Dillon Redemption Choir (Logan)
Movie
Joe: The punk rock Hard Core Logo means direct action, means question authority, means anarchy, you don't like the world you're living in and you don't like the answers you're getting, it's like fuck you. And that's exactly what we were all about. Fuck you. Anything else, Bruce? That we need to cover? Finished?
Bruce: What do you mean by 'hard core'?
Joe: Move or fucking die.
John: (voiceover) Why the hell are two grown men still calling themselves Joe Dick and Billy Tallent? When they gave themselves those names they were 16... 17. The question is, when do they stop using them? Forty? Fifty? Sixty? You wonder if they remember their real names. Joe Mulgrew. Bill Boisy. Then there's Pipe... can't even remember his real name. I used to want a punk handle too... just couldn't find one that fit. It was always John. John. John Oxenberger. John. John. John, the bass player. John from Hard Core Logo. Maybe I never had a real self to throw away like those guys.
Joe: You people, you're the fuckin' coolest. You see, I was just lying there 'cause I just saw you cut your pony tails, you stupid fucking cunts -- that wasn't very nice -- because you think there's a fucking punk rock revival going on. You don't know shit from good chocolate, babies.
Joe: [Billy time travels, an inside game between Joe and Billy.] Where did Billy go? Where's Billy? Billy's gone, uh oh, where's Billy? Bill-- man you scare the shit out of me when you time travel like that. Oh... good to see you back, you scared me. [Joe time travels and Billy gets up to leave.] I'm right here! You don't even care when I'm gone. When you're gone I look for you, I make an effort. I'm gone and you're all 'oh, he's gone'. That's not buddies, that's not a fun game. You're still a cunt-rary motherfucker.
Billy: After a certain age it's hard to... make friends. And I've known Joe since I was thirteen and I.. I-I love him more than anybody I've met since.
Pipefitter: Well, it was like we were playing New York city, right. It's our last night, last gig, playing in New York.
John: Joe always had a thing for the grand gesture.
Pipefitter: President of Sire Records is sitting there, right in front of the stage, we're halfway through Something's Gonna Die and Joe jumps up on the table... drops his fucking pants...
Joe: It's personal. You had to be there.
Pipefitter: And then pisses into Seymour Stein's gin and tonic. And then yells into the mic 'Hey, see if you can sell that, you corporate weasel'. I mean talk about game over, you know what I mean?
Billy: He'd just fuck it up because he didn't want that next level. He didn't want to step up.
Joe: There's two ways to look at it. Billy wants the models and limousines and I'm happy with hookers and taxicabs.
Billy: Addiction, um, is a gamble and the gamble is that you're losing most of the time and losing is the place you're most happy and for Joe that's...
Joe: So what, are you playing us off against each other? So that would make you kind of cunt then, wouldn't it?
Tiffany: Joe Dick, you once said that the music industry was the stupidest, sleaziest, most boring business in the entire world. Still feel that way?
Joe: Yes, I do. The music industry, not the music. Rock 'n' Roll's a fucking sales tool, it sells beer, swimming pools and movie stars.
Tiffany: ...So, I read an article where Ed Festus calls you [Billy] one of the top five thrash guitarists of all time.
Joe: Ed Festus has Bill Tallent in his hip pock-et.
Tiffany: Does that bug you?
Joe: Mm, mmhm, in fact I hate it. Can you change the subject please?
Tiffany: Ed Festus said you two fought like some tanked up white trash married couple in a trailer park.
Joe: Well, some of that's true. But that's what makes our music and our art great.
Billy: I suffer for his art.
Joe: That's what keeps you honest.
Tiffany: So, Mr. Dick. Does Hard Core Logo have a future?
Joe: Mmhmm, yes it does, Tiffany. Could you do me just one favour?
Tiffany: Sure.
Joe: Can you fuck off?
[Tiffany leaves.]
Billy: You're good with people.
Joe: Fantastic. Chicks dig it. You love it.
Book - by Michael Turner
Joe's Old Wounds
I have ninety percent hearing
in my right ear,
ten percent in my left.
I have two vocal nodes
that are inoperable.
People are always telling me
that I'm too loud, that I shout.
Half the time I can't even hear
what the hell I'm saying.
It's a conundrum, really.
The more your hearing goes,
the louder you become.
And the louder you become,
the more strain you put
on the vocal.
If the strain goes untrained
you get nodes on your throat.
Overgrown nodes cause complete
loss of voice.
Joe Puts it Into Perspective
Getting people together
for a rock band
and an attitude
is like living in a co-op.
But trying to get a booking
is like sales
for small commission.
While loading up the van
makes me feel
like I'm in shipping,
it's driving to some tavern
that makes me feel
like I'm a trucker.
Setting up on stage
makes me feel
like I'm a millwright,
or a puppet
who is tangled
for a moment
during sound-check.
And lately, like a goldfish
when the stage lights
hide the public,
I work my strings
and notice
how this job's
like all the rest.
Joe, Eyes Glazed by Narcotics,
Dedicates the First Song
This song is defecated to all
the drug addicts and pedophiles
who dominate the music business.
New Graffiti in the O-Zone Men's Room
Joe Dick
is
a facist
a coke addict
and a bad driver
Graphic Novel
Introduction - Michael Timmins
Who was Joe Dick? Was he a punk?
First off, I guess you'd have to figure out what punk is.
Punk is: Buddy Bolden high-stepping through the French quarter, blowing maniacally; Robert Johnson returning from the crossroads; Hank Williams with his voice and pen spilling tears and blood; Charlie Parker cutting all comers on 58th Street; Elvis Presley launching into "That's All Right"; John Lennon shredding his vocal cords on "Twist and Shout"; Ornette Coleman weaving his plastic alto through smaller and smaller concentric circles; and Patti Smith firing her opening salvo with the line "Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine."
Punk is standing up and declaring, "Fuck this and Fuck that ... I'll do it my way."
It is taking on convention and
deliberately
forcefully
and most importantly
gleefully
tearing convention down.
It is action and commitment.
It is not hair colour, clothing, accents, age, record sales,
recording contracts, press clippings, poses, T-shirts, badges,
body fluids, videos, or tattoos.
It is energy.
An energy complex and mysterious enough to destroy and create at the same time.
Not possible to harness.
Not possible to bottle.
Not possible to recreate once dissipated.
Of the eight punks listed earlier six died
prematurely.
An energy that burns too hot to be contained by mere skin.
It is a form of expression that hits you
so hard and
so deep and
so meaningfully it
grabs you by the stomach
picks you upout of your chair
drags you across the floor
and knocks you so silly that by the time it's through with you
you are seeing the world
your life
in a completely new light.
So, who was Joe Dick? Was Joe a punk? Did Hard Core Logo play
punk music? Maybe. I don't know.
Did they attract, night after night, some 18-year-old kid who
sat stage-side in front of the PA stack, ears bleeding, skin
bursting with absorbed energy, his life twisted and turned
inside out until all become clear, until he knew what he had
to do for the rest of his life?
If they did that then I know. If they did that, Joe was a punk.
So, who was Joe Dick? Was he a punk? A person who by force of
expression touched and changed the lives of
one
two
ten
one hundred
one thousand or more people.
A person who burned with such a passionate intensity that it
finally consumed everything in him worth consuming. A person who gave it all away because he had no choice. Or was he just another asshole with a melon-sized ego, ripening in the spotlight, pointing fingers, bellowing,
"LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!"
I don't know. You figure it out.
Discography
Son of a Bitch to the Core (EP) - 1978
1. Son of a Bitch to the Core
2. Sally is a Popular Girl
3. Mobile Electric Chair
4. Fuck Off America
5. Honky Night in America
Hard Knock High - 1980
1. Company Town
2. Underwearwolf
3. Ten Buck Fuck
4. Lake Ontario Smells like Shit
5. Bootlegger Song
6. She Said Kiss Me Where it Stinks (So I Drove Her to Squamish)
7. Bitch Slap
8. Hard Knock High
9. Welfare Case
10. Eat the Rich
U.S. Out of North America (EP) - 1981
1. Who the Hell Do You Think You Are
2. Words and Music
3. Mt. Rushmore Strip Mine, Inc.
4. Undefended Border
5. Bring Out Yer Dead
Think Global Act Stoopid - 1983
1. Edmonton Block Heater
2. Let's Go Down to Hollywood (And Shoot Some People)
3. Drivin' With Chipper Johnson
4. Kingsway
5. Honest Injun
6. Blondes Have More Cum
7. The Only Chowder
8. Ready, Willing and Anal
Aeh? - 1984
1. Ticket Punched at the Savings & Loan
2. Life, Liberty and Lotsa TV
3. Pit Bull Attac}k
4. Fucked in the Head
5. Misamerica
6. Can Nada Do
7. Herbie's Monster Burger
8. The Big Bush Party After School
9. Playing With a Full Dick
10. Let's Break Robert Out of Jail
Something's Gonna Die Tonight (EP) - 1986
1. Something's Gonna Die Tonight
2. Something's Gonna Die Tonight (Dance Mix)
3. Something's Gonna Die Tonight (Meow Mix)
Adult Comics - 1988
1. Facist Gun in the West
2. Lick the Pole
3. European Supermodel
4. Snakes in My Head
5. There is a God (And His Name is Wilbur)
6. Blow Me Down
7. Built for Speedballs
8. Superantihero
9. Fist of Thorns
10. Sonic Reducer
Rock 'N Roll is Fat and Ugly - 1989
1. The King in Diapers
2. Rock 'N Roll is Fat and Ugly
3. Bob is Cool
4. Move or Die
5. Flash Bastard
6. Twitch City
7. Gotterdammerung
8. Virgin Pacific Rim Job
9. Exquisite Corpse
10. Hold the Fort
11. I've Been Drinking at the Railway
The Joe Dick Show
Ten Buck Fuck - Hard Core Logo OST
Cubically Contained - Headstones
When Something Stands for Nothing - Headstones
Mannequins - the Hugh Dillon Redemption Choir
Ultra-Honesty - Headstones
Pathetic Pair - Headstones (Logan)
Hearts, Love & Honour - Headstones
Reframed (Every Single Failure) - Headstones
Million Days in May - Headstones
Something's Gonna Die Tonight - Hard Core Logo OST
My Mistakes - the Hugh Dillon Redemption Choir (Logan)