"It must have been a lonely place he lived in, because for every indulgence there was something else he denied himself as a means to the end. He accomplished what he did right here in our faces, in real time, with little help from any tool outside his own mind. These things cannot be denied. Could we have learned more from him if he was still around? Did we learn anything at all? Hope we meet again."
- Joe Coughlin, GG Allin biographer
I look at his concerts as more than a shocking punk show. The uncertainty, the fear, the schafenfreude, the sense of true freedom that permeated the hall for the duration of his performances. The audience and the bystanders were brought to the pinnacle of punk stage invasion. Who's going to run away? Who's going to be his victim? Who's going to riot? And why? It's a very metamodernist before metamodernism existed kind of experience.
Maybe I should try again. To see all the different kinds of rational people that enter an extreme situation, their reasons, and then watch how they behave once they're in the thick of it, this is what excites me. The danger and the negative thrill shape and flavor the experience, with the root of everything not being a catalyst or a demiurge, but still in the fight and making the waves that will drown it out.
The medium of live music has failed to capture the human experience this well, before and after GG's time. I see the same problem with prose fiction. Proust, GRRM, Trumbo, Mailer, Hill, Fitzgerald, Mann, they have had their successes, but they never even came close to what this medium can acheive. I'm done looking for someone to have done it right. Now I'm going to do it myself.