I wanna fuck myself
I pull my pud until it bleeds
I masturbate on toiletseats
Girls can't give me the satisfaction
I fuck my fist to the rage of passion
Above all else....GG Allin ROCKED!!! Self-proclaimed as the most violent man in music, GG was infamous for his bizarre stage antics and deviant lifestyle. GG always claimed his death was destined to come on stage, preferably on a Halloween and after he'd "taken a bunch of you fuckers out with me." Alas, it was not to be.
GG Allin was born on August 29, 1956. His real given name( actually on the birth certificate) is Jesus Christ Allin. His mother changed it to Kevin Michael Allin just before he started attending school. He was raised in Lancaster, New Hampshire and fronted such diverse bands as the Jabbers, Scumfucs, Texas Nazis, Cedar Street Sluts, Drug Whores, Sewer Scum, Afterbirth, Psycho, Disappointments, AIDS Brigade, Bulge, Toilet Rockers and most recently the Murder Junkies.
His live performances were the wildest in the history of the music, getting him banned
virtually everywhere he played. GG has a whole legion of fans, even though few people ever had the opportunity to see him in the flesh. His shows typically included nudity, bloodshed, shittin' onstage (which Allin frequently ate and/or tossed at the crowd), and the very real threat of personal injury; GG liked punching out crowd members. Most of the blood, however, was Allin's own, he liked to beat his face with microphones or, if the show was going extremely well, shove them up his ass. Smashing bottles over his head and carving himself up with the broken shards was commonplace. GG Allin epitomized freedom of expression.
GG Allins's brother and bassist, Merle, said that GG had been "partying all day, doing coke" prior to a show at the Gas Station, an art gallery on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. As was typical of Allin's gigs, the actual set lasted about 10 minutes. But, in Merle's words, "You could sense it was kind of a grand finale."
From one account of the event; "It was fucking amazing. GG did a couple of songs, beat the shit out of everyone, and himself, walked out into the street naked, with tons of people following him, kinda like the pied piper of punk, climbed on a bus, caused a riot, then explained to his "followers" that he is not the messiah, and to leave him alone."
As the crowd commenced a bottle-hurling battle with police, G.G. made his escape to an Avenue B apartment. There, according to his brother, G.G. copped one too many bags of heroin in an attempt to cool out. He was found dead the next morning at 9 a.m., but "had clearly been dead for about five hours," according to his brother. "He was totally blue, and rigor mortis had set in to the point where I couldn't get the rings off his fingers."
GG Allin will be buried in New Hampshire. At his request, he will be laid to rest in his favorite outfit: a dog collar, a leather jock-strap and boots. I've been told that he also had a bottle of Jack Daniels along for the ride...
