"You've made the same mistake again."
-not only sung by Blake Schwarzenbach in the Jawbreaker song "Split", but also foreshadowing
your future experience when you buy another Jets to Brazil record.
|Dance Hall Mourners by Miqual Corley 2002|
Typewriter/ pastel / magazine clippings on paper...Done in dedication to the late 90's.
Let me start this off that I am a long time Jawbreaker fan, and a fellow pegged pant leg wearing and poetically inclined member of the Blake Schwarzenbach army for life. That out of the way though, let's dig at a 15 year old scab because, quite honestly, I can. Thanks to a combination of the interwebz and riding the dole while medically smoking your CA tax dollars away while waiting for a trip to the Mayo Clinic where they ship us people with with lifetime medical mysteries like me, I now have way too much time on my hands to do this stuff. So I'll just say it. Jets to Brazil sucked. Completely. Total shit. Post-collegiate sweater emo. For those who don't know, Jets to Brazil was the late 90's super group combining members of Jawbreaker and Texas is the Reason.
|Jets to Brazil on stage at the Empty Bottle in Chicago on 11/14/1998 during a tender moment in the set where Blake comes front and center and tries to swoon the khakis off of the English Majors in the crowd.|
Supposedly they were a powerhouse combination of Jawbreaker's classic Blake Schwarzenbach vocal and lyrical sound paired with Texas is the Reason's.... well... um...what did the Texas is the Reason side of the band bring to the table? Shared experience with failed major label dabblings maybe? Some height differential in band member stature? Basically we got Jawbreaker Light. I tended to think of the equation being a bit more like this:
|Enjoy yourselves a delicious, safe Jade Tree / Revelation sandwich now that you graduated and are looking for a little less punk, but were too young yet for Sunday mornings partying with the NYT and the Sea and Cake.|
But don't get me wrong. I loved Jawbreaker like the rest of them. If not for a canceled trip to Wisconsin where the tattoo age laws were different then in Illinois' in the early 1990's, I'd be sporting a Jawbreaker tattoo today. You know, the same one quite a few of you out there have too.
And if we're going there, without other planned trips up to the liberal land of Madison either getting canceled, or not having enough time on the ones we did make it on, I would probably be sporting a tattoo of the stick figure soldier logo from the local Chicago band The Fighters, and a tattoo of one of the graphics from the Downcast LP also. Don't get me wrong, either would have had good personal attachment as a tattoo should. Paul from the Fighters was one of my roommates in my first failed attempt at Chicago apartment cohabitation, and unbeknown to many people, has a hidden talent for boxing out to get the tough rebound. And being a Downcast fan, it was cool as hell to have Jara touring around with Still Life for most of the dates I was out with on the road with them as a stow-away in their van for the end of their tour in the summer of '94. But graphically neither tattoo would have stood the test of time. Luckily I avoided the lesson learned by most people: don't trust your choices for band tattoos be driven out of youthful exuberance or your young self's design aesthetic. Or in that case.....vegan idealism:
|The Schwarzenbach Family Crest|
That being said, I stand behind my decisions to get the Still Life and the Smog tattoos I have 100%. The Still Life tattoo was my first tattoo and I got it after the aforementioned 1994 summer Still Life adventure. I'll go into that further in a future blog post, but leave it to say, I spent my late high school years touring children's hospitals, medical clinics, having to do things like swallow barium and even piss in bottles all day several times, 2 runs at the Mayo Clinic, home bound for part of my senior year, being told I had a range of things from brain tumors to digestive tumors and then a "we're clueless good luck in life" ending, and sick through some of the most pivotal social growth periods in one's life. So heading out for a few weeks in a van on a hardcore tour, selling zines for a few bucks to get food and seeing Still Life play night after night like I did was quite the freedom story beyond what many of you others had in that same situation that summer. So the Still Life tattoo was a given.
|Tattoo 1994....Skin blemish 2012.|
|"I Burn Deep" by Miqual Corley - 2001. Portion torn down from the living art installation piece / drunkalogue my bedroom walls in the Kedzie & Palmer apartment I shared with Bort became. Existence of the Smog tattoo shown, as well as confirmation that my manscaping routines are in fact a newer part of my lifestyle. (Click here to better see the text element from above)|
But back to the whole Jawbreaker topic as this convoluted blog post is mostly a very overdone attempt to talk about myself and wrap some other crap around posting some Jawbreaker related content online. For those who remember, the MRR classified section back in the 90's enabled you to feed your desire to see live performances of bands show through the handful of video traders that would make custom compilation VHS tapes for you based on your selections from the list of shows they had for sale. Basically Pre-Youtube era show video searching and watching but with a buffer time not measured in how shitty Comcast is in your neighborhood, but by how long it took the punk rocker behind the catalogue to make you the tape, and then for the US Postal Service to do their job. I still have the VHS tape I sent away for with copies of two of the better Jawbreaker shows in the Chicago area. Tape doesn't function so well due to a layer of dog puke crusted upon it, but still usable. This one here is from Jawbreaker playing at McGregors in the Chicago suburbs on 8/23/92. This was dying throat era Blake, and by the end of the show, it had completely gone to shit and he couldn't sing. Blake starts the show off perfectly though..... "Hi were from California...and we're here to help you":
Chesterfield King - Live - 8/23/92 @ McGregor's - Elmhurst, IL
This next video is from the show at Isabelle's Grand Finale - Chicago Illinois on 5/22/1993. Jawbreaker was in town recording 24 Hour Revenge Therapy and played this show after they were done recording. The recipe for a perfect punk show. Youthful exuberance + overpacked club + sweltering heat + sweat dripping off the walls + Jawbreaker primed from repeatedly playing the songs in the recording sessions. Minus of the show. VML Security douche bags. Not surprising as later in the year this would be ground zero for said Mr. Joey Vindicative and his scene policing gun waving antics.
Do You Still Hate Me - Live 5/22/93 @ Isabelle's Grand Finale - Chicago Illinois
In a similar vein to the VHS tape traders, there also were the audio tape traders, many times not only with copies of the audio of live shows, but sometimes other things such as demo recordings and such. I found one of those tapes recently containing these Jawbreaker demo songs from 2-3-1998. Split and Rich versions are really good. The tape also contained the Unfun demos, and on the flipside of the tape, a Crimpshrine demo and a Fugazi demo. Those might have to go up online sometime soon too.
And a couple of final nuggets of JB material for you.....
I have to admit I always kind of liked their cover of "Pretty Persuasion" on the 1992 REM tribute album Surprise you Pig. The Jawbox cover of "Low" on that record is pretty solid, and I'm sure you've all I'm sure overheard the J Church track at this point.
Jawbreaker - Pretty Persuasion (REM cover)
Here's a cover of Split as done by the Western Chicago Suburbs Jawbreaker-ites Friction. Or as they're known to the species called the Midwestern Guitar Emo Male...the pre-Braid band. Originally released on the 2x7" compilation "How the Midwest was Won" 1993 split release by Subfusc / Kiss of Winter Records featuring Cap'n Jazz, Friction, 8-Bark, and Sunspring. I had the joy of attending a double taping of the Jerry Springer Show with Scott Snot and a friend that ended with him trying to get us to pay him to fuck his leftover burrito.
And as a recovering depressed drunk white boy writer...er....alcoholic....I'd be remiss if we didn't end this one the right way.
Jawbreaker - Kiss The Bottle