Friday, March 11, 2016


The early stages of Nailbomb were just for fun, as you all know. Once I devised my elaborate scheme to turn it into a record, the jokes still never stopped. One day I came home to see the guys out front, recording the screeching of tires as they zipped up the block and slammed on the breaks. One day, they were pounding on the washer. It was Alex and Christina, Max and me and in crime. We hated everything, but with a smile on our faces.

The nanny, Teresa, was cleaning and chilling all day, so Max and Alex took over her room. It was pretty simple and so there was a lot of room in it. After a few weeks, I honestly don't know how she even slept in there. It was her and Jesus, ever looking over the antics in that room. Max and the kids even made a giant cabinet from a cardboard box. The band was still called Sick Man, a name from the rooster on a Looney Tunes cartoon. He would always say, "sick, man, sick!" it became normal slang around our house. Alex came up with the word Nailbomb, as he loved the shock value.

Finally after a short time, there it was ...the cassette with songs on it. Ready for presentation to Roadrunner. I remember the day I called Monte on the phone and talked him into the project. Once he heard the songs, he was blown away and couldn't refuse.... Nailbomb was birthed....

Feels good to be a punk loser!!

Class dismissed...