Talk:Primizee's

There were so many good times here, as well as many bad thanks to Charlie. What a douchebag. It was reported that someone repeatedly left [Upper-Deckers] in retaliation for shitty pizza (that gave you the runs), shitty workers, and shady business practices. However, the place was almost guaranteed to have a show at least every friday night, if not friday and saturday during the summer - with no money upfront. So of course, we all put up with it. It's not like we would have gotten rich anyway.
As I was telling Brent E! at some point in 2005, for a while, this sub-scene was pretty mucha punk utopia. Everyone knew each other and got along for the most part. No one really drank much or did much of any drugs. A lot of people didn't really know much other than local bands and of course the big old-timers like the Misfits, Minor Threat, etc... but as the scene went on and everyone learned more, a lot of us thought we were better because we found out about more obscure bands than a lot of others, or because we drank more or did cooler drugs... and just started to get jaded overall. It was unfortunate, but such is life I suppose. But for a while.. a year, maybe two.. it was everything that punk was "supposed to be" or some shit. Sure there were problems, sure there were fights, but a lot more positives than negatives. Maybe some others like Spectre may have thought otherwise, but that's my fucking opinion and I'm sticking to it.

Random snippets of memory:

TONS of us flipping out over Spite 36... not because they were a great band or anything, but because we were either friends with The Melch, thought she was really hot, or had a crush on their bass player Ginny. Comeon, no one was watching them to sing along to the lyrics "Anarchy! Pink Flamingos!"
Donnie bugging the shit out of people with my camcorder trying to get interviews...
Donnie getting drunk, writing "The Vagrants" on the 4th street fountain, and getting in the paper in a vandalism article.
Grace, Mike, myself and some others getting kinda freaked out when []http://www.cromags.com/ Harley Flanagan's]] brother "Bags" started showing up (he had a HUGE swastika on his elbow)... Nazis weren't something anyone was going to tolerate (even Brent Weiss at the time!), but we sure as hell weren't going to tell his HUGE ass that.
Charlie getting served at the Boddyhammer/Red Sun debacle mentioned in the article section... Kurt throws a mean curveball. Brent
An NMA show where a bunch of Pflanz kids wanted to kick our asses for changing Straight Edge by Minor Threat to "I'm Not Straight Edge" to make fun of The Melch and some others.
The dumb girl who tried spanging (spare change collecting) every week for a year to supposedly "hook up with her boyfriend in california"
Trane getting banned after calling Charlie out on his shady bullshit (I think that's why).
Kurt and Nathan constantly trying to get EVERYONE to buy 7"s of bands that NOONE had heard of... the stuff was good though. I still listen to that Checkerboard Charlie record.
Abbi getting practically thrown through a plastic table during a crazy show.
More broken plastic lawnchairs than the city dump. Seriously, it was in-fucking-sane.
Chris Newlove letting the Vagrants borrow his halfstack for their first show there. And shortly afterwards putting a pipe bomb in a car and going away for a while.
Damn near EVERYONE (that mattered) meeting up after shows or on non-show nights at punk-rock Dennys - unless Rocky Horror was showing at the Vogue Theatre, then everyone went there instead (except for me because I was scared of getting "de-virginized" by the Rocky audience.
Todd Gatterdam getting arrested a block or two away the night of a Megalomaniacs show because he jumped in the street scaring the shit out of one of the tour horses.
Primizee's smelling of french fries - not because they made them, but because we'd bring back massive quantites from the 2nd & Broadway McDonalds.
Boxcar from New Jersey playing, and probably being one of the first out of town bands to play there. Everyone thought they were fucking great, and they had a really cool distro where a lot of us first heard of a lot of bands from Philly and the northeast (fuckin' Violent Society!!! the Fuck Your Record Reviews comp was fantastic!)
Being scared (kinda) of the triple-threat... Fitz, Graham, and Drew Revenant when they'd get their three-man circle pit together... they smashed all in their way regardless of race, creed, gender, or ownership of the venue.
Charlie giving coked-out introductions to bands and everyone booing him, him threatening to shut down the show, and everyone still booing.
Sweet videogames down where the band played.
Making fun of more than a few bands that would play there once, look completely normal (no problem there), but then play a week or two later and be sooooo punk it hurt all of a sudden. Seriously, that poseur shit is hilarious. We didn't care how you looked as long as you weren't faking it.
Mike Girilaco with long hair. really, he had hair!

-Bryan Volz 07:40, 20 Nov 2005 (EST)