1991 Pacific Grove, California. Seagram’s 7 & 7Up in a paper Safeway bag on the way to a raucous day in Monterey and the beach. Someone lost a shoe in a tree. We were punks, all of us – charlatans and troublemakers. Saw DRI or All (ex-Descendents) in San Fran, San Jose and Oakland one weekend. Hung out at 924 Gilman Street in Berkeley. Friday and Saturday nights. $5 entrance to see 4 garage punk bands. The Mummies were memorable. Unfortunately, last time I drove past in 1998, 924 was just a paint store if I recall.
Nando the Commando is just a nickname. Developed over the early 90s when I use to be a punk walking the streets of Monterey and Pacific Grove, California, along with visits to San Fran, San Jose and Berkeley just to name a few. Those were the days. The underbelly of the west. Exposed. And myself and some close friends sucking at her teat in true rebel fashion.
I’m no commando, no soldier, but I will fight for what I believe in and I expect others to do the same.