07-01-2005, 09:39 PM
GG Allin
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GG Allin always maintained that he would commit suicide onstage, promising to take as many of his fans with him as he could. A 'typical' GG show could be likened to a war zone, with GG brawling with fans, bashing himself senseless, knocking out his own teeth with the microphone, and both eating his own shit and throwing it at the audience.
GG Allin's final performance was at the Gas Station club (NYC) in 1993, and the rumor is that he'd already taken a shitload of drugs before the actual show commenced. As things got under way, GG took a few swings at members of the audience and the show seemed to be going well. However, having completed the second song, the power was switched off and the show came to an abrupt end. Not being the most reasonable person in the world, GG went a little nuts and started to smash the place up; he crashed his head through a French window and generally abused and punched anyone that came close to hand. He soon tired of this and decided to leave the club in order to go and party at Johnny Puke's apartment. He left the club and walked through the streets of New York, naked and covered in shit and blood. As he marched through the street, his fans followed along behind him, overturning trashcans and throwing bottles at cop cars. A mini riot ensued, with cars screeching to a halt as GG and his entourage staggered out into traffic. Finally, after some half an hour of this street theatre of the bizarre, GG and friends managed to hail a cab and get to Johnny Puke's apartment to carry on with the festivities.
Back at Johnny's Place, the party was in full swing with drugs and booze flowing freely in all directions. GG was in a buoyant mood again and was snorting heroin with abandon. As he passed out, people were grabbing him and posing for pictures with him, propped up with his arms around them. As the night wore on, people were tiring and crashing out, but GG Allin was already too far gone and died surrounded by the oblivious sleeping bodies of his friends. He was 36 years old. At first, people refused to believe that GG Allin could be dead...after all, he'd survived drug overdoses in the past...he'd also endured beatings, stabbings, blood poisoning several times and had always bounced back.
GG was laid out in an open casket wearing his trademark leather jacket, dog collar, jockstrap, sneakers and a pair of George Jetson socks. On his brother's instructions, the funeral director did not wash or put make up on the corpse. As he was in life, so he was in death.
![[Image: casket.jpg]](http://www.findadeath.com/Deceased/a/GG%20ALLIN/casket.jpg)
G.G.'s wake turned into quite a party with people putting drugs into his mouth and washing them down with slugs of Jim Beam. People were having their pictures taken with the lifeless GG and pulling his jockstrap down to gawp at his incredibly small penis and take pictures of it.
GG Allin always maintained that he would commit suicide onstage, promising to take as many of his fans with him as he could. A 'typical' GG show could be likened to a war zone, with GG brawling with fans, bashing himself senseless, knocking out his own teeth with the microphone, and both eating his own shit and throwing it at the audience.
GG Allin's final performance was at the Gas Station club (NYC) in 1993, and the rumor is that he'd already taken a shitload of drugs before the actual show commenced. As things got under way, GG took a few swings at members of the audience and the show seemed to be going well. However, having completed the second song, the power was switched off and the show came to an abrupt end. Not being the most reasonable person in the world, GG went a little nuts and started to smash the place up; he crashed his head through a French window and generally abused and punched anyone that came close to hand. He soon tired of this and decided to leave the club in order to go and party at Johnny Puke's apartment. He left the club and walked through the streets of New York, naked and covered in shit and blood. As he marched through the street, his fans followed along behind him, overturning trashcans and throwing bottles at cop cars. A mini riot ensued, with cars screeching to a halt as GG and his entourage staggered out into traffic. Finally, after some half an hour of this street theatre of the bizarre, GG and friends managed to hail a cab and get to Johnny Puke's apartment to carry on with the festivities.
Back at Johnny's Place, the party was in full swing with drugs and booze flowing freely in all directions. GG was in a buoyant mood again and was snorting heroin with abandon. As he passed out, people were grabbing him and posing for pictures with him, propped up with his arms around them. As the night wore on, people were tiring and crashing out, but GG Allin was already too far gone and died surrounded by the oblivious sleeping bodies of his friends. He was 36 years old. At first, people refused to believe that GG Allin could be dead...after all, he'd survived drug overdoses in the past...he'd also endured beatings, stabbings, blood poisoning several times and had always bounced back.
GG was laid out in an open casket wearing his trademark leather jacket, dog collar, jockstrap, sneakers and a pair of George Jetson socks. On his brother's instructions, the funeral director did not wash or put make up on the corpse. As he was in life, so he was in death.
G.G.'s wake turned into quite a party with people putting drugs into his mouth and washing them down with slugs of Jim Beam. People were having their pictures taken with the lifeless GG and pulling his jockstrap down to gawp at his incredibly small penis and take pictures of it.
