K = Kristen, percussion
E: All we had to do was go buy Cap'N Crunch for him and he'd give us a big old bag. And we wouldn't line it; we'd fix it.
K: You're doing your reunion tour.
E: Yeah, at the Bottom of the Hill.
@: So, we should all bring Cap'N Crunch to your show.
E: Four-Way-he's a teacher now.
@: Does he teach chemistry?
E: No, he teaches English and he's a basketball coach. He has his own band called Suicide Kings. When Four-Way comes to the City, he's like the bad boy all over again, 'cos he's home. He's gonna get high; he's going to get another tattoo.
A: He always does. And then Emilio's going to say, "Oh, Four-Way did it to me. I don't know why."
E: Fucking asshole! [laughs]
@: When's this gonna happen?
E: July 13th, Saturday and it's our show at the Bottom of the Hill. To get a Saturday, that's pretty good. And Sunday the Texas Manglers are supposed to play the Uptown with Bad Posture. I was trying to get Four-Way's band the Suicide Kings to play but John says no. But anyway, Bad Posture
@: So how do you feel about bad posture? Slouching?
K: Does that bother you?
E: Well, we didn't name ourselves. Our friend named us. We didn't like that name. We wanted something like-I don't know- Cockroach Shit. [laughter]
@: Hey, why aren't there most women drummers?
K: That's what I can't figure out. Every time I play a show, he women are the ones who come up and compliment me and say they want to play drums too.
E: Or old guys.
K: No, guys don't come up to me. Women come up to me and say they wish they could play drums too, and I always tell them, "You could totally play drums. You've just got to have the time and patience to practice it." It's this myth that only men can play the drums. When I started playing music when I was in elementary school, I wanted to play drums because my father plays drums, and they said, "No, you have to play the flute or the clarinet, because you're a girl." So I did, but as soon as I got old enough and on my own, I got my drum set and I just did it. anybody can. That's what makes me mad; I don't understand why more women don't play. Anybody can.
@: Well, she pointed out Sister Double Happiness, but there seems to usually only be women drummers in all-women bands.
K: There's a lot more women drummers in bands now that there used to be, but still, it's not equal. Play drums, girls! It's totally a realize you know.
@: It keeps you from beating up people?
K: Exactly. I'm totally non-violent, but if I don't play drums for a week, I am so stressed out.
E: You got to beat on something.
@: Better them than me.
E: Better than meat?
@: What? No, you're hearing what you want to hear!
M: Goddamn.
@: When did you guys start? How long have you been around?
K: Six years.
E: We started out as LeRoy's Pleasure Missile. Wait, you got me. I was the last member.
A: That was the most embarrassingoh no! Oh my god! We would hide in our rooms until you guys would go on stage. Mack never ever practiced ever and he didn't know what he was singing.
K: We were in a band with Mack.
A: Oh no
@: All y'all were in LeRoy's Pre- Pre- Pleasure Missile?
A: Pretzel Missile! LeRoy's Pretzel Mission!
E: They were a household. Emilio lived with Kristen and Mack.
K: We were all in a house together and we tried to start a band, Mack and me and Mike and Eddy.
M: I was the last guy. You went to my place and approached me
A: "Approached me?"
K: That's how we met.
E: You came up in your little
M: A limousine!
E: Not Impala
K: A Malibu
M: and approached you! [laughter]
E: And we played for the first time, me, you, Mike, and Giovanni.
A: Oh my god, Gio!
E: From the very beginning, I was all, "Whoa, she's cute-I like her." [screaming]. I had a total crush on her. Not anymore. [More screaming]
@: So, what happened to LeRoy's Pleasure Missile?
A: It was awful!
K: Pleasure Missile broke up.
M: Actually, two bands came out of that: Los Cerveceros and Texas Flyers.
K: After that, we started doing a blues set.
E: They went to LA and left these two guys behind.
K: And Eddy was never really the leader
E: No, I just had some ideas. I was bored. I was fucking bored, and these guys were left alone. We were going to call ourselves Critter Crazy.
@: Why?
A: Because Eddy has a thing for animals. He has bunnies and stuff-one ear up, one ear down.
E: That's my goal in life: to have a back yard with tons of animals.
A: A petting zoo!
E: Not like Michael Jackson. [screaming]
@: You're not worried about being politically correct. I think that's good thing for a California band.
K: No, we're not. But, one of our songs that Eddy wrote
A: I don't want to hear that song!
I am diametrically opposed to that song.E: You look great.
A: Oh fuck off! Oh, I look great? Well, fuck off!
K: I am confused, being a woman, and whether or not I should pay this song.
@: What is it?
K: It's called "Buff the Muff."
M: Get him to tell you about it.
E: You want me to tell you about it? I will.
K: You know what's so horrible is it's actually a good song. The music's really good, but the words are awful.
@: Change the lyrics. Write about happy bunnies frolicking in the woods.
A: Yeah! Petting zoo in your yard, man.
E: It's about this girl, I won't mention any names. [more screaming] A friend of mine who I used to work with. Let's say I'm at the bar and she squatted down this way, and there was hair creeping out like that. Naturalist. I don't care. It's just a song. It's a cleverly done song. It's not like I'm being offensive. [peals of laughter]
A: You are being offensive!
K: Why is it every woman I talk to says, "My god! How can you play that song!"
M: Tongue in cheek
A: If you had little light blonde hairs growing everywhere, of course it would offend you. Fuck off, Eddy!
@: [to Mike] What's your opinion?
M: It's a joke.
K: It's funny if you're a guy.
@: You gotta retaliate and write a guy song.
K: But they wouldn't care!
E: It's satire. That what most of my songs are.
K: [Also adept at satire] I know. I'm just teasing, Eddy. I like that song.
E: It's just moods.
@: So, it's the wrong time of the month
E: I'm not the same person all the time. "Shoot Them All" is about the Tenderloin and the Haight Street freaks and the Mission bums. The day where you just can't deal with them anymore. The day where you aren't just, "Oh hey, here's a dollar."
K: He used to live in the Tenderloin.
E: For five years. That's like a bad mood song, but I think it's kind of funny.
K: 'Cos everyone can relate to that.
E: "I'll take them out to a faraway field/I'll even give them one last meal." It's a Dictators-type song. And if you ever ask me what kind of bands I like, it's the Dictators, period. Nobody else.
@: I like how even in the years I've seen you, y'all have let more of a blues element into your music and more Latino music. I like that influence because it sets you apart from every other fucking punk rock band.
K: That's 'cos with these guys that's their heritage, and blues-we love that.
@: So when are you going to start singing Russian and Jewish songs?
K: I don't know any.
E: Do you realize that some years ago, Kristen got a job in LA. She fucking flew down every week, to practice, to have one rehearsal that was 45 minutes.
@: Dang! What job did you have? How could you afford to do that?
K: I work in film and there was a show filmed partly in San Francisco and LA. It was cheap if you booked your tickets in advance.
@: If I were in LA, I'd make any excuse to get out.
K: Oh, I know! I hated it.
@: You just gave me your demo tape. Did you have others?
K: We had a demo tape first that we did ourselves. We met this guy at the Covered Wagon, Steve Long, who had a label and did a single for us. The we did our own demo tape [The Covered Wagon] That's our favorite place to play 'cos of the people. Our biggest fans go there.
E: From the early fucking days of Bad Posture, all the punks were messengers. It's true. That was what the punk rock scene was about. And cooks I cook.
@: Punk rock cooks!K: I worked at King Courier for a while.
@: What was your King name?
K: Uh, Frolic King. [deafening laughter]
E: Remembers, Jaks Team and the messengers. That was the punk rock scene!
A: Gag me.
E: Everyone knew each other. Everyone beat each other up.
@: So are you the punk rock hotel clerk?
M: No, not any more.
A: They play classical music there. Now, he wears funny shoes and funny hats.
K: He doesn't work there anymore.
@: Have you guys actually homebrewed?
K: I have, but not with them.
A: I did without you.
K: I did when I was 18 and living with my grandmother. I couldn't drink yet, so I just made my own.
A: She also cured opium. She went to the library and there was a poppy growing in her Grandmother's yard.
K: No, it was my yard. I had my own place.
A: I thought Wynona Ryder used to come to your house.
K: No, I used to live in Petaluma with my grandmother, then I moved out on my own. I met all these friends there and I was the only one who had my own place-I was still 18. So everyone would come over to drink beer. And Wynona Ryder was one of them, before she was famous.
@: Was she cool or no?
K: yeah, she was really cool. But I'm sure she's not now.
E: She doesn't have to be!
K: But also, a famous thing about this house. I lived in the house in back of Polly Klaas.
A: And besides that Kristen's car was stolen by a murderer.
@: Your lives are just fraught with danger and espionage and intrigue
M: And I've been on the moon.
E: Let's talk about the sushi incident.
A: NO!!!
K: I don't think anyone wants to hear about that. [Trust me, you don't]
E: Okay, how about my black-eye?
@: How did you get a black eye?
E: I have no idea.
A: He doesn't know about the cheeseballs either.
E: Actually, it's a burgundy eye. I look like a Mexican David Bowie.
@: What's the cheeseball story?
K: It was Eddy's birthday a few years ago and Eddy is the best person when he passes out to do anything you want to. Tie his shoelaces together, dye his hair. He never wakes up-he is so passed out. We were dancing around him, going, "It's Eddy's Eddy's birthDAY!" and taping cheeseballs all over him. We put them in his shoes and he put them on in the morning.
A: Crunch!
@: The real question is: how do you feel about beer?
K: We like beer.
M: We love beer.
K: Beer is it.
A: Beer kills.
@: There isn't anymore. We're out.
M: "Crying times again"
Noodled Out