JUDGE AT THE COUNTRY CLUB, RESEDA CA, 3/30/1990
July 14th, 2014 by Tim

JUDGE LIVE IN COSTA MESA, CA
March 26th, 2014 by Ed

JUDGE AT MUSINK
March 25th, 2014 by Larry

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MIKE JUDGE – PART X
December 3rd, 2013 by Tim
MATT AND MIKE WITH JUDGE AT CITY GARDENS | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

MATT AND MIKE WITH JUDGE AT CITY GARDENS | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

You get tired of being in the van on the road. Being broke, not having food. Seven guys in the van, with equipment, you’re never alone with some of your own space. I remember one time driving in the desert and just bugging out. I said you guys have to pull over. They pulled over and I got out and just started walking away from the van into the desert. My mind was so scrambled. I wanted it all to be over. I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t even stretch out my arm without hitting somebody next to me, and I’d been in there for a month.

I remember this show we played and this kid was like, “hey you guys can come back and stay at my house and sleep, my parents aren’t home.” So I told the dudes in the band, “look we’ll stay at this kid’s house. I’m taking a bed.” We get there and the kid had a really nice house and I get to this room and it’s dark but I see the bed and I seriously just walk in and lay down, close the door and get into this bed. It was awesome because I hadn’t been in a bed at all to sleep for weeks. But as I’m in there sleeping, kids start to come to the house from the show and they start to come into the room to sleep on the floor. There’s like five kids in the room and they are all talking about the show and about Judge’s set. They are talking about what songs we played and when they were stage diving and shit. I’m thinking “how do I tell these dudes to stop talking so I can sleep, but not be a dick to them?” So finally I say, “hey guys, if you wanna talk about the show, I’ll talk about the show all day tomorrow, but for now I gotta sleep, is that cool?” The one kid was like “oh yeah, I’m sorry.” But somebody had to get up and turn a light on and when the light goes on I realize that the entire room is filled with tanks of snakes, EVERYWHERE. Everywhere, covering the room, there were snakes in all these tanks. I got the fuck out of there and slept in the van.

The craziest tour story was with Luke in Lititz, Pennsylvania when YOT and GB played out there. At the show, this kid says we can stay at his house. He was a little nerdy and telling us he had no friends and his parents were so stoked to have us over to the house to hang out with him. We were cool with it. By the time we get there it’s like 2am. The lights are on and the parents are up. They are all excited, the mom is cooking pasta for all of us, the dad is super friendly and the house is really nice.  Off of the kitchen was this big living room that had this real high ceiling with rafters, and the second floor was a walk around with a balcony that looked over out onto the living room, and the bed rooms were off of it on that floor.

JUDGE IN FLORIDA | PHOTO COURTESY OF REV

JUDGE IN FLORIDA | PHOTO COURTESY OF REV

So finally after we eat and everything we all lay down on the living room floor to go to sleep. I’m next to Luke and I’m like, “man isn’t it weird how nice these people are?” Luke is like, “yeah, they are almost too nice man, it’s weird.” It was a little over the top. We’re laying there, other guys have fallen asleep, some are talking, and Luke and I are staring at the rafters. There’s a ceiling fan up in the rafters. Luke says, “I get a weird feeling from that ceiling fan.” I said, “man I’ve been looking at it and I have the same feeling. It’s weird.” Luke says, “there’s something just not right about this place.” Then I feel something like fly across my face, super fast. It brushes my face, and it’s bright red. I said to myself, “what the fuck was that!?” I figure I must have dozed off and been dreaming. But then it happens again. Luke goes, “dude what the fuck was that!?” I said, “Luke did you feel something?” He says, “yeah some red thing just touched my face!” We’re both like, “what the fuck was that?” Luke was like a little dude, and he got scared. He was freaked out.

We’re still laying there and we hear this crazy super loud shriek from a girl. Luke and I both heard it and start talking about it. Everybody else down there is like, “what are you guys talking about?” They didn’t hear anything. Luke is super freaked out now and wanted to go to the van. I said, “no man stay here, let’s stick together.” So now everyone is like totally quiet, just a little whispering. Then out of nowhere the father yells from his room upstairs, “YOU FUCKING KIDS SHUT THE FUCK UP DOWN THERE OR I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND YOU WILL ALL FUCKING PAY!!!” Luke is like, “dude we need to get the fuck out of here, seriously.” I tell him, “no just wait dude, stay here, don’t go out there.” Everyone is like, “what the fuck? Oh my God.” We didn’t know what to do. So we keep laying there and a little time goes by and Luke and I are still staring at this ceiling fan, and this thing comes down from the fan right at us. It turns at the last second and skims my face and then skims Luke’s face. Dude…we were petrified. We just laid there frozen. We didn’t say a word until morning. I don’t know if we slept or not.

That morning Cappo was gone. The mom came downstairs and starts cooking breakfast, and the dad comes down and they are both super nice and friendly. I’m like “uhh, this is weird…because that dad wanted to kill us a few hours ago and that shit was weird.” Cappo comes in. He had gone with the son somewhere in the van.  Cappo comes in and is like, “ok guys, time to go, gotta get on the road.” We’re like, “nah dude we’re gonna have breakfast.” He says, “nope, gotta go, gotta get to the next stop, right now. Seriously, right now, everybody out.” It was super weird. We all grab our shit as Cappo hurries us out, we get in the van and the family comes out to say goodbye. Cappo floors it out of there, and we go ripping down the street. As soon as we get out of the community, he pulls into this parking lot and turns around.  Everyone is wondering what he is doing. Cappo says, “that fucking place is haunted. You don’t know how lucky we are to have gotten the hell out of there. That dad is psychotic, he’s beating the kid. The kid told me. The kid’s older brother hung himself from those rafters. The parents are crazy. The kid is all fucked up. We are fucking lucky.” I was like sick to my stomach. I think Luke may have been crying. We got the hell out of there. Seriously man… craziest shit ever. Craziest and scariest shit I’ve ever seen. Luke knows what I am talking about. That was a fucking ghost.

MIKE AND THE CITY GARDENS CROWD | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

MIKE AND THE CITY GARDENS CROWD | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

MIKE JUDGE – PART IX
November 18th, 2013 by Tim
MIKE AND PORCELL WITH JUDGE AT CITY GARDENS, TRENTON, NJ | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

MIKE AND PORCELL WITH JUDGE AT CITY GARDENS, TRENTON, NJ | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

I learned how to play guitar by the time we were writing the music for Bringin’ It Down. Chung King was a disaster. We ended up at Normandy Sound. We weren’t trying to be metal, but we made a conscious effort to play a little slower and really find a groove. We didn’t like how that Chung King recording turned out. I don’t hear the metal in the Bringin’ It Down record like people talk about. I guess the intro of “Like You” has a little bit of that. I don’t think I wrote a complete song on that record, I just wrote parts. Porcell would finish everything off. It had a feel I suppose, but I just never thought it was metal.

There were a few differences in things from the Chung King recording to the recording of Bringin’ It Down. Like, Porcell told me not to sing the “stay off the tracks” line at the end of the song “Bringin’ It Down.” He thought it was corny. But I sing that line when we do the song now. I like it.

When Jimmy left, we were in a pinch. Matt came into the band through Sammy and had little time to get up to speed. We were about to go to Normandy Sound. We needed a bass player and he was good, he could play really well. He was young, like Sammy’s age, and I didn’t know him. But nothing ever really bothered me about Matt. Once we got on tour he started smoking cigarettes, which annoyed the fuckin’ shit out of me. One time on tour we stopped somewhere so the other dudes could go in a river. We were always stopping for that sort of thing. So we stop and Matt and I stayed at the van while the other dudes went swimming and I was laying in the loft. Matt couldn’t go in the river because he had a fucked up toe. He got out of the van to smoke a cigarette with the van door’s open. He was smoking it right next to the open door…it was like he was going out of his way for me to know he was smoking. I never said anything mean to Matt, because I loved him. But that time, I had to say, “Matt you are fucking poking at a tiger right now, and I will tear you apart if you blow smoke in this van one more time.” As far as someone even smoking in Judge…see, I wrote all those lyrics. I couldn’t expect those guys to come close to even knowing what I was talking about. Those weren’t their lyrics and that was fine. Like, Sammy and Matt are so far from how I grew up it’s not even funny. Sammy had a freaking elevator in his house in the city. I had a wood burning stove on a farm. But that’s fine. I got along with those dudes, I love them. They were my vehicle in Judge and that wasn’t lost on me.

That first Judge tour (summer ’89) was tough because of how many rumors had gone around.  Every town had a guy who wanted to prove that I wasn’t all that tough. We would show up and all these exaggerated, blown-out-of-proportion-stories had already beat us to that town based on stuff that happened in the last town we had played. When we got to California, these dudes wanted us to come out and fight these racists at a Klan rally. We were staying at Mike Madrid’s house and I answered the phone. This dude starts telling me, not knowing it’s me, that they need Judge to come out and fight these dudes for them. Like, he really thought we were gonna come in there and just fight people left and right for whatever cause. I’m thinking, “what are we, fucking Navy Seals?” The rumors were insane. We would show up somewhere and we’d ask the local kids what they had heard, and then I’d be listening in on these “Mike Judge stories.” There was all sorts of stupid shit. A good one was that I lived in Germany because I had killed a cop, and I rode around on a motorcycle in Germany with his head on my handlebars. Just far fetched ridiculous shit. But people said this stuff and believed it, or at least wondered about it.

LARS, DYLAN, PORCELL, MATT, SAMMY AND MIKE, BACK STAGE AT CITY GARDENS, POST "WHERE IT WENT" VIDEO SHOOT SHOW | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

LARS, DYLAN, PORCELL, MATT, SAMMY AND MIKE, BACK STAGE AT CITY GARDENS, POST “WHERE IT WENT” VIDEO SHOOT SHOW | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

We had met the Integrity guys when I was in YOT. We hit it off, especially with Chubby Fresh. Then we went out to Cleveland in Judge and those dudes love us. Dwid really loved us. After that, Dwid sent me a demo tape of his band Integrity. They had crossed baseball bats and “hard edge” written with their name, and I’m like “ohhh man, this is all my fault.” Then Bringin’ It Down comes out and not long after that Dwid is convinced that I’m a pussy and I sold out and all this shit. Every interview he did in a fanzine was the same thing with him talking all this shit. We left on tour and got out to Cleveland and when we pull into town Chubby Fresh runs up and he’s like “hey what’s up man!” He goes off with the other guys in the band. I tell Todd, “go find Dwid and bring him to the van.” Todd comes back with Dwid and Dwid is like, “hey Mike what’s up man, how’s it going?! I love the new record bro!” I’m like, “come on into the van, man.” So I handed him all the fanzines where he said shit about me. Me and Todd made him read all of the interviews to me out loud. All the parts where he said I was a sell out and a faggot and a pussy…I made him read it right to me. He was like, “awww man you know how it is! They always misquote me!” Todd and I were just laughing. I wasn’t gonna kick his ass or anything. It was more fun to watch him read those parts and try to explain it.

The dynamic on the road changed with Todd there. I could relax and enjoy it because I wasn’t watching my back anymore. On that first tour, I wouldn’t even see the guy coming. I’d get suckered by somebody. It happened a few times, but it was stressful because every show had a guy trying to intimidate me, and you never knew when something was gonna go down. People wanted to knock off the “hard” New York guy. It was never the big cities. It was the little towns. We were on the road, we’re not making any money, ten people are showing up at the gig and five of them are there to show off to their girlfriends and intimidate me. Like, come on. After that, I told those dudes in the band, “I am picking someone to come on the road with us next time.” For the other guys in the band, they had a great old time. It was no worry to them.

(We asked Mike if he had any issue with Lars coming into the band given the fact that Lars played in Uppercut, who notoriously wrote the song “Am I Clear?” and obviously took a different stance regarding SE as a band than Judge ever did. Mike said he had never even heard Uppercut, didn’t know anything about the song, and that Lars worked out fine.)

Ryan Hoffman from Chain Of Strength had been out on the east coast, I guess before Lars, and he played a show or two with us on second guitar. I don’t remember the circumstances but in YOT we had stayed at his house for weeks out in California. His family put us up, was really good to us, and we hung a lot. I don’t know what the deal was with him playing in Judge but I think he moved back west. He’s a really good guy.

"WHERE IT WENT" VIDEO SHOOT, PRE SHOW FOOTAGE | PHOTO: UNKNOWN

“WHERE IT WENT” VIDEO SHOOT, PRE SHOW FOOTAGE | PHOTO: UNKNOWN

With the “Where It Went” video shoot, I remember wondering, “are you sure we should be doing a video? Will anybody show up?  City Gardens is a big place and we’ll look really foolish if nobody shows.” I remember being stoked because it was totally packed.  We kept having to do the song over and over for the video and I was nervous because the crowd might not be digging that. The worst part was that we had to lip synch and act like we were doing the song. It was our buddy Eric doing the video. He was in film school and we had the idea to do the video, but he could do it cheap. There was no talk about what it would be like. We just hoped the crowd would go off for us and we could have good live footage in the video. Man, the City Gardens crowd went off for us that night. That was a great time and a great club.

Once Todd was in as our roadie, it was fun. On one tour we were headed home and stopped in the Rocky Mountains because it looked so cool. There was this Indian chick selling trinkets and shit on the side of the road. We hit it off with her and she gives us this thing to “bless our van for good travels.” It was this bag of green shit that she tells us we are supposed to put on the muffler and it would smoke and bless the van. I’m like “uhhhh…thank you?” So I just put it in my bag. Then we get to Texas and are pulled over. I’m in the front passenger seat and there were two or three cops. They had chewing tobacco, bad southern hick accents, total typical Dukes of Hazzard shit. They are saying, “why loookee here, they’re from New York! They’re from New York!” They ask us all to get out of the van. They say “we’re gonna look in the van.”  They started going through my bag and I’m not even thinking about it, but they find this baggie of green shit. He thought he hit the jackpot. The one cop is like “oh my god!  Look at this!  Whataya we got here yankee boys?!” Porcell whispers to me, “what’s that?!” I’m like, “Oh shit…that Indian chick.” So the hick cop wants to know what it is and where I got it, and I say, “Look…you’re not going to believe this.  Soooo, we met this Indian chick…by the side of the road…near the Rocky Mountains…and she said if I put this on our tailpipe, it would smoke and bless our van.” The dude was not fucking laughing at all. He steps towards me and says, “boy…did you say, Indian, on the ride of the road, near the rocky mountains? Boy, listen here. Just tell me where the goddamn drugs are.”

So they start walking around. They see an anti-klan sticker on the van and they start saying, “ohhh why look at this! These yankee boys are a bunch of nigger lovers!” Now they’re looking at me. They say, “so what’s it like in New York?  Ever have a nigger chick?” I’m like, uhhhh…I don’t know what to say. I’m just disgusted. He spits out chewing tobacco on my Vans. It was like a bad movie. They start this thing with each other then. “Hey Roy, ever have a nigger?” “Naw I never had no nigger. What about you Bob, you ever have a nigger?” “Naw, I never had no nigger.” 

(Todd: They find this thing of patchouli oil in one of Porcell’s bags. They say, “oh boy!!! Jackpot!” I jump in and I say, “officer, it’s nothing. It’s patchouli. It’s like cologne.”  Porcell is giggling. I’m like, “Porcell, dude…stop giggling. We’re about to get ass fucked RIGHT NOW.” The cop looks at us and says, “if I smell that, and I get fucked up, ya’ll are gonna die.” So he smells it and he says, “GODDAMNIT BOY! You smell like a mothball!!!” Then the other cop says “does this shit get you laid in New York?”)

There are a thousand of these stories…

JUDGE "WHERE IT WENT" VIDEO SHOOT SHOW CROWD | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

JUDGE “WHERE IT WENT” VIDEO SHOOT SHOW CROWD | PHOTO: KEN SALERNO

MIKE JUDGE – PART VIII
November 11th, 2013 by Ed
JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX | PHOTO: ERIC BLOMQUIST

JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX | PHOTO: ERIC BLOMQUIST

Leading up to the recording of the seven inch, we rehearsed at Giant and the rehearsals consisted of Porcell playing guitar and me play drums. Then Porcell plays guitar and I sing over that. When we got to Fury’s that’s how we did it. We rehearsed maybe three or four times. Since we lived together we’d go over stuff at the apartment, too. Originally I wrote everything on a bass. Porcell polished it all up. I had all the words. When we got to Fury’s it was me and him taking turns doing each thing putting it all together. Jimmy had helped me write Fed Up, musically. All those words were written way before the music came into play. He helped me write Fed Up because I knew exactly what I wanted and it was simple. I fuckin’ loved the BOLD song “Wise Up.” I couldn’t play guitar so I couldn’t even learn Wise Up to rip it off. So I went to Jimmy and I said “Jimmy I want to rip this song off, totally. But I want it to say Fed Up instead of Wise Up.” It was that basic. So Jimmy wrote it, and I had to bring it to Porcell. And I had no idea how to show it to Porcell, so we wrote it down on paper, like notes.

Everything else I wrote, but it was written in parts and then Porcell and I put it all together as songs. The words had come over the years at different times, so many were from when I was young. I had written songs like “Drugs Can’t Help” as a little kid…but I mean, I would never say something like that in that nice of a way. That’s just stupid. So the real old lyrics never made it to Judge. I have this old trunk with all these old lyrics and photos and shit. I dug photos out from when we recorded at Fury’s and put those up online. Fury was totally psyched on those. He said that was like a landmark session at that studio.

The experience of recording that record was awesome. We did it around Christmas and I remember walking to the studio and down near Mulberry Street they were selling Christmas trees and it was just an awesome time in New York. I had no idea I was recording this record that would change my whole life and carry so much weight. The whole experience was perfect. Walking to the studio with Christmas trees on the sidewalk, and that smell of the trees and Christmas. It was just a really special thing.

So once we started recording, we had the music like 95% done and then we had to do vocals. I remember Porcell going, “dude, have you ever really sang? What’s it sound like.” I was like, “I don’t know, it’s been a long time. I’ve been screaming in my fucking car just to see…but I don’t know.” I had been singing in practices at Giant, but you’d have to see the old Giant studios…that studio was pure shit, you couldn’t hear anything. So he had no sense of what I sounded like and neither did I. But at Fury’s, I let it all out on that first song, and it was crystal clear. Before I started, I made them turn off the lights in the vocal room, and in their control room. They couldn’t see me, and I couldn’t see them. It was black. The song started and I went. When it ended, the lights came on.  Porcell goes “oh my God man!!! It’s fucking awesome dude! You sound like you’re fucking possessed! Holy shit it sounds great!”

Hearing it back was a little weird. I wanted to sound like Choke. I wanted to sound like Brannon. To get into the mood to write, I would listen to Last Rights. Chunks was so fucking heavy. I wanted that. It didn’t have to be super fast or crunchy. It can be a mood. I think the best thing Judge ever did was The Storm. That was perfect in what I wanted. It’s not like “crunch heavy” with like a low chugging thing. It’s just a big open structure with ringing guitars and this fucking mood. I feel so evil inside hearing that. When I hear that drum beat, it changes my mood instantly. It’s like a switch in my head. I wish I could go on the other side and just hear it performed instead of being in it as the singer. But it’s also the song I can’t wait to sing.

So after I did the vocals, we did the back-ups.  That was fun as hell.  It was me, Porcell, Sammy, Luke…it was a blast.

JUDGE - "NEW YORK CREW" FIRST PRESS, SCHISM RECORDS

JUDGE – “NEW YORK CREW” FIRST PRESS, SCHISM RECORDS

My girlfriend at the time, Anne, was cheating on me with this skinhead. I didn’t even care because I was creating this perfect thing, this perfect record. I remember she was with him and her and I had to talk and he was there with her and it was right when the whole recording was finished. But I didn’t even care, it didn’t even bother me. She was like “things just aren’t working out with us.” I was like “ok yep that’s fine!” I just didn’t care. I actually said, “yeah…umm, nevermind that – listen to this!” So I put the tape in the boombox to play it because I’m so excited. She’s like “what the fuck is wrong with you?” I’m like, “never mind that!  Listen to this part!!!” And the skinhead goes, “man what is this?” I sai,d “this is my fucking new band, Judge.” He goes, “man this is fucking awesome!” So here’s my old lady cheating on me with this skinhead and we’re sitting around a boombox listening to it going “it’s fucking great!” So she says to me, “look, umm…I’ll get rid of him, so do you want to hang out later?” I’m like “nah look I have to take this to Brooklyn and play it for other people.” I just didn’t even care about anything other than that recording and how it had come out.

When we were done recording, I figured that was it.  We’d put it out as a record, I’d wait for MRR to slam it, I’d laugh about it, and that would be it. But people freaked out about it when it came out. People responded to it. But I never planned for it to be a band.  I thought it was just a record.

The idea for the hammers was mine. It was the Cockney Rejects, I loved them. I always loved that. It was hard, man. Those hammers are just hard. At the time I didn’t know the hammers would end up as any continuous theme or reference point in Judge. I just knew I wanted that logo. I had no idea those hammers were gonna live with me the rest of my fuckin’ life. It just worked out that way. I ended up having the hammers tattooed on me after that, but later on I had motorcycle club tattoos tattooed near them and around them. When I got out of the club I either had to have the tattoos covered up…or I had to have them cut off if I was found.  So, I covered them. But those hammers are still there underneath it all.

I didn’t have anything to do with the cover of the record. When Alex and Porcell handed me that cover all finished I said, “damn that’s pretty awesome.” That’s me on the B Side label wearing Richie’s New Balances. All of us used to trade sneakers and share each other’s stuff. I’m sitting by Some Records in the steps that go down to the basement apartment. Those guys were standing over me taking the photo. Those gloves were gardening gloves. They weren’t construction gloves. I had gotten into the city to hang out and do those photos and it was cold. We were gonna go tag “JUDGE” all over the city. I stopped in a bodega and all they had were these fucking ladies gardening gloves. I bought them and put X’s on them. They aren’t the construction gloves that people think they are.

The back cover photo of Porcell is him up front at a Crippled Youth show, you can see Matt in the photo. Porcell was dancing during their set.

NEW YORK CREW DON FURY'S RECORDING SESSION PHOTOS

NEW YORK CREW DON FURY’S RECORDING SESSION PHOTOS

So the record came out and that was it for a while. We hadn’t gotten members or made it anything other than something Porcell and I recorded and put out. Months later, it was like a Wednesday or Thursday and there was a show at the Anthrax that somebody was playing that Fridaynight. Porcell says, “dude, let’s have Judge play Friday night.”  I was like, “hmmm, alright.”  He said, “I’ll get Drew, you get Jimmy Yu. We’ll do it.” It was that fast. We got it all together and met up at Don Fury’s on the way to the show for a really quick rehearsal. It was just spur of the moment. We rehearsed the seven inch songs and “We Just Might.”  That was the stipulation, we had to play that.  I don’t know who else played. It was weird having people sing along to my words, especially when a lot of the kids were younger. I was pushing for the reaction of people getting mad at me at that first show. I wanted that. Instead, I got all this support. It was weird. But we thought we should keep it going.

We ended up getting Luke and he played with us for a while. He had really wanted to stay in the band, but Raybies didn’t want him in another band in addition to Warzone. Ray didn’t come up to me and directly say he didn’t want it happening, but he sort of asked me about the intentions of the band with Luke. He basically said that Warzone had the same plans as Judge, and that Luke was in Warzone before Judge, and that if Judge was going to take him they would have to get a new drummer. I basically said that if Luke needs to make a decision, then we’d find a new drummer. Luke was bummed, but it was only right. I didn’t even know Sammy.  Sammy was friends with Porcell. I was good friends with Jules, but I didn’t know Sammy that well. Sammy worked out. I never really thought about his age. It was tough finding bass players and drummers.  We were happy to have him, and he brought Matt into the band with him because at that point Jimmy couldn’t stay in.

People took to the band and the message. They liked it so much that I started seeing that these words that I wrote were causing people to act on them. I thought maybe I fucked up, that I started bad shit. I thought maybe I was the beginning of the wrong thing.  I put myself out there and had to back it up. Whereas in something like Project X, it wasn’t serious. I thought it was hoaky. I thought that they were doing a caricature of how I really felt at the time. I thought the fake names were a little goofy. Those guys weren’t hard, you know?

I wrote these songs and words and put my ass on the line and once it became a band I was by myself. Porcell is basically a pacifist. And the other guys in the band are fifteen year old kids. In every town we came into on the road, every tough guy wanted to fight me since I was the guy from New York who said what he said. Jimmy was a fighter, a hot head. But he never toured with us. He was already into the temple and on his way to becoming an interpreter for a monk. So he didn’t tour, he just played locally. After the first tour we did I realized that when it came time to back up these words, I would be by myself. That’s how Todd came in. Because when it was time to stand up and throw hands, he’d be there with me. I needed him there.

We started writing new material. Porcell was real gung ho about Judge. I never asked him if Cappo gave him any shit about it while YOT was still going. Cappo at the time told me he didn’t like the message. He thought I was un-doing what took him years to accomplish. I laughed. He knew how I felt about YOT at that point. It bothered me because he finally got the balls up to confront somebody…but of all people, that person was me. I don’t know. I love Ray. I don’t want to come off like I am talking bad about him. There’s an ego that drives his motives a lot of times and maybe back then. I don’t think he was upset that I was putting a negative message out…I think he was upset that I was putting out a message, period. I was supposed to be YOT’s boy, and now the baby has grown and he’s not cute anymore. But I want to be really clear that I do love Ray. That was a long time ago.

SAMMY, MIKE, PORCELL AND JIMMY | PHOTO: ALEX BROWN

SAMMY, MIKE, PORCELL AND JIMMY | PHOTO: ALEX BROWN

Writing the LP songs, I was still listening to the same stuff to get pumped, musically. Lyrically, I listened to a lot of Neil Young. But I had always been doing that. I always thought he was the master of writing lyrics, the master of being brutally honest with a life that is put into lyrics as an open wound that you can just sit there and pick at. What I wrote for lyrics, that is my damage. It’s the best way for me to let it out and write it down, and what fits in a song fits in a song.

The song “Bringin’ It Down” had two of three other verses that we had to cut out because the song wasn’t long enough. It was going to be the Judge theme song. It was supposed to be the message statement:  stomping out the drug abuse, stomping out the ignorance, stomping out the racism. There was a lot more to it about booze and drugs, but it got cut down.

“Take Me Away” had a bunch of different parts to it. Part of it is about how some people are into music just based on how the music sounds…it’s about people who don’t care about the message. I would meet all these people that were really getting into Hare Krishna, but they weren’t really into the message, they were just into the image. There was no spirituality, there was just a fashion.  I was commenting on that. It was about how I didn’t want to learn any spiritual stuff just to get over on someone who hasn’t taken the time to learn that shit. Some of those Krishna bands were like that. I met so many people who were simply into wanting to find a mall that sold the yellow mustard and haircut and a robe. Even before Shelter started, I was meeting people who were getting into it. People were saying they were stoked on it, but they were really just stoked that it gave them a reason to hang out with Ray and get close with him. It was just a way into something. If I could read a book and learn things to say and get over on some fools because they haven’t taken the time to figure out if I’m full of shit or not…where does that get me?

There’s other parts in the song that are about some guys who were dangerous NYHC types even though they were into spirituality.  They were pushing this message, but at the end of the day they are the guys that are the first ones to feed on the meek, use them, and throw them away.

I was also wondering that if there is some all-powerful something or another out there, then maybe I shouldn’t have to try so fucking hard to keep myself in check. I’ve always said that I’m one slip away from being some fucking drug addict in an alleyway. I always feel like I am going through life driving down the road with the devil riding shotgun telling me to turn here or turn there. If there is something so good out there to protect, then why am I fighting this hard to just keep myself alive? You know, like, if you’re really here, then you take the wheel for a second…fucking help me out.

There was a lot of shit going on when my dad was sick and dying over the course of two years around that time. I wasn’t good at just sitting down and writing a song about one thing. That song has bits from all over the place. But watching my dad, I thought, “why does this have to happen, and why does it have to be so slow. Why can’t you just take the life? Why do you have to take the dignity and self-respect first? And what is the reward?  How can all that shit happen if there’s something so great out there?” It just doesn’t make sense to me.

By that point in Judge, Porcell was with me but I didn’t know Matt or Sammy well. They were younger and that was fine. I already came to the conclusion that I’m a little fucked up in my mindset, and that’s just the way that it is. I could be surrounded by all my good friends, but at some point in the night, I’m gonna feel alone anyways. It’s just how my mind works. But I had realized that I don’t have a problem with that…with feeling alone in a crowd, so to speak.

I knew we needed to shift gears moving forward with Judge. I talked to Porcell about it. Even after the seven inch came out and it got the reaction it did, I had started to write lyrics that explained why I wrote those original lyrics. With the new lyrics, I wanted people to see that I’m all fucked up, that they shouldn’t take my words as the truth. But the more I explained that, it was like people identified with it more. It was different from YOT where we were all supposed to be healthy, happy, free and love each other. In Judge the lyrics were ugly and showed that I didn’t have it all figured it. But man…people took to it…

MIKE, SAMMY, PORCELL AND JIMMY | PHOTO: ALEX BROWN

MIKE, SAMMY, PORCELL AND JIMMY | PHOTO: ALEX BROWN

MIKE JUDGE – PART VII
November 3rd, 2013 by Ed
JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX | PHOTO: ERIC BLOMQUIST

JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX | PHOTO: ERIC BLOMQUIST

I was pissed on the people coming down on YOT and Ray for the positive message of the band. But I was also wanting to lash out at YOT for not knowing when that positivity isn’t going to work to get through to people. Those guys in Detroit…nothing was going to get through to them. In my mind only one thing would get through to them. Those guys in Detroit thought they got over on us. So what good is a positive message when people are just laughing in your face about it?

Eventually we were in Florida on a YOT tour and the van broke down and we stayed at these girls’ apartment for a week and the van was parked in a junk yard. We would each take turns sleeping in the van guarding the equipment and during the day we would work in the junkyard to pay for parts to fix the van. So on my night to sleep in the van I was there I came up with the idea and name of Judge. I came up with lyrics and this and that, and Porcell came down to keep me company. He asked what I was doing and I said “when I get back to NYC I’m quitting YOT and this is what I am doing.” He was like “why, guy? Guy you can’t do that!” I said “I can’t keep doing this and letting people walk all over us.” I explained more and then finally he said “man that sounds really cool. So…do you need a guitar player?”

We sat there all night talking about this band that didn’t even really exist yet. We developed the whole plan for Judge. Before I was Mike Judge I was Mike James. I had stopped using my last name for a long time. People also called me Mike DBD. Calling the band Judge was about the band being an authority figure. Everything that you’re not supposed to be in this music…I wanted to show that and force it on people. That authority voice, that cop attitude, that hard stance. I wanted that. Something like SSD…something you saw in big block letters that was right there in your face…something that would look good as a tattoo. That’s what I had in mind. Once I said the name of the band was Judge, Porcell called me Mike Judge.

We said that at the first show we’ll do “We Just Might” because Cappo refused to sing it anymore. Porcell was on board with all of this. I already had a couple songs in mind when I told Porcell. I had things in my head from that YOT tour. Passing time on that tour, I was thinking about just shutting people up. Personally, I wanted to let those types of people know that all of that preaching that bands like YOT were doing, well I will do it too, and I will also go out of my way to shove it down your throat. And I won’t back down if you call me out on it. MRR had made YOT out to be like borderline nazis and militant, which is so ridiculous because you couldn’t be more of a pacifist than Ray. I wanted to say to MRR “you think that is bad? Oh…just wait. Just wait until you see what I have in mind.” I wanted to be as confrontational and over the top as I could.

When we got back to NY and before I quit, Cappo booked a rehearsal at Fury’s and wanted to show everyone new songs for a new YOT record because he was going to write it. It wasn’t a collaboration. It was Cappo wanting to show us what he had written. It was his deal and it was his band. I know that YOT is Porcell’s legacy too, but being in the band at that time, it was Ray’s band. There weren’t decisions made that Ray didn’t agree with.

MIKE WITH JUDGE AT SPANKY'S IN RIVERSIDE, CA | PHOTO: DAVE SINE

MIKE WITH JUDGE AT SPANKY’S IN RIVERSIDE, CA | PHOTO: CHAD TIMMRECK

I had made it up in my mind that night that I would tell Cappo I was done. I remember Cappo had a bass and I forget if Walter had quit or if Walter had just been filling in for Craig, but at that point there was no bass player. Cappo started showing us this song called “Blind Patriot,” and once it was time for us to hop on our instruments, nobody really moved. I said “look Ray, I’m done.” He said “wait…just like that? I said, “Yeah, just like that. Sorry.” That was it. I got up and left. I remember I got out onto the street and started walking towards the Bowery. They must have stopped the practice right there because a few minutes later Cappo walked right past me. Porcell and Richie caught up and started walking with me home and it didn’t even come up. We knew YOT was done.

Richie was a lot like I was in the context of YOT. I don’t know what would have happened if I didn’t split. I think he wanted out. He had this whole rap thing he was going to do. He wasn’t singing for Underdog but I don’t know what he was up to doing. He and Porcell were tight. In NY they always went to the gym together and were super close. In California they always wanted to go lay out in the sun together. But Richie and I had some old NY ties in common and we had gotten close with time. We shared gripes. I really liked Richie.

I liked them all and still do. I just couldn’t be in a band with Ray. We didn’t agree on everything. As a front man, he’s second to none. He’s awesome. The guy is great. He’s got charisma, he’s a wild man, and he has an awesome voice. It was great to have the best seat in the house playing drums watching him. I remember one time I was playing and using this drum rack set up and playing a college bar type deal with nobody there except college kids who were all drunk and didn’t know who we were. Cappo was trying to really get his message across and make an impact and they weren’t having it. Out of nowhere, Cappo does this crazy full on jump/dive onto the drum set and broke the rack. Going back to even the first time I saw YOT play, he was awesome. A natural.

I didn’t feel old amongst my peers in YOT or Judge. I wish I was older. I wish I could have seen the Dead Boys at CB’s. I see video of that and it almost brings tears to my eyes. I was just one year too young. I just missed it. That’s how Cappo and Porcell were about A7, they just missed it and they wanted the stories. So being a little older, it sort of got me a little respect, people wanted to hear about it. I think those guys got me to play in YOT to make them a more legitimate NY band, and I think they wanted Richie for the same reasons. They wanted that old NY thing, they wanted us in that, they wanted to share in that. Those dudes loved to talk about old NY and the early eighties scene, and when they got Richie and me – guys that actually played the A7 – it was something they wanted and I think that’s fine.

By the time I was in YOT, Ray really was a pacifist and the band had sort of calmed a bit. After I was out of the band, I didn’t really know what was going on with them. People always ask me about this and that with YOT after I left the band, like why I’m not in the No More video, for example. I didn’t even know about it. People say to me, “everyone is in that video.” Well I didn’t know anything about it. I have never heard We’re Not In The Alone, other than one song…(Keep It Up). I have been told it was written about me, I don’t know. I take it all with a grain of salt. I’m not sour about anything. I owe Cappo a lot and owe YOT a lot. It is still special to me.

MIKE JUDGE AND MATT BOLD | PHOTO: ALEX BROWN

MIKE JUDGE AND MATT BOLD | PHOTO: ALEX BROWN

When I was in YOT, the bands in the city had been getting tighter as friends. YOT and GB and Warzone…it was a fun time to be a part of what was happening in New York and we definitely had a clique. When I joined YOT, those guys convinced me to live in Brooklyn at the Schism house. It was Cappo, Porcell, Alex Brown, and me. Probably the coolest thing about that was that two of the sickest record collections were at my disposal: Ray and Porcell’s. They had it all, tons of rare shit, Dangerhouse records, stuff I had never seen, all at my disposal.

Cappo wasn’t really around a lot while I was living there because he had a girlfriend in Manhattan. Alex was around but he went to school a lot. It was mostly me and Porcell. Me and Porcell have always gotten along. But I couldn’t handle the city. Street lights that never go off, the constant noise, it was too much and I was used to visiting there but not living there. Where I was from, when it got dark outside, it got dark and it got quiet. I need to be able to go into the woods…whether it’s in my Jeep or just walking. I need to go into deep woods and just chill out. I need to do that every day. I still do it. It’s the country boy in me. I love the city, but I missed that too much.

Once Porcell and I got Judge together and had the idea to record the first songs, I was oblivious to anything happening in New York or on Revelation or anything around me. I was just consumed and on fire with Judge. I went through notebook after notebook of lyrics and logos. I didn’t notice anything else going on around me, in the scene, anywhere. I saw this thing come together in my head and then in reality and once it was off and running I was just possessed.

Later on in Judge, Porcell and I would do the night drives on tour and on the road, and we’d talk all fuckin’ night. We’d talk about life, and about a lot of music and the stuff each of us was into. We liked different shit. Like, I need to listen to Neil Young every so often or I’ll actually go crazy. We’d listen to Neil Young and talk about the song writing and structures. And Porcell has this thing for Morrissey and I don’t get that. We have our differences…but it’s hard to explain. I love the guy. If you put all our characteristics and personality traits out on the table, you’d say “there’s no way these two should hang together.” But we do, and it’s always been that way. I’m like the bad side of Porcell, I think I bring that out in him. Just like when I told him we had to play We Just Might. He was all stoked and he was like “guy you think?!?!” Like he was into it, but it was a little risky to him. You could tell he wouldn’t go to Cappo about it himself in YOT. But I could bring that to him and he’d get psyched, it was like it was justified. Porcell has a dark side and I’m the working part of that dark side. Judge has that aura of things being bad. I bring that to Porcell. I let him live dangerously…

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MATT AND MIKE WITH JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX | PHOTO: CHUCK MILLER

MIKE JUDGE – PART VI
October 29th, 2013 by Tim
JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX WITH RYAN HOFFMAN OF CHAIN ON 2ND GUITAR | PHOTO COURTESY OF REV

JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX WITH RYAN HOFFMAN OF CHAIN ON 2ND GUITAR | PHOTO: CHUCK MILLER

It’s been awhile and we do apologize, but we’re finally back with part six of our interview with Mike Judge. There’s plenty more to come, so hang in there and enjoy this installment. -Tim DCXX

Seeing YOT was a total re-charge for me. It was like hearing a real hardcore band again. I had lost that. Seeing them was like allowing me to go back and erase the mistakes I had made with the musical direction we had gone in DBD. It helped me reconnect with Mark Ryan. He started Supertouch again and I just started playing with them, but I definitely wasn’t good enough to do what they were doing, especially with Biv in the mix. He was a great guitar player with great ideas and I couldn’t back him at all. I wasn’t talented enough to play what he was playing. I learned to play drums originally in DBD to simply keep a band alive. That interview with Biv on Double Cross where he talked about me was rough. He was saying how my drumming was holding the band back and how once they got Andy things were so much better and on and on. It bummed me out because I was never trying to do anything more than keep the band going. A lot of it had to do with me joining YOT. That pissed them off. Because as soon as I joined YOT we went on tour.

When I was out on tour, we were on our way home and my girlfriend at the time was like “when you get home be careful because Mark Ryan says he has guys that are gonna beat you up for the way you left.” I was like, “uh whatever, ok.” Some of the names mentioned of who was gonna beat me up were people I knew. So the last show YOT was playing on that tour was in Buffalo with Warzone. Some of the guys mentioned were part of the Warzone crew. So when I got there I was expecting something. I wasn’t worried though because Richie was with me in YOT and that guy is a wrecking crew. So I wasn’t scared. But nothing happened and nothing was even hinted at. So now we come home and at the Sunday matinee I’m thinking if it’s going to happen it will be there. So I’m walking up to the show and there’s a car parked right there out in front and the window rolls down and someone calls me over. I forget the guy’s name but it’s a Krishna guy that ran with Harley and Bloodclot. He sticks his head out and says Mike come here.  He was one of the guys that had also been mentioned so I’m like “oh shit here we go.”  I sort of hesitate.  He’s like “come here.”  I’m like “dude I’m not sticking my head in that window.” He’s like “why? I just want to talk.” I say “that’s fine but I’m just not sticking my head in that window.” So he got out and is like “you don’t really think I’m gonna do something to you for Mark Ryan, do you?” He’s like “I would never do anything like that, man.” Me and Mark never really talked at all after that. We were old friends, there were plenty of people playing in other bands, Supertouch had nothing planned. I didn’t leave them stranded or in a bad spot. But it rubbed him the wrong way. There may have been a little thing with him and Cappo that fueled it, but I didn’t do anything wrong. Everyone was in multiple bands…Arthur, Walter, a lot of guys. It just sucked when I read that Biv interview because it made it sound like I held that band back. It seemed unnecessary. Those guys never talked to me and I didn’t talk to them. I saw Mark when I was on BNB radio and it was fine.

Pretty quickly once I was in YOT, I felt like I didn’t belong with those guys. The differences were becoming very obvious to me. I didn’t grow up like Cappo or Porcell. But I needed a band like that because it brought back a music I loved and they were doing it. When they needed a drummer, they moved to New York. I had seen them in Philly and dug it and it reignited something and so I started Supertouch again and got me into it and hanging out in the city. So once they moved down we crossed paths a lot. I think it was the Cro-Mags at the Ritz and I was walking by the pizzeria on St. Marks and Cappo comes running out. He’s like “Mike, we need a drummer for YOT. What do you think, do you wanna try out?” I was like “I mean…I guess, I’ll try out.” He says “that’s awesome” and tells me when and where. At the show, I see Porcell and he says “man I heard you are trying out I am so psyched, I really wanna be in a band with you!”

MIKE ON DRUMS WITH YOUTH OF TODAY | PHOTO UNKNOWN

MIKE ON DRUMS WITH YOUTH OF TODAY | PHOTO UNKNOWN

So I come home and I set up my drums at my girlfriend’s house. I got the Break Down The Walls record playing in my headphones and I can’t even come close to Drew on that. I realize there’s no way I’m getting in that band. I tell Mark Ryan to tell those guys there’s no sense in me even trying out, I can’t play at that speed. Cappo tells Mark I have to just come and try out anyways, begging Mark to get me there. So I go to Giant Studios on 14th street, total shithole. It’s Richie, Cappo and Porcell, and Richie is on guitar and I am playing with him. I can’t even keep up, I’m not even close. I realize it’s over and it’s not for me. I’m already in my mind headed home. So they all go outside to talk and I’m ready to go home because I know it’s over, I’m just sitting there. They come back and are like “you got the gig, we’re going to Canada!”  I’m like, “what?” It didn’t even make sense why they would want me. The next night we rehearse again and I try to play faster and it’s not great but it’s better. I’m just so stoked. Here’s this band that got me back into it and I’m in the band going on tour.

So we go to Canada but right away the differences start popping up. I was different than them. My fuse was short. It’s not the right way, but I settle things with my hands. If I try to talk I stumble over my words and hit you anyways.  Richie was the same way. He was a well-spoken guy but he had a violent streak. I didn’t know him prior to that. I didn’t know him from the early NY scene, we didn’t cross paths. I didn’t know Craig but I had seen him once when NYC Mayhem opened for the Cro-Mags. I really didn’t know these guys, and I didn’t like talking to people, and covered up the shyness with a violent act or two. Richie was very smart and well-spoken but could turn on the violence in an instant. Nasty guy. Craig…I love Craig and he has a heart of gold and is an innocent guy who can be easily taken advantage of and I saw that happen within the band. Being stuck in a van with guys…if you aren’t meshing, things can go horribly wrong. I don’t know if Cappo got off on humiliating Craig but it drove me nuts. I would catch myself laughing and then it made me hate myself and hate the guy who told the joke.

It boiled over with being in Detroit one night. This band playing that night didn’t like YOT and was throwing deer meat and guts and shit on stage as we played. I forget the band. They were corny. I wasn’t vegetarian, but it was the disrespect that really fucking pissed me off. I wanted to send them all home in a box. I was ready to stop playing and handle it. Richie was too. We got done and we’re off in the corner and I’m telling Cappo “let’s go fucking save face.”  He was saying something but it was like Charlie Brown teacher talk to my ears. Unless it was “let’s go kill them,” I didn’t hear it. Richie and I are ready to go confront these guys ourselves. So finally Cappo says “ok look, we’ll all go together.” I’m like fuck yeah, this is on. So we march up to these fucking cats and I am just waiting for the signal, following Cappo. We get up to them and just when it is about to happen, Cappo recites 7 Seconds lyrics to the guy, and marches off. I’m like “what? That’s it?” These guys were laughing at us right in our faces. I was dumbfounded. I realized:  I don’t feel this way. I don’t want to forgive. I’ll forgive, but not right yet. I’ll forgive…but for now I am going to fuck some people up.

There were smaller things, too. At some other show this guy comes up to the table and is giving Cappo a hard time about the cost of the record. And then he gets belligerent and says “fine I don’t want this shitty record anyway.” I’m standing there with Cappo, and I basically go to push Cappo out of the way to clock this fucking guy and Cappo steps in and right there in front of everybody gives me this scolding. I was like “WHAT?” He was always telling me I can’t do that, I can’t pop off like that. I just wanted out, I hated that feeling of being castrated. I didn’t go out of my way to look for fights, but I didn’t feel like everything was settled with Kevin Seconds lyrics. It doesn’t always work. Some people need a fucking beating.

MIKE AND PORCELL HANGING OUT IN A CROWD, WHILE ON THE YOT TOUR | PHOTO UNKNOWN

MIKE AND PORCELL HANGING OUT IN A CROWD, WHILE ON THE YOT TOUR | PHOTO UNKNOWN

MIKE JUDGE – PART IV
September 10th, 2013 by Ed
MIKE AND PORCELL WITH JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX | PHOTO: ERIC BLOMQUIST

MIKE AND PORCELL WITH JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX | PHOTO: ERIC BLOMQUIST

I would have done anything to be in a band. If I had to learn to play drums, fine. So playing drums in DBD was no problem. I wanted to do it that bad, just be in a band. If I had to play a triangle, I would have played a fuckin’ triangle. I wanted to feel like I belonged in something. I loved that feeling of something or someone is depending on me and I was coming through. No matter what it took, I’d do it. I wasn’t good at drums but I could keep a beat. I wasn’t uncoordinated. I couldn’t do anything cool but I could play a steady beat…slow/fast/slow/fast. That was all I needed for DBD. That lasted a long time. It wasn’t until the band started doing crazy shit that I couldn’t totally pull it off. I remember the last show before we broke up the first time was at CB’s when everyone was going metal. We did an Iron Maiden cover, I think it was Run To The Hills and there were all these crazy fills and I couldn’t do it and after the set I said “I quit” because I felt like we embarrassed ourselves. At the time, Agnostic was doing it too, they had metal songs. But hardcore felt like it was dying this ugly death. After that, I stopped going to shows completely and was totally heartbroken. I thought punk and hardcore died in NY at that time, the style changed so much. That AF record didn’t sound hardcore anymore, it was just changing and everyone was doing it. I remember JFA had come out here and we played a show with them and their drummer told us they were doing this metal band at home. It was like, man, all this stuff that saved my life is dying. I thought that what DBD did at CB’s at that last show was a part of it and I was mad at myself for not seeing what we were doing, until it was too late. So I went home and hid out and didn’t go see anybody. I dropped out totally.

Mark Ryan called me one night and he’s like, “dude I need to go see this band play and I need a ride.” I’m like, “dude I’m not going to any show.” And he’s like, “please man you’ll love this band.” I said, “where?” He tells me Philly and I tell him there’s no way I’m going all the way out there. He’s begging me, like, “dude these guys are incredible, they are a hardcore band playing hardcore the way it is supposed to be played, the way we started playing it and they are gonna spark it all back up inside you. They are called Youth Of Today.” So I say ok fine, whatever man. I had never heard of Youth Of Today but he’s telling me on the way they are from CT, they are really cool guys, they play old time hardcore and they are trying to move to NY and if they do they will bring hardcore back, and there’s this other band of younger dudes named Crippled Youth.

So we get there and I meet Cappo and he was dressed the way we were dressed at the end – hooded sweatshirt, Nike Airs, rolled up jeans. That’s how we dressed before we stopped playing and before shit changed. The first thing I saw was that and I’m thinking “wow that’s weird…he’s a Connecticut dude dressing like how we had been dressing in New York a few years ago.” It was weird. We had picked up on that look from Boston. I actually have a cool little story about this, it’s like my little story. When I was a freshman in high school and still wasn’t down with everybody or with the punk rockers in school, Pete Karlen, who played bass in Sand In The Face, was my closest friend. We were tight. He was like the first guy besides Howard I was close with. This guy was my age, were were influenced by these older punk rock guys but we were at the same stage in our lives. We would listen to records and go over to each other’s house. This one time his mom had to go to Boston for work and he said, “do you wanna go with me? We can go record shopping.” So I decide to go. We get up there and his Mom drops us off at Newbury Comics. In New York record stores looked the same, like Bleeker Bob’s with flyers everywhere and shit. This place though was clean and very well organized and nice. I remember walking in and there was this huge step ladder and this kid sitting on it with a shaved head, Hobie shirt, jeans rolled up, and Adidas high tops. We go to the punk section and this kid goes, “that record just came out and has some good Boston bands on it.” It was the Unsafe At Any Speed record. And he says, “check that record out too, it’s been out a while but it has good Boston bands on it.” That was the “This Is Boston” record. And he points out another record and says “that’s my band’s record.” It was DYS Brotherhood. It was Jon Anastas sitting there. I didn’t know that at the time, he was just a kid. So I buy that record too and we are sitting in the car just studying it. I would always just study the shit out of records and look at everything. So I’m looking at the back of this and I was just like, “wow that guy that sold us the record is THAT guy.”

JUDGE AT THE PIPE DRAGON, BUFFALO NY, SPRING 1988 | PHOTO: GEOFF NICHOLSON

JUDGE AT THE PIPE DRAGON, BUFFALO NY, SPRING 1988 | PHOTO: GEOFF NICHOLSON

Right when I got home I went to the mall and bought those Adidas high-tops. Everyone had Nike Airs because Al SSD had them on but I had the Adidas because I was just tripped out that the guy that sold us the record was in DYS. We started wearing hoodies because there was a point where the guys from the metal band Anthrax would come to matinees every weekend and go on the dance floor. They would just act stupid. They had no class. It just drove me fucking nuts. It was bothering me. So I came up with this thing. I called it “Dance Floor Justice.” When these guys would go out and do this stupid shit and throw punches because they thought that’s what we were doing…I would go and I would hurt them. I’d be wearing the hoodie and fuckin’ pull it over my hood and tie it down so they couldn’t tell who hit them. So we all started wearing them. At first we bought these cheap blue hoodies at Port Authority for like $10 that said “USA” and were these totally stupid tourist things. We wrote “Dance Floor Justice” on the back and fuckin’ pulled the hoods over tight and we went out on the dance floor and stopped that shit. That was the dance floor justice.

So when I’m talking to Cappo that first time meeting him, I was like look at this guy… it’s so weird because he dressed like us. It came full circle. Youth Of Today was everything Mark said it would be. It was like hardcore the way I fell in love with it. Cappo and Porcell told me they were moving to the city. Porcell said, “I remember you. You used to come up to the old Anthrax with the Abused.” I couldn’t remember that specifically but the Abused were like my favorite band so whenever they played, I’d go see them. It was just this weird thing with those guys because they said they remembered me and then when they did come to NY our relationship just got tighter and tighter. It was weird because I didn’t think anything would bring me back and make me love hardcore the way I did. But they did. I still love Can’t Close My Eyes and Break Down The Walls.

I had known about straight edge pretty early because I had the Minor Threat records and I heard stories about the Xs on the hands. As far as Minor Threat…man, I’ve even had people yell at me about this, but I never liked Minor Threat. It’s not that I hate them, I think some songs are great. I think “In My Eyes” is a great song. But a lot of their songs bore the shit out of me. When I saw Minor Threat, I thought MacKaye was a dick the way he talked to people. I never dug it back then. It wasn’t until I sat down and cracked the Get It Away record that straight edge totally hit me. That SSD record was monstrous. That fucking sound with the guitars…it was incredible. I really loved The Kids Will Have Their Say. But it was a nice polished tight record. Get It Away was big and crazy and just heavy…it gave me shivers. That record was the shit. All the times I saw SSD, the “kill the man with a beer in his hand” show at Irving, the AF road trip…SSD was just so mighty. They made everybody else on the bill sound like a little punk rock band playing in a bedroom. SSD were this wall of fucking sound with a crazy singer with a wild voice. Those guys made me feel like saying “I’m Straight Edge.” I still wasn’t putting X’s on my hands, but I would tell people that I was straight edge. If someone said let’s have a beer I’d say, “no, I’m straight edge.”

But it really wasn’t until Johnny Stiff told Cappo that NYC will never go for straight edge that I started really wearing an X at any time. I did it just to say “well it looks like there’s straight edge in New York now, doesn’t it?”

JIMMY, SAMMY, PORCELL AND MIKE WALK THE STREETS OF NYC | PHOTO: UNKNOWN

JIMMY, SAMMY, PORCELL AND MIKE WALK THE STREETS OF NYC | PHOTO: UNKNOWN

MIKE JUDGE – PART III
September 4th, 2013 by Ed
JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX | PHOTO: ERIC BLOMQUIST

JUDGE AT THE ANTHRAX | PHOTO: ERIC BLOMQUIST

Here’s our third installment of the Mike Judge interview and let me assure you, this one right here is a damn good one. If you haven’t caught up with the last two installments, dig into them and then get yourself back to this one pronto. -Tim DCXX

I learned how to take a bus from New Jersey out to New York City. I remember getting in trouble with police at Port Authority. If it was a nighttime show that I was going in to see it was tough because buses stopped running at 1am and if I didn’t make it back in time to catch it I’d have to sleep on a bench at Port Authority. So cops would see me and thought I was a runaway because I was like 13 or 14 years old. They’d be like, “where are you from?” I would tell them what I was doing and they’d be like, “so let’s get this straight…you’re 14, you’re from New Jersey, and you’re sleeping on a bench in Port Authority because you came in here to see some bands? That doesn’t make sense.” It happened a lot, but it was a small price to pay to see those bands and be a part of that. I just fell in love with it and really fell in love with the New York scene. The first friend I made was Vinnie Stigma. He was just cool, and he’d let me crash at his place. So on weekends I’d stay with him. If there wasn’t a show, everyone would hang out at the park on Avenue A at Tompkins Square. You’d go down there and hang out. It was everything I wanted. This whole world was $3 and a half hour ride away. I had companionship there. I loved it.

There were tons of drugs in the city and in Montville too. None of that surprised me. I was already drinking at like 13. I learned it from my Dad. I don’t remember my Dad ever not being drunk. Not necessarily during the day, but he’d work all day and then drink all night. He drank constantly, and then he bought a bar. So he’d never be home because he was too drunk to come home. My brother was the same way. He drank until he killed his liver and then he switched to cocaine. All my family back in West New York were junkies, dropping dead from heroin. My whole life was built around that and from seeing it, it was normal. When my mom died, my dad would send me to my grandmother’s house, his mom’s house in West New York for weekends. My grandmother would pawn me off to my cousin, whose name was Maryann. This was when I was like 8, 9, 10 years old.

My days with my cousin consisted of waking up in the morning, getting in the car with her and her boyfriend, going to the methadone clinic, and once they got their methadone we’d go into the Bronx for them to score heroin and find a movie theater so they could get high. So my first time seeing the movie The Warriors was in a movie theater in the Bronx. I’d sit there, they’d go a few rows back, shoot up, and I’d watch the movie. I was just a little kid. I saw The Warriors like that, I remember seeing King Kong like that. Crazy. I got kicked out once trying to see a double feature because when one movie ended I tried to go see another movie. I got thrown out and there I am standing on a corner in the Bronx waiting for my junkie cousin to come find me. I remember the blackout of ’77 being in her boyfriend’s car, going block to block. They were just robbing people, getting high, hooking up with people for shit. I remember reading Bloodclot’s book where he was talking about the blackout and what he was doing. I totally remember what I was doing. It was fucked up.

That’s what “In My Way” was about, it was about my cousin and that shit I saw. It was written about her. I kept those feelings bottled up for a long time from stuff I saw when I was a little kid. Those lyrics go back to stuff from then. The meaning of that song and the line “those drugs are gonna kill you, if I don’t get to you first” has been debated. When that song came out some people thought I had such a big heart and thought it was positive. Other people said, “no, he’s gonna kill the person if the drugs don’t.” And then someone else would say, “no he wants to help them.” Finally, I think I was reading Double Cross and I couldn’t take it, and I commented and said that it was written about my cousin and I really wanted to kill her. I either wanted to see her get so high that she dies or that I’d stomp on her head. Why? Well, first, cops had found her little daughter out on the sidewalk at 3 in the morning, her daughter was like 5 or 6 years old. They went to my cousin’s house and she’s inside and too fucked up to even know. The cops didn’t even arrest her or take her daughter away from her. And then a couple days later she got so high that she nodded off and the people she was getting high with raped her daughter. I wanted to kill her. I wasn’t around when that happened, I was here in Montville. After that my cousin burned her house down cooking up dope, she passed out and burned the place down. So that’s what “In My Way” was written about. It was pure fucking hate.

JUDGE AT THE PIPE DRAGON, BUFFALO NY, SPRING 1988 | PHOTO: GEOFF NICHOLSON

JUDGE AT THE PIPE DRAGON, BUFFALO NY, SPRING 1988 | PHOTO: GEOFF NICHOLSON

See, when I was that young, I didn’t know that drugs and drinking in general weren’t normal. I realized that doing dope and shit like my cousin was doing wasn’t normal, but I thought fathers just worked and got drunk. I thought big brothers just hung out in bars and snorted cocaine. It wasn’t until I was like 10 or 11 that I realized maybe it wasn’t normal. I remember going to this school dance and I didn’t really wanna go, but I brought a bottle of booze just so I could drink. And I would get drunk fast because I was a little shit kid. I did a lot of drugs. I did everything except heroin. I did lots of acid. I loved anything that made my mind expand. Drinking booze I did because it was easy, especially here in this town back then. Who didn’t? I remember going to shooting ranges with my neighbor’s father with six packs…drinking them and shooting the cans. I did mescaline, acid, mushrooms…anything and everything that would make my already crazy mind even crazier, I loved it. Because then I didn’t need anyone else. I had this active imagination where I had made up these armies of friends anyways, and now on these fuckin’ drugs I can actually see these friends and chill with them and send them to do shit for me and with me. I had been getting drugs in Montville. At least from my experience, the football team had the best drugs. By this point, there was more money in the area and the town exploded. The commute to NYC is 25 minutes, so it’s a perfect spot to live. All the kids who played football were the types who got new Corvettes when they turned 16. I don’t know where they got it, but they were supplying the burnouts with all kinda shit…mescaline, LSD. The punk rockers, not including me, were actually more clean cut. They got the bad rap. I was just fucked up because of my family and I thought it was all normal.

When I started going to NYC to see shows I remember an early trip and it was winter and it was cold and I went to see UK Subs. It was in the middle of the week. Nobody would go with me, so I went by myself. I went across from CB’s before the show and got a bottle of brandy and got fuckin’ loaded before the doors even opened. And when I went in to the show I got beat up really fuckin’ bad. I couldn’t tell you if I started it or not. I was still a wallflower type. I knew by then I had found my scene but I still wasn’t like out socializing. I don’t know why I got beat up but I got handled really, really bad. I remember missing the bus home because I slept in Port Authority and got the first bus back in the morning and dropped off in Pine Brook, right next to Montville. I started walking home and I’m all lumped up, bleeding, fat lip, busted teeth. I really had the boot taken to me. I’m walking while people are going to school and driving past. In that walk I realized I’d never put myself in a position where someone could fuckin’ handle me like that. That was the last time I ever drank. I wasn’t going to be that weak. After that when I’d see punks all fucked up looking half dead because they’re drunk and stoned, I’d think, “man…you’re ready to be taken advantage of, and you’re too fucked up to stop it.” I never wanted to feel that weak again.

At that point I knew what straight edge was from Minor Threat and other bands, but didn’t know people were actually “being” straight edge. That experience of getting beat up that badly made me realize I didn’t want my head handed to me. I wanted to be able to defend myself. I wanted to be able to paint the walls with that guy by myself. Anything that would dull my edge so to speak…I wasn’t gonna do it. I stopped doing drugs, drinking, everything, I was done.

Everyone had told me heroin was the greatest thing ever. I really believe the only thing that kept me from doing that was that I was deathly afraid of needles, they just make my knees buckle. That’s the the only reason I didn’t try it. And by the time that stuff happened with my niece, I was hating on those people and junkies. I was getting away from it. That whole extended part of my family was just one let down after another. I remember coming home and on the TV news there was a story about a shootout in the Bronx where a girl was shot dead. Turned out to be my cousin Guy’s wife. She went to the Bronx to get dope and her tire blew out and cops thought she was shooting at her so they shot and killed her. So Guy sues the city and got very wealthy and blew all the money on dope and was dirt poor, went through depression, and killed himself. I had no sympathy. This guy didn’t go into depression until he went broke. He didn’t get depressed because his wife died. He just got depressed because now he’d have to work to get his dope. I hated all of them. That’s why I stopped using my last name.

MIKE DRUMMING FOR DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR | PHOTO: BRI HURLEY

MIKE DRUMMING FOR DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR | PHOTO: BRI HURLEY

When Paul Schraft told me about his band Sand In The Face I went there and they were a three piece and I watched them rehearse. I’m like, “Wow they are actually playing songs.” I was so stoked that I started my own band that week after seeing them. The first band was with Howard. He came up with the name. It was gonna be called Manic Depression. The plan was that he’d play guitar and I’d sing. But he wanted to write all the words. That band didn’t go anywhere, the idea didn’t even leave the bedroom.

Then I started another band with Jimmy and Steven Yu. I hadn’t known them. I met Steven because he was one of the older punks with Paul Schraft. He was one of the more friendly guys. But then there was a war between Howard and Paul, the two older guys. I was more on Paul’s side. If you hung with one you couldn’t hang with the other. There were also two punks from here who were older and out of school. Sue Gluck and Carl Rosen. They barely came out. Sue went to art school in San Francisco and came back and told us there were punks in California. We thought it was just here in New York. When the first band didn’t work out with Howard, Paul had told me to keep trying, that along with Sand In The Face, we’ll make a scene. So Paul had talked to Steven Yu about playing guitar. Jimmy was already playing guitar but wasn’t into punk. Steven was older and a little bit of a dick and didn’t want to play bass. So he had to learn guitar and Jimmy switched to bass. I’d be the singer and I was writing lyrics. The name if the band was Future Confusion, which was pre-Death Before Dishonor. One of the first songs was called “Drugs Can’t Help.” It was a little childish, but in my mind I knew what I really wanted to say but I didn’t want to let the cat out of the bag or let them know how mad I was and how bad things were with what I was seeing.

Around this time Steven got his license and didn’t want to take the bus into NYC anymore, he’d drive us instead. Even if Steven wasn’t going I would still take the bus. When the band first started Steve would drive and we would go every weekend. After about a year Steven started to drop off a little bit because he graduated and had a girlfriend. Slowly he wasn’t into it and later would quit the band. But when Future Confusion had started, we played one show at A7. Vinnie Stigma told us that was a stupid name. It was Jimmy on bass, Steven on guitar, me singing, and Pete Karlen on drums. Pete had been the bass player in Sand In The Face. After a while Paul Schraft didn’t want Pete in two bands. So we got this guy named Paul Moser from Chatham, New Jersey and he later joined Sand In The Face too, but he was a really good drummer. Even though Jimmy was a natural on bass, Paul’s talent level was so far above ours.

MARK, MIKE AND JIMMY WITH DBD | PHOTO: UNKNOWN

MARK, MIKE AND JIMMY WITH DBD | PHOTO: UNKNOWN

We had met Mark Ryan around this time when Future Confusion was going. Mark was from New Jersey and he asked Steven for a ride home from a show once so we started talking to Mark. He lived off Route 3 in Nutley which is the same town as Keith from Cause For Alarm. So we started hanging out with Mark. We also changed the name to Death Before Dishonor. Roger had hooked us up with Billy Psycho on drums. We played A7 again. I don’t know of any photos with this line up or any photos with me singing. The one time at A7 we almost didn’t even play because the Necros were playing in NY and I was pen pals with Barry. So we got to the city, checked in at A7, left to see Necros, and then made it back to play A7 at like 5am. But I don’t know of any photos. It wasn’t like back then people had cameras and shit. Sometimes they didn’t even have shoes.

Billy Psycho couldn’t keep doing it. So now we needed a new drummer. Mark Ryan had a band called Atoms 12 that was short lived. I really wanted to do a band, so I said I’d learn drums and we’d have Mark sing. So I bought a second hand set from Sand In The Face, learned a fast hardcore beat, Mark started singing, and that was the new DBD line up that would turn into Supertouch. Mark singing, Jimmy on bass, Steven on guitar, and me on drums.

Singing hadn’t been natural to me. I loved the fact that I could call myself a singer and that I could get these demons out of my head by writing stuff down and then screaming about them, but I was deathly afraid of standing up in front of people. I would honestly feel like dying in school if I was called on in class. To stand up and read anything in front of a class, I would be in a full blown panic. That’s why I got out kicked out of every class and placed into what they called a “transition class” where all the fuck up kids were. I got put there ¾ way through my freshman year and never got out, but I loved it there. This paralyzing fear though…there was no cure. I saw school psychologists and there was never any help from them. I could never answer their questions truthfully. At that point I knew things were wrong the way I was brought up and how I was living. I remember this family moved next door and the family would go camping and I went once because they had two kids. And I remember sitting on this camping trip and the mom is making food and the dad is setting up tents and everyone is joking around and having a good time. I’m sitting there thinking “wow maybe I’m wrong, maybe all dads aren’t getting loaded at night.” So when I got into school and these psychologists were asking what was wrong I couldn’t just tell them everything around me was wrong and fucked up. I was thinking like, “you teach math. You’re gonna fix the problems I have around me?” I wouldn’t look them in their eye. I wouldn’t tell them the truth. When they asked me why I wouldn’t open up to them, I’d just be a dick and say, “maybe I don’t like you.”

I spent most of my life deflecting or throwing a fist at something. One way or another…

MIKE WITH DBD AT CBGB'S, NYC | PHOTO: BRI HURLEY

MIKE WITH DBD AT CBGB’S, NYC | PHOTO: BRI HURLEY