Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Wardrobe


When I was in college at Ohio University, there were a few guys in my dorm (Weld Hall) that formed a band. I do not recall the name of the band. They had guitars and some drums, but none of them knew how to play any of the instruments.

They only had one song, "Wardrobe," which they played at a bar called the Hangar 5 (at least I'm pretty sure it was the Hangar 5). The Hangar 5 was a huge old machine shop that had been cleared of machines (save a massive press in the "courtyard" of which my Dad said, "Holy christ, look at that old press! They oughtta get it working and have Crush Day--crush anything you want for a buck: pictures of old girlfriends, textbooks. Hell that press would crush a whole desk!). After the heavy equipment was dispatched, the expansive building was filled with picnic tables, pool tables, video game machines and a huge bar.

I spent untold hours at the Hangar 5, wherein a can of Stroh's cost 50 cents.

When the guys in my dorm played at the Hangar 5, they made a great deal of noise with their guitars and drums while repeating the following lyrics:

WARDROBE!
My clothes don't fit.

WARDROBE!
I look like shit.

As brilliant today as it was in 1986.

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Today's graphic features your humble hostess and an unidentified South Green Romeo circa 1986. No additional information is available.

17 comments:

deangc said...

Looks sorta goatish.

I love the way your hands are on the side of his face.

glittergirl said...

yeah, i think that's a certain goat....

also, that song is the best! we've been saying that same thing since we got out our summer clothes and everything is a little too tight.

Erin O'Brien said...

Peeps, I hate to say it, but the pic was taken two years before I met the Goat.

If you paid me $1 million, I couldn't tell you one thing about that guy other than I was making out with him on South Green during a reggae concert at SpringFest.

I have no idea who he is.

Earl Tesch said...

I played in a garage band in the 80's. The only member that had any talent was the drummer, but we did our best to rock. Sadly, we only played one song that could be recognized and it was a 16 minute version of "Wipeout", where every band member played a solo in parts where there is usually the drum break. Ironic, I think.

deangc said...

I'll bet he remembers YOU. :)

The Fool said...

Was there a drum solo ala In-A-Gadda-Di-Vida?

Anonymous said...

Live if you want to live
(Rastaman vibration, yeah! Positive!)
That's what we got to give!
(I'n'I vibration yeah! Positive)
Got to have a good vibe!
(Iyaman Iration, yeah! Irie ites!)
Wo-wo-ooh!
(Positive vibration, yeah! Positive!)

Positive Vibration
Bob Marley
1976

RJ

Zen Wizard said...

The Haiku-like simplicity of the lyrics, I am sure, inspired many a lass to play tonsil hockey with the erstwhile Horace who inscribed them for perpetuity.

Which makes you Frenchin' him kinda grotesque, but whatever...

Haik Bedrosian said...

I don't feel very good about that picture.

HeyJoe said...

The Hanger 5 sounds like a great place. We need more expansive watering holes like that.

And I wish I had pics of some of my random make-outs, at least those that occurred before I was married.

Mr. L said...
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Mr. L said...

In 1986 I was in a band that a had song with the refrain, "We....are....the corporate whores!!!" - alas, we really weren't and never made any money!!

Glass Houses said...

Look up Peelander Z.

They are a japanese punk band who tour in outrageous costumes and have ridiculous songs such as "Steak" and "Mad Tiger".

The lyrics go like this:

Mad Tiger! Mad Tiger! Mad Tiger!
Mad Tiger! Mad Tiger! Mad Tiger!

They're great. And I think they're playing the Beachland this coming Sunday.

philbilly said...

We played in basements and garages and were terrible. Our signature piece was the extended, frenetic, talentless and extremely fun "Detroit Ending" inspired by MC5 "The Motor City is Burning[Kick Out the Jams,MotherF*****s!]" and the Who's "My Generation".

There was this one kid who didn't suck, in fact he rocked, he eventually married Pat Benatar, lucky bastard Neil.

Any Clevos remember Redness?

Harry Finch said...

I wanna hold your hand.

Geoff Schutt said...

I remember the Hangar 5, Erin. I wonder if we ever passed one another on the way for another 50 cent can of beer?

Alan states said...

Sorry Erin, It is me. I remember it well