Born in Vermont as Jesus Christ Allin – screwed from the start? – which his older brother Merle mispronounced as ‘Gee Gee’ and the name stuck. He started his career as a sub-mediocre punk in the early ’80s and started to develop a completely wild persona/stunning mental illness.
As his song writing turned to topics of murder/drugs/mutilation his stage show followed suit – the dude had a hangup for letting people abuse his body. By the late ’80s he was missing 90% of his teeth from getting them punched out on stage. He would also get/give blowjobs to/from audience members, shove the mic/any available object up his ass and shit all over the place. He was also pretty famous for letting anyone tattoo whatever they wanted on him – often when he was passed/blacked out.
Amazingly tame GG performance – he doesn’t get cold cocked for a good 30 seconds and he manages to keep most of his clothes on.
The definitive documentary on him is called ‘Hated’ – def. worth tracking down… it shows him trying to launch a ‘tour’ with his band The Murder Junkies, however since his shows usually *started* with the antics listed above, 10 minutes would have been a long GG show – the cops were usually there within 5 minutes of him hitting the stage. Funny bits in the film are him talking about ‘living out of a paper bag’ and then holding up a literal paper bag that has all his possessions in it & film of some grose chick peeing in his mouth (for fun).
Side note: in ’85/’86 GG moved to Manchester, NH – right where me & a bunch of friends used to skateboard all the time. He would frequently yell at us, call us ‘fashion punks’ etc. Mostly it was just a stream of swears. I had no idea who it even was at the time – prob. 5 years later I learned who was yelling at us – we thought it was some random hobo/homeless person.
GG OD’ed in ’93 – and now that it’s been 20 years, I can totally see today’s punks trying to get into him – calling him authentic/dangerous/whatever… which would be totally hilarious to anyone that knows 99.999% of people would avoid GG shows like the plague. Although catching Hep C from his flying feces certainly would be dangerous…
I can’t leave off the article without saying that the one thing I do kinda dig about GG was his artwork – his albums looked just as gritty/shitty as the music they contained (compare this to the slick Bold albums of the same era! Good design hiding so much shitty music…) Here’s a few album covers to illustrate what I mean: