If you’ve never been to a punk rock concert, you’re missing out on a hell of a time. What other musical experience offers you a chance to elbow a stranger in the nose, spill beer all over your date, blow out your eardrums, and even get vomited on by the lead singer—all in the same night?! That’s the spirit of punk rock music, and one man, Guerin Myall, has been there since the beginning; as a fan, lead singer, and documentarian.
The sturdy 56-year-old Santa Cruz local lives, eats, and breathes punk rock and is sure to die by it. Hell, I’ll bet he’ll be flying the punk flag even when he’s six feet under. I can imagine it now–dozens of mourners with fading tattoos forming a pit around his grave, slam-dancing to Black Flag with misty eyes, stopping only briefly to pour Pabst Blue Ribbon on his casket– while Myall looks on from the Great Beyond with utmost satisfaction.
Over the past forty-plus years, Myall has been participating in and documenting the punk-rock-scene relentlessly, his status as an insider allowing him to capture the inherent chaos and rawness of the rebellious musical genre with unparalleled intimacy. His images bring you up-close-and-personal with these charismatic musicians, so vividly that you can almost smell the blood and feel the knuckles connecting with the back of your skull.
These days, Myall’s mellowed out a bit, finding success as a videographer, screen-printer, magazine-maker, and father of two, but he’s still active in the punk rock scene— traveling across the country to catch and film shows, supporting the new wave of young local punkers, and most recently, reuniting with his former Stench bandmates for another go at playing some live shows.
He’s holding on to so much golden documentation of his time in the center of the punk-rock maelstrom that I thought it would be fun to have him pick out a selection of some of his favorite moments behind the lens and give a bit of the backstory on how the images came into being. Enjoy!