Not! Some dickweed lifted a story on some other dude who was arrested, replaced his name with Henry Rollins, and posted it on Mess and Noise. Fortunately, unlike many Twitter twits, the reader’s bullshit detectors were in fine working order. Read the comments and have a laugh.
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The Fascist Rollins Fan
May 20th, 2009
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Today I want to share with you a brief story a friend of mine used to tell. Back in the early to mid 1990s she was in school and going out with this crazy guy. He was a massive Henry Rollins fan who used to watch Rollins’ video ‘Talking from the Box’ all the time. This guy took his Rollins fandom to the level of a religious extremist. In other words, he hated infidels. The non-believers. If he found out that you did not like Henry Rollins, he’d beat you up. Unfortunately for my friend, this left her with a life long aversion to anything related to Henry Rollins. It was not until seeing his TV show some 15 years later that she was able to see that although her ex was a dumb thug, Rollins was actually pretty cool.
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How did you get into Henry Rollins?
May 19th, 2009
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When did you become a fan? I have to say I feel rather old when I meet teenagers who became fans of Rollins after watching his TV show. I became a fan back in 1994 after hearing the Rollins Band watching ‘Talking From the Box’. I can’t imagine how weird it must be for fans from waaay back in the day!
I just posted a new discussion over at our Team Rollins community forum asking how everyone became a fan. With his vast body of work covering many mediums and many years, the entry points to Rollins fandom are infinite! I’ve kicked things off the discussion with my story, head on over to the forum to read it and add yours!
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Henry Rollins Hates Writing
February 15th, 2009
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There’s a lil’ discussion going on over at Team Rollins forum about Rollins quotes, which reminded me about this quote on writing:
“I hate writing,” he says. “I just wish I could stop but I can’t. Writing is not a joy to me. The better you get at it, the harder it is, because it’s less time that you bullshit yourself. I’ve met a handful of writers and they’re pretty miserable people. Because they know that the beast is sitting in the room saying, ‘come on. You know you’ve been playing around with your friends long enough. Back to class.’” – Henry Rollins (Source: Pop Entertainment)
Which in turn reminded me of this gem of a quote on the subject from Germaine Greer:
“I have to write. It’s a bit like shitting. It’s quite nice. Especially if you do it nicely. You know, if a nice well forced piece emerges. But if it’s coming in dribs and drabs or not coming at all, or being forced out, if you’re missing the rhythm somewhere, it’s no pleasure at all. And yet sometimes there’s an enormous pressure to do it. An not much pleasure when it’s finished.” – Germaine Greer, Playboy Magazine Interview, 1972.
Another Crazy Fan Story
August 26th, 2008
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Here’s another story that reveals some of the craziness Henry has to deal with after his shows… the girl in this story was obviously suffering from some sort of psychotic illness, in which Michael Stipe of REM and Henry Rollins became intertwined with her delusions: http://members.tripod.com/~Deviant_/hr2.html.
Henry Rollins bites audience member on the butt!
July 2nd, 2008
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Check out this story over at Athens News, in writing a review of Greg Ginn’s new outfit, the writer recalls seeing Black Flag and his encounter with Henry Rollins:
Not getting any reaction, Rollins then started licking the side of my face, like a big dog. When I continued to display only haughty disdain, he bit me – and I promise, I am not making this up – on my butt.
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Jeff Buckley puts on his Rollins Face
June 23rd, 2008
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Jeff Buckley, originally uploaded by johnnyriggsisdead.
This is a photo taken of Jeff Buckley by a radio DJ: “When the Polaroid developed, I said he looked like Henry Rollins and we laughed really hard.” Click on the photo to read the full story.
Henry Rollins, Strong Coffee & Juliana Hatfield
June 3rd, 2008
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Fans of Juliana Hatfield will be no stranger to her song President Garfield about Henry Rollins, so perhaps this story about a close encounter with the man during the days of the Blake Babies will be no surprise (or is it?). The story comes straight from the online memoirs of Blake Babies guitarist John Strohm, who Henry belittled for his (lack of) coffee making skills. Thanks to Sonya for the subject of today’s post!
Play the video below to hear President Garfield and read the lyrics here.
Short Hank Story
November 28th, 2007
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Here’s a quick story about Henry and his capacity for one-liners sent in to HelloHenry.com by Miss Lonelyhearts:
Me and a few friends went to see a Rollins spoken show in Atlanta in 1995. After the show we waited outside to catch a glimpse of him. He finally appeared through the backstage door, and the group of people waiting approached him slowly, fearfully, as if approaching a mean-looking dog that may or may not bite. Anyway, he’s signing autographs, and my friend’s girlfriend has a disposable camera. She asks him, “May I take your picture?” to which he replies: “May I take your larynx?” Awesome.
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Rollins & Nick Cave at the Australian Consulate
November 12th, 2007
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From ‘Get In the Van’
WARNING: Contains graphic depictions of bleu and cheddar cheese.
‘7.13.84 HOLLYWOOD CA: At this house that Nick Cave is living in right now. Not much going on, just hanging out. We had some fun today though. We all went to the Australian consulate. Since Nick Cave and the Film crew that were staying with him to do his video were all Australian, we called and asked if we could check out this party that they were having, celebrating Australian filmmakers. They said we could attend, so we went right over. The place was intense. Security all over the place. All these people dressed up… and then there was us. Nick had his bright green, skin tight Elvis outfit on. Looked like he hadn’t slept for a few days. The rest of us just kind of stepped in behind him and went with it.
We were in the backyard, and Nick had this big glass of whiskey. I was eating all this free food. People were coming up to us, asking what film we were in. Nick went up to one woman and put his index fingers and thumbs together, so they looked like a triangle. He looked through them at her and told her he was looking to set up a shot, could she please stand still. He told her that the reason he had his fingers like this was because he was the only director in the world to use triangular film. She asked where he was from. He said, “Nazi Germany.” She just kind of stared and walked away to a group of people and pointed at us from afar.
We talked to others, meanwhile we stuff our faces on all this free food. Nick is drinking, eating grapes by the handful. I talked to some old man who knows me. A few minutes later I look over, and Nick is on his hands and knees, crawling around on the grass. He crawls up to a large woman and bites her on the ankle. She bails. It looks like it’s time to go. Nick takes a big handful of bleu cheese, that was in a large mound and stuffs it into his mouth. He takes a napkin and wraps it around a big hunk of cheddar cheese, grabs it and some grapes, and we are out of there, escorted by men with wires coming out of their ears. They walked us all the way to our car. On the way back to the house Nick whipped out the piece of cheese and said, “This is a symbol of my discontent.” I grabbed it from him and bit it in half. He threw it out the window at the car in the next lane.’
