The “Dudes” of Helltown
(Part II of III)
“Dude” parties were a lot like an episode of “Cops” before the cops show up, and were always entertaining in this kind of scary way. I went to a Dude party on a summer night in 1989 at a punk house called Hate Manor II. (Hate Manor I had been shut down by a police raid a couple months earlier). By this time I was already straight edge, but actually found parties and what others did while wasted pretty entertaining. I arrived to the party very fashionably late, and about an hour later the police arrived. They knocked on the door and my friend Pete, who didn’t live there, answered. The police asked to come in, and Pete said:
“Fuck you pig! If you ain’t got a warrant, you ain’t coming in!” and then slammed the door in their faces and locked it.
Usually when cops show up at a party people will either try to settle down or they’ll run and hide. You knew you were at a Dude party when the opposite was actually occurring and the partiers were antagonizing the cops instead. The cops had surrounded the house and got taunted for about the next hour. I remember people putting pillows over their faces and flipping off the cops. There was also a lot of “Haha! Fuck you pig you can’t come in!” whenever the cops shined their lights in the windows. This, in itself, got the cops so mad that they were foaming at the mouth to bust up the party. They eventually gained contact with the landlord who gave them permission to go in. A girl finally yelled at everyone that the cops are going to come in anyway and that she’s going to let them in. Right as she was unlocking the door the cops had simultaneously knocked down the door, which sent her crashing to the floor with the door on top of her as the cops poured in. One by one they arrested and filled the cop van with Dudes and other partiers. The cops in Manitowoc had often confused me with another Dude that actually committed a lot of crimes, so they would have to let me go when they would realize I wasn’t him. So when the lieutenant saw me at this party he seemed excited to finally have a reason to arrest me. He assumed that if I hung out with the Dudes I must be a troublemaker like they were. (Back then I was a young skater punk, not a Dude, but I still would hang out at their parties) The Lt. officer kept looking at me, stating “I finally got you!”.
A different officer took me outside and I could see the cop-van rocking like crazy (Dudes inside were trying to flip the van by smashing themselves into the walls). It was bouncing all over the place like a car with the crazy hydraulic systems. The officer with me asked to smell my breath. After smelling it two times he was sure I wasn’t drinking and told me he wasn’t going to arrest me and waste the taxpayer’s money. He told me that as soon as the Lt went back in the house to deal with the others, that I should run across the street and blend in with the rest of the crowd that had gathered, and do my best to not let the Lt officer see me.
By the time the fiasco was over, a friend named Todd, a girl from the party, and I decided to head to the police station to wait for everybody else to get released with their fines. We sat at a park bench across the street from the police station and waited for our friends to come out, with their fines, one at a time. One of the Dudes came out, pulled out his dick, and pissed in a huge arch right on the hood of a police car, while yelling obscenities and how much he hates cops. More come out, and another Dude is waving his fine in the air. As he got close he opened it to show us the fine and it was blank. During all the commotion inside, he had managed to rip out a blank slip out of the book and the cops never noticed. When they asked him if he had already received a fine he answered yes, and showed the cop the folded up blank slip, which they assumed was filled out and they let him go. So they had arrested him, never got any of his info, and then let him go on accident by getting outsmarted. I had to chuckle at that, and needless to say, he was pretty proud of this feat. Finally the cops come out and threaten to arrest us again for loitering if we don’t disband, and then went back into the building. We don’t heed their orders and wait for more friends to get released. Ten minutes later a bunch of cops come running out and screaming that we were all going to jail. They must have called more cops to show up, because as we started to run away cop cars came from all directions. They stopped and drew their guns warning us to stop or they would shoot. I remember being so close to the guns that I could see the hammer was back. I thought, “Fuck this, they won’t shoot an unarmed teenager”, well so I hoped, and I took the gamble and ran. Luckily enough, I was one of the people that got away. Some of my friends that didn’t ended up getting in a lot of trouble. One of my friends who was asked if he was drinking earlier, got the bright idea to jump the cops. He ended up getting his ass kicked pretty bad and got hog tied and arrested.
That same summer there was another show at a really nice upper-middle class house, where our skater punk band, Doghead, a local indie rock band called the Smart Boys, and a fast-paced punkcore band called Public Disgrace played. As the night went on and people got more and more drunk, some of them started to ransack the house. They were taking jewelry or anything they could fit into their pockets. Some of the Dudes took acid and started to destroy parts of the house. One guy started to eat the papper apples out of an expensive oil painting off of the wall. Others picked up a couch, smashing it through a bay window, a TV got smashed, and another Dude picked up a three foot statue of a monkey that had gold trim and body slammed it to the floor. Somehow, the kitchen floor got destroyed and was broke in the middle, which ended up breaking pipes below it and water started to spill into the basement where the bands were playing. With some of my friends’ help I grabbed my equipment and got the hell out of there. I left the party, but drove back by it a while later to see if the party was still going on. The DEA had shown up with the police, and they were handcuffing people still left at the party and taking them to jail. It seemed like lots of parties in Helltown just always ended in a whirlwind of craziness by the end of the night.
More on hell town next month.
On a lighter note….
Dresden is going on tour to the Midwest and East Coast with Deviated Instinct in May… hell yeah! Once the dates are confirmed you’ll be able to check it out on the Profane Existence website. Also, the new Dresden 7 inch, titled Extinguish the Cross, is now available at…http://www.profaneexistence.com/dresden-extinguish-the-cross-7/ As of two months ago we got a new guitarist… (drum roll please)…. Jimmy. You might know him as the guitar player in In Defence, The Terrordactyls and about 1800 other bands. The dude is amazing and working out great for the band. We are working on a couple new records that will be coming out soon. Congrats to our previous guitarist, Zak, on welcoming a baby boy to his family this past summer!
Give Praise Records put out a comp double 7 inch that u can get thought profane existence. It was the last recording Stand Off ( and band i sang for back in the early 90′s) ever did Also Choose Your Poison ,Damage Deposit, and In Denfence if you interested in getting one they are limited to 500 you can get them wile you can at http://www.profaneexistence.com/v-a-midwest-thrash-attack-in-defence-damage-deposit-stand-off-choose-your-poison/
WARTORN IS BACK!
In June, Wartorn is hitting up the West Coast with In Defence. When we get back in July we will be finishing up our next LP. See you on the road!