I’ll be the first to admit that this may be a new all-time low for Dangerous Minds. So sue me.
GG’s tormented soul lives on in the parallel world of the Internet to haunt the likes of Simon Cowell.
On a side note: I was at Allin’s last gig at The Gas Station on Manhattan’s Lower East Side in 1993. It was truly total pandemonium. My girlfriend and I were among the hundred or so people who followed GG, who was wearing only a gloppy veneer of shit, as he scurried down Avenue B. It was without question the punkest thing I’d ever seen and perhaps the saddest.
Love him or loathe him, the guy did manage to walk it like he squawked it.