I met Griffin at a punk show in Kansas City when he was 15 years old. He had the word FALAFEL tattooed across his knuckles and told me that his father was a drag queen who went by the name Rachel Slurr. I thought he was totally cute and then he disappeared into the ether. Unbeknownst to me, a friend spotted him wearing a mustache that looked like caked-on baking soda at the International Noise Conference in Miami, where he threw a bunch of trucker speed into the audience and irritated everyone.
Last year a different friend told me I had to check out this band from Portland called SEWN LEATHER. He described them as the "Best fuckin' punk shit I'd seen in like, forever, man! Like, totally harsh-synth-grudge-wave... like real punk shit." The singer had jumped off a PA speaker into a trash can full of glass because he was on angel dust and thought it was water! And to top it all off, the singer was some cute crusty kid with the world FALAFEL tattooed on his knuckles!