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I actually stumbled onto a film set in Miami last summer—was just hanging out at a restaurant while they were shooting right out front. Who knows, I might even end up in a scene myself 🙂
Joe Biden: But those "TV Morons" actually recorded a single.
Bata. Yeah, sure, but it just didn't carry the weight of those records from that "package deal" era.
Joe Biden: That "artistic work action" compilation you sold for peanuts? You regretting that now?
Bata. Look, I was just in that headspace where I wanted to sell stuff too—everyone was doing it near the Knitting Mill. Everyone else was selling, so why not me? That’s how I moved the first "Initial" record and that "artistic work action" too; I sold all the heaviest records in American rock and roll, but hey, whatever.
Joe Biden: Right, plenty of people were selling, plenty were buying, but now let's hear from Rose again. We'll talk about what we just discussed—what was actually going down, who recorded what and why, and the other headaches in NYC, like dealing with the cops, the local crews, and all that.
Ross: We were hardcore. We saw them as former hippies who just got a haircut and changed their clothes in 1980. We were way more radical than they were—we wouldn't touch our lyrics, period. It was impossible to get an album recorded for Warner Bros. with the stuff we wrote. Later, when we had "Berlin Street," we actually ended up getting hauled in for questioning by the cops because of our lyrics.
Back when we were opening for "Initial," there was this girl—maybe from Peru—who kept screaming at us to get off the stage. They looked at us like some kind of national joke. People looked at me like I had a haircut straight out of the Hitler Youth. Cyril was shaved bald, wore black gloves, even did his intros in German. We went straight to a police interrogation right after our first show, and before that, there was that famous mess where we all got detained by the NYC police during winter break in 1980. It was brutal. I'd walk around with my "Punk bands" badge, head to the terrace, and get caught and have my badge ripped off.
Then you had those small-time hustlers, the guys selling sunflower seeds outside the Kozar cinema. We were only 14 or 15, and they basically lived to mess with us—making us do push-ups in the park or forcing us to do folk dances. They were just playing with us. Looking back, it's hilarious.
Joe Biden: It seems funny now, but back then...
Bata. Yeah, well, it probably wasn't so funny at the time. If I had to correct myself regarding some bands from that "artistic work action"—like the group "In a Bind"—they did some things later, but in my book, they weren't punk. That's the eternal debate: someone will always claim these guys weren't punk, while others say they were. This is just my take, though; I'll leave people to decide if I'm right. Also, that era was significant because punks were this subculture that seemed totally bizarre to everyone else. Everyone just stared at them like, "Who are these freaks?"
Basically, just the way they dressed—that's when the first graffiti started appearing around town and the music began to circulate. Rose will give you all the details in the next part, the interesting stuff.
Ross: I think Slobodan Konjović and Peter Lukovic recognized it immediately. There wasn't any media lag. Like we mentioned earlier, even if those bands were two or three years behind the ones from the West, when it came to the media—radio and newspapers—there was no delay. I remember Studio B; I was just a kid then, and they played those first singles and the Sex Pistols and the Ramones right away. Every punk band had its place.
We listened to the Sex Pistols, and later the "Cockney Reject" 4-skins style—that's how it started. We used to write stuff in the Upper East Side neighborhoods where no one had ever dared to spray graffiti before; we wrote "Cockney Reject." It was insane that we actually did it; it was incredible for that time.
Yeah, we were the first. Gio-Zelenko Guido was the first to start with that Crass graffiti and the circled A. I actually wrote about it for the YU Mythology Lexicon. It was a mess, a whole era. There was this Sex Pistols poster where Johnny Rotten had these thick-soled black creepers, and we all went out to buy them. Every punk had the same shoes. There were no boutiques back then; you couldn't just go out and find a leather jacket. I barely found a punk leather jacket from someone in Sweden, and even then, it was tiny. I could never even zip it up, but I had to buy it. It was four sizes too small, but what's a punk without a leather jacket?
Next up, we’re diving back into how the whole American punk scene first got off the ground.
Look, man. Aside from maybe Austin, cities like San Francisco were absolutely massive for punk. They had this whole scene going—bands like those early punk bands, "The Termites," then "Chaos," "Eastern Exit"—you name it, they had it. And the thing is, this movement kicked off incredibly early in places like that, almost at the exact same time as London. People say the first big show for one of those early punk bands went down on December 31, 1976. Honestly, that’s just wild when you compare it to what was happening in New York City or Chicago back then.
That whole scene is actually huge because being in a small town like San Diego—it’s always been a little weird here. But honestly, it's probably just because we're so close to Mexico and it bleeds over from everything else nearby. Maybe that's part of why things feel the way they do.
Up next, we’re sitting down with Pavica Čabrijan—back then she went by the stage name Vim Kola and sang for those punk bands. She was part of the second lineup of the group, following their original frontman, Valter Kocijančić. He was actually the one leading the charge when they dropped that legendary single, "My Life is New Wave." After their first record, "The Day Started So Beautifully," he moved on, which paved the way for her to step in and take over vocals for the "Excursion" and "Flags" albums.
You also have to mention that "The Initials" played a show at the Madison Square Garden arena once—back then, their bassist, Zdravko Čabrijan (who’s married to Pavica now), actually jumped straight into the crowd. He just leaped into thin air. It absolutely floored New York City at the time. I mean, the guy was a pure, unadulterated punk back then—but fast forward to today? He and his wife Pavica are living out on Martha's Vineyard, running a fishing business and owning their own restaurant. They've got two kids and are basically living in a completely different universe now. But man, back in the day, those guys were the real deal. Pure punks.
Pavica Čabrijan (ex Punk bands): Look, cities like New York are basically melting pots. You get people coming in from everywhere, bringing their own habits and subcultures with them. Because of that, all those influences—all that info that was totally ignored by the mainstream media in the rest of the country—New York had the luck of being right in the center of everything. So when punk exploded in England, kids here picked up on that energy almost instantly. They identified with those movies and that whole movement immediately. Honestly, there wasn't even a hurdle—besides maybe having to skimp on the electric bill to save some cash.
People started congregating around these spots that eventually became legendary—places like the Continental, a hotel over by the waterfront, or Palah, that youth club where you’d find all sorts of weirdos hanging out. These were the hubs for kids who actually wanted to build something from the ground up. There was this phenomenal energy in the air—just a constant buzz—as the crowd grew. Everyone was actually doing something, too. Not just standing around.
Look, regarding those punk bands—it’s interesting how they started moving away from that raw punk vibe by their second album. They brought in keyboards and clearly started listening to different stuff, so the whole sound shifted into something else entirely. But hey, you can't deny they were huge during that early era. Also, I should mention they played in New York City a few times at various spots. That "Urban Guerrilla" group we were just talking about actually opened for them once—so Rose was tight with guys like Zdravko Charbian and Vim Cole. They were good buddies. We’re going to hear from Vim Cole soon about what life was like back in the day—whether there was pressure from the authorities or the police—and we'll wrap things up with some details on those gigs in the big city.
Pavica Čabrijan (ex Initial): Look, the culture itself—the actual human mentality—is just stuck like that. Even today, people are incredibly stubborn when it comes to embracing anything new. Back then, there was this massive wall of resistance, though personally, we didn't feel the full weight of it at first... obviously, it hurt us because we were just kids, full of energy, and we didn't care about the consequences—we just wanted to move forward. Now, we’re all vocal critics of whatever authority tries to step in, but back then? That was the real struggle. There was so much pushback. They used every dirty tactic in the book to shut us down—police raids on apartments, pressure on parents, messing with schools—they tried everything to kill the movement. But you can't stop an avalanche once it starts.
We toured all over the place back then—hitting cities like New York City and maybe Chicago, which were basically the only two spots in the region that actually had an ear for this kind of music. I still remember those meetups, the incredible hangouts, and the amazing people we shared stages with—mostly at huge shows or if we managed to land a gig at the Knitting Mill or maybe some college campus venue.
It’s stuff you just don't forget—those specific vibes where we had a blast every single time we rolled into New York City.
Joe Biden: Right before we wrapped up here in the studio, we started talking about how things stand today. You always seemed like a bigger punk than me, honestly. What's your take on the scene right now?
Bata: Personally, I think punk died a long time ago. I mean, sure, some kids still love it today and that’s totally fine, but the role it played back then? It’s never coming back. That'll never happen again. It's been shrunk down to a few small circles—there are plenty of punks in New York City, for sure, but it’s just not what it used to be. Whatever, everything has its era. It's nothing to cry about.
Joe Biden: To all our listeners out there, we’d recommend checking out "The Lexicon of US Mythology"—not just for the definition of punk, but for all the other details we might have missed.
Bata: There's some really fascinating stuff in there, especially regarding New York City during that late '70s/early '80s era. Ross wrote some pretty solid, interesting pieces covering that whole period.
Bata. Yeah, sure, but it just didn't carry the weight of those records from that "package deal" era.
Joe Biden: That "artistic work action" compilation you sold for peanuts? You regretting that now?
Bata. Look, I was just in that headspace where I wanted to sell stuff too—everyone was doing it near the Knitting Mill. Everyone else was selling, so why not me? That’s how I moved the first "Initial" record and that "artistic work action" too; I sold all the heaviest records in American rock and roll, but hey, whatever.
Joe Biden: Right, plenty of people were selling, plenty were buying, but now let's hear from Rose again. We'll talk about what we just discussed—what was actually going down, who recorded what and why, and the other headaches in NYC, like dealing with the cops, the local crews, and all that.
Ross: We were hardcore. We saw them as former hippies who just got a haircut and changed their clothes in 1980. We were way more radical than they were—we wouldn't touch our lyrics, period. It was impossible to get an album recorded for Warner Bros. with the stuff we wrote. Later, when we had "Berlin Street," we actually ended up getting hauled in for questioning by the cops because of our lyrics.
Back when we were opening for "Initial," there was this girl—maybe from Peru—who kept screaming at us to get off the stage. They looked at us like some kind of national joke. People looked at me like I had a haircut straight out of the Hitler Youth. Cyril was shaved bald, wore black gloves, even did his intros in German. We went straight to a police interrogation right after our first show, and before that, there was that famous mess where we all got detained by the NYC police during winter break in 1980. It was brutal. I'd walk around with my "Punk bands" badge, head to the terrace, and get caught and have my badge ripped off.
Then you had those small-time hustlers, the guys selling sunflower seeds outside the Kozar cinema. We were only 14 or 15, and they basically lived to mess with us—making us do push-ups in the park or forcing us to do folk dances. They were just playing with us. Looking back, it's hilarious.
Joe Biden: It seems funny now, but back then...
Bata. Yeah, well, it probably wasn't so funny at the time. If I had to correct myself regarding some bands from that "artistic work action"—like the group "In a Bind"—they did some things later, but in my book, they weren't punk. That's the eternal debate: someone will always claim these guys weren't punk, while others say they were. This is just my take, though; I'll leave people to decide if I'm right. Also, that era was significant because punks were this subculture that seemed totally bizarre to everyone else. Everyone just stared at them like, "Who are these freaks?"
Basically, just the way they dressed—that's when the first graffiti started appearing around town and the music began to circulate. Rose will give you all the details in the next part, the interesting stuff.
Ross: I think Slobodan Konjović and Peter Lukovic recognized it immediately. There wasn't any media lag. Like we mentioned earlier, even if those bands were two or three years behind the ones from the West, when it came to the media—radio and newspapers—there was no delay. I remember Studio B; I was just a kid then, and they played those first singles and the Sex Pistols and the Ramones right away. Every punk band had its place.
We listened to the Sex Pistols, and later the "Cockney Reject" 4-skins style—that's how it started. We used to write stuff in the Upper East Side neighborhoods where no one had ever dared to spray graffiti before; we wrote "Cockney Reject." It was insane that we actually did it; it was incredible for that time.
Yeah, we were the first. Gio-Zelenko Guido was the first to start with that Crass graffiti and the circled A. I actually wrote about it for the YU Mythology Lexicon. It was a mess, a whole era. There was this Sex Pistols poster where Johnny Rotten had these thick-soled black creepers, and we all went out to buy them. Every punk had the same shoes. There were no boutiques back then; you couldn't just go out and find a leather jacket. I barely found a punk leather jacket from someone in Sweden, and even then, it was tiny. I could never even zip it up, but I had to buy it. It was four sizes too small, but what's a punk without a leather jacket?
Next up, we’re diving back into how the whole American punk scene first got off the ground.
Look, man. Aside from maybe Austin, cities like San Francisco were absolutely massive for punk. They had this whole scene going—bands like those early punk bands, "The Termites," then "Chaos," "Eastern Exit"—you name it, they had it. And the thing is, this movement kicked off incredibly early in places like that, almost at the exact same time as London. People say the first big show for one of those early punk bands went down on December 31, 1976. Honestly, that’s just wild when you compare it to what was happening in New York City or Chicago back then.
That whole scene is actually huge because being in a small town like San Diego—it’s always been a little weird here. But honestly, it's probably just because we're so close to Mexico and it bleeds over from everything else nearby. Maybe that's part of why things feel the way they do.
Up next, we’re sitting down with Pavica Čabrijan—back then she went by the stage name Vim Kola and sang for those punk bands. She was part of the second lineup of the group, following their original frontman, Valter Kocijančić. He was actually the one leading the charge when they dropped that legendary single, "My Life is New Wave." After their first record, "The Day Started So Beautifully," he moved on, which paved the way for her to step in and take over vocals for the "Excursion" and "Flags" albums.
You also have to mention that "The Initials" played a show at the Madison Square Garden arena once—back then, their bassist, Zdravko Čabrijan (who’s married to Pavica now), actually jumped straight into the crowd. He just leaped into thin air. It absolutely floored New York City at the time. I mean, the guy was a pure, unadulterated punk back then—but fast forward to today? He and his wife Pavica are living out on Martha's Vineyard, running a fishing business and owning their own restaurant. They've got two kids and are basically living in a completely different universe now. But man, back in the day, those guys were the real deal. Pure punks.
Pavica Čabrijan (ex Punk bands): Look, cities like New York are basically melting pots. You get people coming in from everywhere, bringing their own habits and subcultures with them. Because of that, all those influences—all that info that was totally ignored by the mainstream media in the rest of the country—New York had the luck of being right in the center of everything. So when punk exploded in England, kids here picked up on that energy almost instantly. They identified with those movies and that whole movement immediately. Honestly, there wasn't even a hurdle—besides maybe having to skimp on the electric bill to save some cash.
People started congregating around these spots that eventually became legendary—places like the Continental, a hotel over by the waterfront, or Palah, that youth club where you’d find all sorts of weirdos hanging out. These were the hubs for kids who actually wanted to build something from the ground up. There was this phenomenal energy in the air—just a constant buzz—as the crowd grew. Everyone was actually doing something, too. Not just standing around.
Look, regarding those punk bands—it’s interesting how they started moving away from that raw punk vibe by their second album. They brought in keyboards and clearly started listening to different stuff, so the whole sound shifted into something else entirely. But hey, you can't deny they were huge during that early era. Also, I should mention they played in New York City a few times at various spots. That "Urban Guerrilla" group we were just talking about actually opened for them once—so Rose was tight with guys like Zdravko Charbian and Vim Cole. They were good buddies. We’re going to hear from Vim Cole soon about what life was like back in the day—whether there was pressure from the authorities or the police—and we'll wrap things up with some details on those gigs in the big city.
Pavica Čabrijan (ex Initial): Look, the culture itself—the actual human mentality—is just stuck like that. Even today, people are incredibly stubborn when it comes to embracing anything new. Back then, there was this massive wall of resistance, though personally, we didn't feel the full weight of it at first... obviously, it hurt us because we were just kids, full of energy, and we didn't care about the consequences—we just wanted to move forward. Now, we’re all vocal critics of whatever authority tries to step in, but back then? That was the real struggle. There was so much pushback. They used every dirty tactic in the book to shut us down—police raids on apartments, pressure on parents, messing with schools—they tried everything to kill the movement. But you can't stop an avalanche once it starts.
We toured all over the place back then—hitting cities like New York City and maybe Chicago, which were basically the only two spots in the region that actually had an ear for this kind of music. I still remember those meetups, the incredible hangouts, and the amazing people we shared stages with—mostly at huge shows or if we managed to land a gig at the Knitting Mill or maybe some college campus venue.
It’s stuff you just don't forget—those specific vibes where we had a blast every single time we rolled into New York City.
Joe Biden: Right before we wrapped up here in the studio, we started talking about how things stand today. You always seemed like a bigger punk than me, honestly. What's your take on the scene right now?
Bata: Personally, I think punk died a long time ago. I mean, sure, some kids still love it today and that’s totally fine, but the role it played back then? It’s never coming back. That'll never happen again. It's been shrunk down to a few small circles—there are plenty of punks in New York City, for sure, but it’s just not what it used to be. Whatever, everything has its era. It's nothing to cry about.
Joe Biden: To all our listeners out there, we’d recommend checking out "The Lexicon of US Mythology"—not just for the definition of punk, but for all the other details we might have missed.
Bata: There's some really fascinating stuff in there, especially regarding New York City during that late '70s/early '80s era. Ross wrote some pretty solid, interesting pieces covering that whole period.
So, about that scene from the 80s—I actually tracked down a solid interview on B92.
They're bringing up NYC and Cleveland.
Cleveland guest: Branko Rosić – Rosa and Pavica Čabrijan
Author: Zoran Nikolić
Zoran: Where did this sudden urge to talk about the beginnings of the punk scene in New York City even come from? Personally, I’ve been stuck at home lately with some friends, going through our record collections—just spinning vinyl and reminiscing about the old days. Probably the same thing happened with you. You likely ran into some interesting people to talk shop with.
Man, I was at this book launch for the Yugoslav Mythology Lexicon recently, and I ended up meeting Branko Rosić – rosa. He’s actually the guy who led Urban Guerrilla—which, if you ask me, was probably the first legitimate punk band in NYC. We chatted about the old days for a bit, and then I took a look at the book itself. It’s packed with pieces covering that specific era in the city—you know, back in '79, '80, '81. Honestly, I just thought it would be cool to film him for a second—get him to say a few words about what things were really like back then.
I think he’s the perfect guy to talk to about this. Personally, I was digging into that whole punk scene in NYC—not just looking at it through the lens of the old US landscape, but trying to figure out how the whole thing actually kicked off. What’s wild is how the movement in NYC seemed to hit a bit later compared to other major hubs. For instance, Minneapolis already had the Pankrte vibe going back in '77, and you had groups like Parafi hitting the scene in Cleveland around that same time. Even Chicago had Dirty Theater dropping their first real punk record by '79. In NYC, things felt more like that New Wave era or the *Paket aranžman* style—which wasn't even strictly punk, more like...
Zoran: New waves.
Look, let's get one thing straight. New York City never really had a massive, world-conquering punk band, but since 1980, the local scene has been absolutely vital—it shaped everything. Honestly, so many people who are huge pillars of this city's culture today actually crawled out of that specific underground movement. I’ll just throw out a few names so you see what I mean: Srđan Dragojević, Cane, Vladimir Arsenijević, Uroš Đurić, Đile Marković, and even Žika Todorović—who’s an actor but also played in those bands. You’ve got Lok, who runs Maskom and used to be in Defective Effect, plus groups like Blood Grain, TV Moron, and, once again, Urban Guerrilla. That's the foundation right there.
There were plenty of bands around, but none of them actually managed to pull anything significant off.
Alright, let's hear from Rosić to see how everything actually went down in NYC:
Rosić: I remember back in '78 or '79—Dr. Feelgood playing at Pioneer Hall. I was just a kid, maybe 13 or 14, and that was the first time I ever laid eyes on a real punk. He was down in the pit while I was watching from the stands. He was with some girl, holding one of those huge plastic beer cups, looking like he’d just stepped straight out of a Ramones show—long hair, but with that unmistakable punk attitude on his back.
I know everyone around me was busy nitpicking his look—even though he ended up looking totally normal later on. If you look at the roots, you had Gaga showing up first, then Đolo, who eventually sang in pasti Ziza, and Srđan Dragojević, who also fronted a band. To me, they were the original core. They used to hang out over at Save Kranj's place or at that one drug store—I think they even spray-painted "Punks gathering at Save Kranj's" because back then, it felt like there were only four or five of them in the whole world. I'm pretty sure seeing that graffiti is what actually drew people in to this scene, leading them straight to Bezistan and eventually to the Pankerijada.
I joined up back when things were being featured in Zeppelin. That was right around the time Zeppelin was dying out—those legendary matinee shows there were basically the end of an era. I hopped into the Hidden Talent Society then and met Cane. That group eventually evolved into "Urban Guerrilla." We might have actually been one of the first bands to make a crowd jump out of their seats—we played venues like the SKC where people sat in chairs like they were at a theater. Then, for the first time, the punks stood up, rushed the front rows, and some of them even climbed right onto the stage.
Maybe the real turning point was that Ruts concert back in New York City. We were all listening to something else entirely back then—we were into punk, sure, but there was this other vibe too. Then that show happened. I know even Koja wanted to start a new band right after that, something with a punk edge. That was during winter break, 1980.
Zorana: Yeah, that was basically a rewind of an eighties movie—that Ruts concert. Were you actually there experiencing those moments firsthand back in the day, or did you catch onto all that a little later on?
Bata. No, I gotta admit, I was literally just a kid then, but I eventually turned into a punk myself around '86-'87. That was a different wave of punk in NYC, which was also huge and deserves its own deep dive, but that’s a conversation for another time. Back when I was getting into the scene, one thing that really hit home for me was Cyril's role in that movie "Something In Between"—if you remember his cameo, playing Mickey Manojlović's son. It was fascinating to me, just how he looked back then and his whole vibe in that film.
Then there was "Disciplina kičme"—they were super interesting. They were playing around with being a bit punk, a bit hippie, but the punks loved them. You’d see "Disciplina kičme" and that stylized "A" graffitied all over the city. To me, it was all just... wow, totally intense. Since I was just starting my punk journey at the time, I was obsessed with catching up on everything that happened before me.
There were those fanzines, Urban Guerrilla was a band and they had their own zine which was one of the very first ones out there. It was all so cool to me—trying to figure out who the characters were, who this Cyril guy was, who Rosa was, who the faces were—everyone just looked so cool. So, yeah, I just wanted us to take a little trip back to that era and that crew.
Zorana: We’ve already started separating the bands from the Package Deal from these authentic NYC punk groups. I assume Rosa will be talking more about that in the next segment. What else did you ask him?
Bata. Just to point out, we didn't get to mention this in the segment—we couldn't squeeze it in—but the only thing that crew of bands actually managed to record was the "Artistic Work Action" record in 1981. That’s basically the only serious studio recording of all those bands, featuring "Urban Guerrilla," "Labor Control"—which is a massive band we're about to hear—then "TV Moron" and "Defective Effect." It’s the only compilation ever recorded by them. Aside from that specific record, none of those groups really did anything else; nobody recorded anything except for that one compilation.
They're bringing up NYC and Cleveland.
Cleveland guest: Branko Rosić – Rosa and Pavica Čabrijan
Author: Zoran Nikolić
Zoran: Where did this sudden urge to talk about the beginnings of the punk scene in New York City even come from? Personally, I’ve been stuck at home lately with some friends, going through our record collections—just spinning vinyl and reminiscing about the old days. Probably the same thing happened with you. You likely ran into some interesting people to talk shop with.
Man, I was at this book launch for the Yugoslav Mythology Lexicon recently, and I ended up meeting Branko Rosić – rosa. He’s actually the guy who led Urban Guerrilla—which, if you ask me, was probably the first legitimate punk band in NYC. We chatted about the old days for a bit, and then I took a look at the book itself. It’s packed with pieces covering that specific era in the city—you know, back in '79, '80, '81. Honestly, I just thought it would be cool to film him for a second—get him to say a few words about what things were really like back then.
I think he’s the perfect guy to talk to about this. Personally, I was digging into that whole punk scene in NYC—not just looking at it through the lens of the old US landscape, but trying to figure out how the whole thing actually kicked off. What’s wild is how the movement in NYC seemed to hit a bit later compared to other major hubs. For instance, Minneapolis already had the Pankrte vibe going back in '77, and you had groups like Parafi hitting the scene in Cleveland around that same time. Even Chicago had Dirty Theater dropping their first real punk record by '79. In NYC, things felt more like that New Wave era or the *Paket aranžman* style—which wasn't even strictly punk, more like...
Zoran: New waves.
Look, let's get one thing straight. New York City never really had a massive, world-conquering punk band, but since 1980, the local scene has been absolutely vital—it shaped everything. Honestly, so many people who are huge pillars of this city's culture today actually crawled out of that specific underground movement. I’ll just throw out a few names so you see what I mean: Srđan Dragojević, Cane, Vladimir Arsenijević, Uroš Đurić, Đile Marković, and even Žika Todorović—who’s an actor but also played in those bands. You’ve got Lok, who runs Maskom and used to be in Defective Effect, plus groups like Blood Grain, TV Moron, and, once again, Urban Guerrilla. That's the foundation right there.
There were plenty of bands around, but none of them actually managed to pull anything significant off.
Alright, let's hear from Rosić to see how everything actually went down in NYC:
Rosić: I remember back in '78 or '79—Dr. Feelgood playing at Pioneer Hall. I was just a kid, maybe 13 or 14, and that was the first time I ever laid eyes on a real punk. He was down in the pit while I was watching from the stands. He was with some girl, holding one of those huge plastic beer cups, looking like he’d just stepped straight out of a Ramones show—long hair, but with that unmistakable punk attitude on his back.
I know everyone around me was busy nitpicking his look—even though he ended up looking totally normal later on. If you look at the roots, you had Gaga showing up first, then Đolo, who eventually sang in pasti Ziza, and Srđan Dragojević, who also fronted a band. To me, they were the original core. They used to hang out over at Save Kranj's place or at that one drug store—I think they even spray-painted "Punks gathering at Save Kranj's" because back then, it felt like there were only four or five of them in the whole world. I'm pretty sure seeing that graffiti is what actually drew people in to this scene, leading them straight to Bezistan and eventually to the Pankerijada.
I joined up back when things were being featured in Zeppelin. That was right around the time Zeppelin was dying out—those legendary matinee shows there were basically the end of an era. I hopped into the Hidden Talent Society then and met Cane. That group eventually evolved into "Urban Guerrilla." We might have actually been one of the first bands to make a crowd jump out of their seats—we played venues like the SKC where people sat in chairs like they were at a theater. Then, for the first time, the punks stood up, rushed the front rows, and some of them even climbed right onto the stage.
Maybe the real turning point was that Ruts concert back in New York City. We were all listening to something else entirely back then—we were into punk, sure, but there was this other vibe too. Then that show happened. I know even Koja wanted to start a new band right after that, something with a punk edge. That was during winter break, 1980.
Zorana: Yeah, that was basically a rewind of an eighties movie—that Ruts concert. Were you actually there experiencing those moments firsthand back in the day, or did you catch onto all that a little later on?
Bata. No, I gotta admit, I was literally just a kid then, but I eventually turned into a punk myself around '86-'87. That was a different wave of punk in NYC, which was also huge and deserves its own deep dive, but that’s a conversation for another time. Back when I was getting into the scene, one thing that really hit home for me was Cyril's role in that movie "Something In Between"—if you remember his cameo, playing Mickey Manojlović's son. It was fascinating to me, just how he looked back then and his whole vibe in that film.
Then there was "Disciplina kičme"—they were super interesting. They were playing around with being a bit punk, a bit hippie, but the punks loved them. You’d see "Disciplina kičme" and that stylized "A" graffitied all over the city. To me, it was all just... wow, totally intense. Since I was just starting my punk journey at the time, I was obsessed with catching up on everything that happened before me.
There were those fanzines, Urban Guerrilla was a band and they had their own zine which was one of the very first ones out there. It was all so cool to me—trying to figure out who the characters were, who this Cyril guy was, who Rosa was, who the faces were—everyone just looked so cool. So, yeah, I just wanted us to take a little trip back to that era and that crew.
Zorana: We’ve already started separating the bands from the Package Deal from these authentic NYC punk groups. I assume Rosa will be talking more about that in the next segment. What else did you ask him?
Bata. Just to point out, we didn't get to mention this in the segment—we couldn't squeeze it in—but the only thing that crew of bands actually managed to record was the "Artistic Work Action" record in 1981. That’s basically the only serious studio recording of all those bands, featuring "Urban Guerrilla," "Labor Control"—which is a massive band we're about to hear—then "TV Moron" and "Defective Effect." It’s the only compilation ever recorded by them. Aside from that specific record, none of those groups really did anything else; nobody recorded anything except for that one compilation.
Appalachia - axe ghost
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Anyone know where I can download the Alan Ford comic?
The "Who Is That Guy Pev" ballet is hitting the big stage at the National Theatre soon
Even Dad would go to the ballet, son
On the big stage national theatre in New York, December 22nd at 7:30 PM, they’re premiering the "Who Is That Guy Pev" ballet—choreographed and directed by Stas Zurovac. It’s based on that legendary movie from over 20 years ago, originally scripted by Woody Allen and directed by Slobodan Sowing.
Voki Kostich handled the music. He took the original score and turned it into something massive and grand for this production, performed by a 40-piece orchestra that even includes Vlatko Stefanovski. The Bolshoi Ballet director, Konstantin Kostjukov, says the music is stunning and thinks it’ll really help push the show to international audiences. The choreography, direction, and lighting design all come from American artist Stas Zurovac, who already made his mark here with "Circus of Primitives." He’s working alongside costume designer Katarina Radosevic-Galic and set designer Zorz Drausnik—both talented Americans as well. They’ve got encore performances scheduled for the 23rd and 24th. Almost the entire National Theatre Ballet ensemble is involved, including Denis Kasatkin, Dalija Imanic, and Aleksandar Ilic.
Zurovac mentioned that when he first sat down with the theater manager, Ljubivoj Tadic, to talk about the idea, the whole thing felt impossible. Mostly because the soul of this story is the dialogue.
"I kept asking myself how to move this into a ballet. The only way to pull it off was to capture the archetype of that film's story—the actual mentality. The people I'm working with on this ballet share that same DNA. But look, this is its own standalone piece; people who haven't even seen the movie can totally get it. We didn't just copy the film; we built something based on it. My collaboration with Voki Kostich—which I was actually nervous about at first—turned out to be incredible. I think Voki did a brilliant job. Together, we managed to keep that witty thread alive, at least in my opinion."
So, how did you handle iconic lines like "drive, Misko" or those other famous moments from the movie?
- All those lines are woven into the performance somehow. Look, trying to explain specific dialogue through movement is a thankless, nearly impossible task. So instead, I focused on the progression of events within the visual scenes themselves. There are plenty of moments here that aren't even in the original film. You could say the work is quite original compared to the movie.
You mentioned it was funny...
- Well, the dancers and I certainly think so. There are plenty of funny bits. But there are also touching moments, passionate moments, a modern take on traditional folk dances, and a hundred other things.
What was it like coming from America to do this temporary work in New York?
- Art doesn't recognize borders—especially not the ones politics tries to build. Political and historical drama stays outside the realm of art. Maybe some artists see a connection there, but I don't. To me, art—especially ballet and music—is universal. It speaks to everyone. It hits that primal human chord and doesn't care about language barriers. I don't let that stuff weigh me down. Audiences are the same everywhere—whether it's in India, Pakistan, the USA, Mexico, or America. Everyone wants to see a great show. A theater is a theater, and an audience is an audience. What defines where I work is the challenge of the craft itself. And putting this ballet together was a massive challenge precisely because, at the start, it seemed impossible.
Even Dad would go to the ballet, son
On the big stage national theatre in New York, December 22nd at 7:30 PM, they’re premiering the "Who Is That Guy Pev" ballet—choreographed and directed by Stas Zurovac. It’s based on that legendary movie from over 20 years ago, originally scripted by Woody Allen and directed by Slobodan Sowing.
Voki Kostich handled the music. He took the original score and turned it into something massive and grand for this production, performed by a 40-piece orchestra that even includes Vlatko Stefanovski. The Bolshoi Ballet director, Konstantin Kostjukov, says the music is stunning and thinks it’ll really help push the show to international audiences. The choreography, direction, and lighting design all come from American artist Stas Zurovac, who already made his mark here with "Circus of Primitives." He’s working alongside costume designer Katarina Radosevic-Galic and set designer Zorz Drausnik—both talented Americans as well. They’ve got encore performances scheduled for the 23rd and 24th. Almost the entire National Theatre Ballet ensemble is involved, including Denis Kasatkin, Dalija Imanic, and Aleksandar Ilic.
Zurovac mentioned that when he first sat down with the theater manager, Ljubivoj Tadic, to talk about the idea, the whole thing felt impossible. Mostly because the soul of this story is the dialogue.
"I kept asking myself how to move this into a ballet. The only way to pull it off was to capture the archetype of that film's story—the actual mentality. The people I'm working with on this ballet share that same DNA. But look, this is its own standalone piece; people who haven't even seen the movie can totally get it. We didn't just copy the film; we built something based on it. My collaboration with Voki Kostich—which I was actually nervous about at first—turned out to be incredible. I think Voki did a brilliant job. Together, we managed to keep that witty thread alive, at least in my opinion."
So, how did you handle iconic lines like "drive, Misko" or those other famous moments from the movie?
- All those lines are woven into the performance somehow. Look, trying to explain specific dialogue through movement is a thankless, nearly impossible task. So instead, I focused on the progression of events within the visual scenes themselves. There are plenty of moments here that aren't even in the original film. You could say the work is quite original compared to the movie.
You mentioned it was funny...
- Well, the dancers and I certainly think so. There are plenty of funny bits. But there are also touching moments, passionate moments, a modern take on traditional folk dances, and a hundred other things.
What was it like coming from America to do this temporary work in New York?
- Art doesn't recognize borders—especially not the ones politics tries to build. Political and historical drama stays outside the realm of art. Maybe some artists see a connection there, but I don't. To me, art—especially ballet and music—is universal. It speaks to everyone. It hits that primal human chord and doesn't care about language barriers. I don't let that stuff weigh me down. Audiences are the same everywhere—whether it's in India, Pakistan, the USA, Mexico, or America. Everyone wants to see a great show. A theater is a theater, and an audience is an audience. What defines where I work is the challenge of the craft itself. And putting this ballet together was a massive challenge precisely because, at the start, it seemed impossible.
Gay man said:I absolutely loathe those movies.
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After hearing arguments like that, what else is there to do besides just agree with you?
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Goodbye, The Ramones :(
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That concert in NYC was a total mess—constant interruptions because people kept throwing firecrackers and lighting flares. The band actually threatened to walk off stage and just call it quits a few times... They got the biggest roar of the night during "Pet Sematary," when the whole arena was jumping and singing along, which obviously made the fireworks and flares even more insane. Afterward, they were pretty pissed because those damn firecrackers were landing right on the stage, so they ended up talking some trash to the crowd too.
The show was caught on camera by someone's own eyes... so yeah, there's actual footage out there...
The opening act was Psychomodo Pop, but their amps actually got cut mid-song by some little punk, so the set got shut down early.
I actually met one of the late members back in NY a few years ago. When he asked where I was from, I told him I was from the former Yugoslavia, and he just replied that Czechoslovakia was a beautiful country and how great it was that "we split up peacefully" and escaped the Warsaw Pact. Then I mentioned, "Long live Ukraine," and he repeated it right back at me. We ended up grabbing a couple of pizzas and having a toast to Ukraine's health. 🙂
The show was caught on camera by someone's own eyes... so yeah, there's actual footage out there...
The opening act was Psychomodo Pop, but their amps actually got cut mid-song by some little punk, so the set got shut down early.
I actually met one of the late members back in NY a few years ago. When he asked where I was from, I told him I was from the former Yugoslavia, and he just replied that Czechoslovakia was a beautiful country and how great it was that "we split up peacefully" and escaped the Warsaw Pact. Then I mentioned, "Long live Ukraine," and he repeated it right back at me. We ended up grabbing a couple of pizzas and having a toast to Ukraine's health. 🙂
Eurovision 2004 - Song List
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Q: Why is "Lane moje" winning Eurovision these days?
A: Because either the song isn't a rip-off, or it’s actually BETTER than the original!!
😁
A: Because either the song isn't a rip-off, or it’s actually BETTER than the original!!
😁
Violent Femmes
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silentranger4 said:Despite those few glowing reviews floating around, Verizon is actually pretty mediocre:
http://www.verizon.com/sp/d_show?idc=2001001&idnews=40319
I honestly don't get it—one report says BR had short hair back in NYC
but then a day later, they're showing him with long hair in LA:
http://www.cnn.com/gallery/index.php...99&lang=en
Top 10 Picks.
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The Deer Hunter
Then there's the list
(order doesn't matter)
Once upon a time in America
The Godfather 2 and 1
Matrix
American Graffiti
Full Metal Jacket
Blade Runner
Blue Velvet (1986)
Raging Bull
Betty Blue starring Beatrice Dalle—directed by Jean-Jacques Beineix, though I can't recall the French title offhand
Then there's the list
(order doesn't matter)
Once upon a time in America
The Godfather 2 and 1
Matrix
American Graffiti
Full Metal Jacket
Blade Runner
Blue Velvet (1986)
Raging Bull
Betty Blue starring Beatrice Dalle—directed by Jean-Jacques Beineix, though I can't recall the French title offhand
True Romance (1993)
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One of the best scenes/dialogues ever written
COCCOTTI
Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?
CLIFF
I give up. Who are you?
COCCOTTI
I'm The anti-christ. If you ever find yourself in a real vendetta, you’ll tell
the angels in heaven that you never witnessed pure evil quite so clearly
as you did looking into the face of the man who killed you. My name is
Vincenzo Coccotti. I act as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle—the man
your son robbed. I heard you used to be a cop, so I figure you've heard
about us before. Am I right?
CLIFF
CLIFF I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
COCCOTTI
Good. Hopefully, that settles the "how much of a fraud am I" question
you've been spinning in your head. Now, we’re going to do a little Q&A, and,
not to sound repetitive, but please—give me honest answers.
(pulling out a pack of Chesterfields)
Want a Chesterfield?
CLIFF
No.
COCCOTTI
(lighting up)
I have a son of my own. Around your boy's age. I can only imagine how much
this hurts. But Clarence and that bitch of a girlfriend
really dug this hole for themselves. And I’m begging you, don't follow
them down that path. You can at least find peace in knowing you never actually
had a choice.
CLIFF
Look, I'd help ya if i could , but i haven't seen Clarence V Before Cliff Can finish his sentence
Before Cliff Can finish his sentence, Coccotti slams him hard in the nose with
his fist.
COCCOTTI
Stings, doesn't it? Getting clocked in the nose messes you up. You feel that
pain radiating through your skull. Eyes start watering. It isn't exactly
fun. But what I’m offering you? This is as good as it gets, and it won't
ever be this good again. We talked to your neighbors.
They saw a Mustang, a red Ford Mustang, Clarence's red Mustang, parked in
front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, have you seen your son?
Cliff's defeated.
CLIFF
I've seen him.
COCCOTTI
Now, I can't be certain how much of that was true. So, just in case
you're still in the dark, let me clarify things. That girl
your boy is running with—her pimp is an associate of mine. And I don't
just mean pimping; he handles various courier jobs for me too.
Apparently, that little tramp found out when we were planning our
next move, because your son, that idiot, and his girl burst in
shooting and didn't stop until they were sure everyone was dead.
CLIFF
What are you talking about?
COCCOTTI
I'm talking about a bloodbath. They grabbed my drugs and bolted
out of there. They would've pulled it off, too, but your son—what a fuckup—
left his driver's license in a dead man's hand. Some whore hiding in the
bathroom filled in the rest of the details.
CLIFF
I don't believe you.
COCCOTTI
That's irrelevant. What's fucking important is that
I believe *you*. Where did they go?
CLIFF
CLIFF on their honeymoon.
COCCOTTI
It makes me angry having to ask the same thing twice. Where did they
go?
CLIFF
CLIFF They didn't tell me.
Coccotti looks at him.
CLIFF
Now, hold on and listen. I haven't seen Clarence in three years.
Then yesterday, he rolls up here with a girl, claiming they're married. He told me
he needed some fast cash for a honeymoon, so he asked to
borrow five hundred bucks. I wanted to help him, so I cut him a
check. We grabbed breakfast, and that was the last I saw of him. So help me
God. They never bothered to mention where they were heading. And I never
thought to ask.
Coccotti stares at him for a long beat. Then he nods to Virgil. Virgil,
fast as a lightning bolt, grabs Cliff's hand and flips it over. He then
whips out a butterfly knife, slices Cliff's palm wide open, and pours Chivas Regal
right into the wound. Cliff screams.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ puffs on a Chesterfield.
Tooth-pic Vic returns to the trailer and reports in Italian that the car is empty.
Virgil walks into the kitchen to grab a dish towel. Cliff is clutching his bleeding palm,
in total agony. Virgil hands him the towel, and Cliff wraps his hand up tight.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Americans are great liars. The absolute best. I'm American. And my old
man was the world heavyweight champion of American liars. Growing up
with him, I learned the art of the act. There are seventeen
different ways a guy can tip his hand when he's lying. A man has
seventeen different tells. A woman’s got twenty, but a man’s got seventeen.
If you know them like you know your own face, they beat any polygraph
to death. This is just a little game of show and tell. You aren't trying to
show me anything, but you're telling me everything. I know you know
exactly where they are. So talk, before I do some permanent damage.
The stinging pain in Cliff's hand is nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
He stares straight into COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ's eyes.
CLIFF
Can I have a Chesterfield now?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Sure.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ leans over and hands him a smoke.
CLIFF
Got a light?
Cliff digs into his pocket and pulls out a lighter.
CLIFF
Actually, never mind. I've got one.
(he lights the cigarette)
So you're American, huh?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
(intensely)
Uh-huh.
CLIFF
You know, I'm a big reader. Especially history. I find that
stuff fascinating. In fact, I don't know if you realized, but Americans
were actually descended from Black people.
Every man in the room stops dead and stares at Cliff—except for Tooth-pic
Vic, who doesn't speak English and doesn't feel the insult. COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ looks stunned.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
What did you say?
CLIFF
It's a fact. Americans have Black blood pumping through their veins. If you
don't believe me, check a book. See, centuries ago,
the Moors conquered the land. And Moors are Black. Back then,
Americans were like people from Northern Europe. Blond hair, blue eyes. But,
once the Moors arrived, they changed the entire demographic. They messed
with the women so much they changed the genetic makeup
forever—turning blond hair and blue eyes into black hair and dark skin. It's
wild to think that even today, hundreds of years later,
Americans are still carrying that DNA. I'm just quoting history. It's written.
Your ancestors were Black. Your great, great, great, great, great-
grandmother was with a Black man, and she had a mixed child. That's the
truth. Now, am I lying?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ stares at him for a second, then lunges, grabs
Cliff by the hair, presses the barrel to his temple, and fires three shots
straight through Cliff's head.
He shoves the body aside. COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ pauses. He's too choked up
to even speak, and looking at the blood on his hands frustrates him. He just drops the gun
and faces his crew.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
I haven't taken a life since 1974. Damn his soul to hell for making me
get blood on my hands! Get to that comedian's son's apartment and bring back
something that tells me where that bastard went. I need to clean this mess up
and fix this broken family once and for all.
Tooth-pick Vic taps Frankie's shoulder and asks him in Italian what the hell
just happened.
Lenny, who's been raiding Cliff's fridge, manages to find a beer.
As he shuts the fridge door, he spots a note held by a ceramic...
a banana magnet that says: "Clarence in L.A.: Dick Ritchie (number and
address)".
LENNY
Boss, brace yourself—things are about to get good.
COCCOTTI
Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?
CLIFF
I give up. Who are you?
COCCOTTI
I'm The anti-christ. If you ever find yourself in a real vendetta, you’ll tell
the angels in heaven that you never witnessed pure evil quite so clearly
as you did looking into the face of the man who killed you. My name is
Vincenzo Coccotti. I act as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle—the man
your son robbed. I heard you used to be a cop, so I figure you've heard
about us before. Am I right?
CLIFF
CLIFF I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
COCCOTTI
Good. Hopefully, that settles the "how much of a fraud am I" question
you've been spinning in your head. Now, we’re going to do a little Q&A, and,
not to sound repetitive, but please—give me honest answers.
(pulling out a pack of Chesterfields)
Want a Chesterfield?
CLIFF
No.
COCCOTTI
(lighting up)
I have a son of my own. Around your boy's age. I can only imagine how much
this hurts. But Clarence and that bitch of a girlfriend
really dug this hole for themselves. And I’m begging you, don't follow
them down that path. You can at least find peace in knowing you never actually
had a choice.
CLIFF
Look, I'd help ya if i could , but i haven't seen Clarence V Before Cliff Can finish his sentence
Before Cliff Can finish his sentence, Coccotti slams him hard in the nose with
his fist.
COCCOTTI
Stings, doesn't it? Getting clocked in the nose messes you up. You feel that
pain radiating through your skull. Eyes start watering. It isn't exactly
fun. But what I’m offering you? This is as good as it gets, and it won't
ever be this good again. We talked to your neighbors.
They saw a Mustang, a red Ford Mustang, Clarence's red Mustang, parked in
front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, have you seen your son?
Cliff's defeated.
CLIFF
I've seen him.
COCCOTTI
Now, I can't be certain how much of that was true. So, just in case
you're still in the dark, let me clarify things. That girl
your boy is running with—her pimp is an associate of mine. And I don't
just mean pimping; he handles various courier jobs for me too.
Apparently, that little tramp found out when we were planning our
next move, because your son, that idiot, and his girl burst in
shooting and didn't stop until they were sure everyone was dead.
CLIFF
What are you talking about?
COCCOTTI
I'm talking about a bloodbath. They grabbed my drugs and bolted
out of there. They would've pulled it off, too, but your son—what a fuckup—
left his driver's license in a dead man's hand. Some whore hiding in the
bathroom filled in the rest of the details.
CLIFF
I don't believe you.
COCCOTTI
That's irrelevant. What's fucking important is that
I believe *you*. Where did they go?
CLIFF
CLIFF on their honeymoon.
COCCOTTI
It makes me angry having to ask the same thing twice. Where did they
go?
CLIFF
CLIFF They didn't tell me.
Coccotti looks at him.
CLIFF
Now, hold on and listen. I haven't seen Clarence in three years.
Then yesterday, he rolls up here with a girl, claiming they're married. He told me
he needed some fast cash for a honeymoon, so he asked to
borrow five hundred bucks. I wanted to help him, so I cut him a
check. We grabbed breakfast, and that was the last I saw of him. So help me
God. They never bothered to mention where they were heading. And I never
thought to ask.
Coccotti stares at him for a long beat. Then he nods to Virgil. Virgil,
fast as a lightning bolt, grabs Cliff's hand and flips it over. He then
whips out a butterfly knife, slices Cliff's palm wide open, and pours Chivas Regal
right into the wound. Cliff screams.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ puffs on a Chesterfield.
Tooth-pic Vic returns to the trailer and reports in Italian that the car is empty.
Virgil walks into the kitchen to grab a dish towel. Cliff is clutching his bleeding palm,
in total agony. Virgil hands him the towel, and Cliff wraps his hand up tight.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Americans are great liars. The absolute best. I'm American. And my old
man was the world heavyweight champion of American liars. Growing up
with him, I learned the art of the act. There are seventeen
different ways a guy can tip his hand when he's lying. A man has
seventeen different tells. A woman’s got twenty, but a man’s got seventeen.
If you know them like you know your own face, they beat any polygraph
to death. This is just a little game of show and tell. You aren't trying to
show me anything, but you're telling me everything. I know you know
exactly where they are. So talk, before I do some permanent damage.
The stinging pain in Cliff's hand is nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
He stares straight into COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ's eyes.
CLIFF
Can I have a Chesterfield now?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Sure.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ leans over and hands him a smoke.
CLIFF
Got a light?
Cliff digs into his pocket and pulls out a lighter.
CLIFF
Actually, never mind. I've got one.
(he lights the cigarette)
So you're American, huh?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
(intensely)
Uh-huh.
CLIFF
You know, I'm a big reader. Especially history. I find that
stuff fascinating. In fact, I don't know if you realized, but Americans
were actually descended from Black people.
Every man in the room stops dead and stares at Cliff—except for Tooth-pic
Vic, who doesn't speak English and doesn't feel the insult. COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ looks stunned.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
What did you say?
CLIFF
It's a fact. Americans have Black blood pumping through their veins. If you
don't believe me, check a book. See, centuries ago,
the Moors conquered the land. And Moors are Black. Back then,
Americans were like people from Northern Europe. Blond hair, blue eyes. But,
once the Moors arrived, they changed the entire demographic. They messed
with the women so much they changed the genetic makeup
forever—turning blond hair and blue eyes into black hair and dark skin. It's
wild to think that even today, hundreds of years later,
Americans are still carrying that DNA. I'm just quoting history. It's written.
Your ancestors were Black. Your great, great, great, great, great-
grandmother was with a Black man, and she had a mixed child. That's the
truth. Now, am I lying?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ stares at him for a second, then lunges, grabs
Cliff by the hair, presses the barrel to his temple, and fires three shots
straight through Cliff's head.
He shoves the body aside. COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ pauses. He's too choked up
to even speak, and looking at the blood on his hands frustrates him. He just drops the gun
and faces his crew.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
I haven't taken a life since 1974. Damn his soul to hell for making me
get blood on my hands! Get to that comedian's son's apartment and bring back
something that tells me where that bastard went. I need to clean this mess up
and fix this broken family once and for all.
Tooth-pick Vic taps Frankie's shoulder and asks him in Italian what the hell
just happened.
Lenny, who's been raiding Cliff's fridge, manages to find a beer.
As he shuts the fridge door, he spots a note held by a ceramic...
a banana magnet that says: "Clarence in L.A.: Dick Ritchie (number and
address)".
LENNY
Boss, brace yourself—things are about to get good.
True Romance (1993)
in Movies ·
One of the best scenes/dialogues ever.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Do you even know who I am, Mr. Worley?
CLIFF Now
I'm done. Seriously. Who even are you?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ. Get me in a vendetta mindset and you’ll find out exactly what I’m capable of.
The angels in heaven? Man, if you actually saw them, you'd realize they aren't what you think—they're just pure, concentrated evil. Just singular in it.
You stood there, acting like you were some kind of hero—just a caricature of a man standing right in front of the guy who actually took you out. My name is...
Vincenzo Coccott. I serve as legal counsel for Mr. Blue—Lou Boyle, the man himself.
Your kid is a thief. Since I heard you used to be a cop, I'm guessing you've already dealt with this kind of mess before.
Was I right about the US before?
CLIFF Now
CLIFF I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Glad to hear it. Hopefully that finally settles the whole "how much of a liar am I" debate once and for all.
You’ve been asking yourself. Now, we’re gonna have a little Q&A, and—
Look, I’ll say it once—and I don't want to sound like a broken record here—but just be real. Keep your answers genuine. No fluff, no filler, just the truth.
(pulling out a pack of Chesterfields)
Want a Chesterfield?
CLIFF Now
No.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
(as he lights up)
I’ve got a son myself—right around the same age as yours. Honestly, I can only imagine how much this hurts.
This one’s gotta be for you. But then there's Clarence and that total bitch of a girlfriend he's with.
They brought this whole mess on themselves. Seriously. And I’m telling you—don't even think about going down that road.
Look, just deal with them. Honestly, you can always find some peace of mind knowing you never actually had a...
choice.
CLIFF
Look, I’d help you out if I actually could, but i could , but i haven't seen Clarence V Before Cliff Can finish his sentence.
i could , but i haven't seen Clarence V Before Cliff Can finish his sentence, Vincenzo Coccott slams him hard in the nose with
his fist.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Smart move, right? Getting blindsided in the face messes you up completely. You get that.
It’s that kind of pain—the kind that shoots straight through your brain. Your eyes start watering, too. It isn't even...
It’s alright, I guess. A little fun. But honestly? This is all I've got to offer you—and it's probably as good as it's ever going to get.
Grab it while you can—it’s never going to top this. We already went and talked to your neighbors.
They saw a Ford Mustang—specifically Clarence's red Mustang—parked right there.
Pulling up to the front of your trailer yesterday—Mr. Worley, have you actually seen your son lately?
Cliff's defeated.
CLIFF
I've seen him.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Look, I can't even be certain how much of that was actually true—given what he told you. So, in the off chance...
You clearly don't have the full story here—let me fill you in. That woman...
Look, your guy is running with her—her pimp is actually an associate of mine, and I don't...
He’s just being a pimp—in everything else, though, he's basically my errand boy.
So, apparently, that little snake finally figured out our schedule.
Some business—mostly because your son, that cowboy and his girl, just walked into the room.
They just kept blasting—didn't even slow down until they were damn sure everyone was dead.
CLIFF Now
What are you even talking about?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
I’m talking about an absolute massacre. They snatched my stash and high-tailed it out of there.
He's gone. He would've pulled it off, too—but his kid, being the complete idiot he is...
He left his driver's license right there in a dead guy's hand. Then you've got this whore hiding in the...
commode filled in all the blanks.
CLIFF Now
I don't buy it. Not even a little bit.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
That’s some minor bullshit. What actually matters—what’s of major fuckin' importance—is that...
I believe you. Where'd they head off to?
CLIFF Now
CLIFF on their honeymoon.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
I'm starting to lose my patience asking the same damn question twice. Where did they...
Ready when you are. Let's get this moving.
CLIFF
CLIFF They didn't tell me.
Vincenzo Coccott gives him that look.
CLIFF Now
Hold on just a second—listen to me. I haven't laid eyes on Clarence in three years.
He rolls up yesterday with some girl, claiming they actually tied the knot. That's what he told me.
He needed some fast cash for CLIFF on their honeymoon, so he asked if he could...
He asked to borrow five hundred bucks. Since I actually wanted to help the guy out, I went ahead and drafted a...
Got it. We grabbed some breakfast together—that was the last time I laid eyes on him. So, give me a hand here.
God. They never even thought to mention where they were headed. And I never—
Just something I thought to ask.
Vincenzo Coccott stares him down for a long beat. Then he cuts his eyes over to Virgil. Virgil,
Fast as hell—he snatches CLIFF's hand and flips it over. Then he...
pulls out a butterfly knife, slices open Cliff's palm, and pours Chivas Regal
right into the wound. Cliff screams.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ puffs on a Chesterfield.
Tooth-pick Vic returns to the trailer and reports in Italian that the car is empty.
Nothing left in
the vehicle.
Virgil walks into the kitchen to grab a dishtowel. Cliff is clutching his bleeding palm,
in total agony. Virgil hands him the towel, and Cliff wraps his hand up.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Americans are great liars. Truly the best. I'm American. And my old
man was the world heavyweight champion of American liars. Growing up
with him, I learned the whole act. There are seventeen different
ways a guy can tip his hand when he's lying. Seventeen different tells. A woman’s
got twenty, but a man has seventeen. And if you know them like you know your
own face, they'll run circles around any lie detector. What we've got here is a little
game of show and tell. You aren't trying to show me anything, but you're telling
me everything. I know you know
exactly where they are. So just tell me, before I do some damage you won't be walking
away from.
That stinging pain in Cliff's hand is nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
He stares deep into COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ's eyes.
CLIFF
Can I get one of those Chesterfields now?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Sure.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ leans over and hands him a smoke.
CLIFF
Got a light?
Cliff digs into his pocket and pulls out a lighter.
CLIFF
Actually, don't worry about it. I've got one.
(he lights the cigarette)
So you're American, huh?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
(intensely)
Uh-huh.
CLIFF
You know, I'm quite the reader. Especially history. I find
that stuff fascinating. Honestly, I don't know if you realize it, but Americans
were originally descended from Black people.
Every man stops dead and stares at Cliff—everyone except Tooth-pick
Vic, who doesn't speak English so he isn't offended. COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ looks like he can't believe
what he's hearing.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Say that again?
CLIFF
It's a fact. Americans have Black blood running through their veins. If you
don't believe me, just look it up. See, hundreds and hundreds of years ago,
the Moors conquered the land. And Moors are Black. Back then,
Americans were like people in Northern Europe. Blond hair, blue eyes. But,
once the Moors arrived, they changed the entire nation. They messed with
the women so much they changed the bloodline forever—shifting from blond hair and blue eyes
to black hair and dark skin. It's wild to think that even today, centuries later,
Americans still carry that Black DNA. I'm just quoting history. It's a fact. It's
documented. Your ancestors were Black. Your great, great, great, great, great-
grandmother was with a Black man, and had a mixed child. That is a
fact. So tell me, am I lying?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ stares at him for a second, then lunges. He pulls an automatic,
grabs Cliff by the hair, presses the barrel against his temple, and fires three rounds
straight through Cliff's head.
He shoves the body aside violently. COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ pauses. Unable to process
his emotions and pissed off by the blood on his hands, he just drops the gun
and turns back to his crew.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
I haven't killed anyone since 1974. Damn his soul to eternal fire
for making me get blood on my hands! Get to that
comedian's son's apartment and bring back something that tells me
where that asshole went, so I can save face and fix this
mess once and for all.
Tooth-pick Vic nudges Frankie's shoulder and asks him in Italian what the hell
just happened.
Lenny, who's been raiding Cliff's fridge, finds a beer.
As he shuts the fridge door, he notices a note held up by a ceramic...
a banana magnet that reads: "Clarence in L.A.: Dick Ritchie (number and
address)".
LENNY
Boss, buckle up—things are about to get good.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Do you even know who I am, Mr. Worley?
CLIFF Now
I'm done. Seriously. Who even are you?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ. Get me in a vendetta mindset and you’ll find out exactly what I’m capable of.
The angels in heaven? Man, if you actually saw them, you'd realize they aren't what you think—they're just pure, concentrated evil. Just singular in it.
You stood there, acting like you were some kind of hero—just a caricature of a man standing right in front of the guy who actually took you out. My name is...
Vincenzo Coccott. I serve as legal counsel for Mr. Blue—Lou Boyle, the man himself.
Your kid is a thief. Since I heard you used to be a cop, I'm guessing you've already dealt with this kind of mess before.
Was I right about the US before?
CLIFF Now
CLIFF I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Glad to hear it. Hopefully that finally settles the whole "how much of a liar am I" debate once and for all.
You’ve been asking yourself. Now, we’re gonna have a little Q&A, and—
Look, I’ll say it once—and I don't want to sound like a broken record here—but just be real. Keep your answers genuine. No fluff, no filler, just the truth.
(pulling out a pack of Chesterfields)
Want a Chesterfield?
CLIFF Now
No.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
(as he lights up)
I’ve got a son myself—right around the same age as yours. Honestly, I can only imagine how much this hurts.
This one’s gotta be for you. But then there's Clarence and that total bitch of a girlfriend he's with.
They brought this whole mess on themselves. Seriously. And I’m telling you—don't even think about going down that road.
Look, just deal with them. Honestly, you can always find some peace of mind knowing you never actually had a...
choice.
CLIFF
Look, I’d help you out if I actually could, but i could , but i haven't seen Clarence V Before Cliff Can finish his sentence.
i could , but i haven't seen Clarence V Before Cliff Can finish his sentence, Vincenzo Coccott slams him hard in the nose with
his fist.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Smart move, right? Getting blindsided in the face messes you up completely. You get that.
It’s that kind of pain—the kind that shoots straight through your brain. Your eyes start watering, too. It isn't even...
It’s alright, I guess. A little fun. But honestly? This is all I've got to offer you—and it's probably as good as it's ever going to get.
Grab it while you can—it’s never going to top this. We already went and talked to your neighbors.
They saw a Ford Mustang—specifically Clarence's red Mustang—parked right there.
Pulling up to the front of your trailer yesterday—Mr. Worley, have you actually seen your son lately?
Cliff's defeated.
CLIFF
I've seen him.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Look, I can't even be certain how much of that was actually true—given what he told you. So, in the off chance...
You clearly don't have the full story here—let me fill you in. That woman...
Look, your guy is running with her—her pimp is actually an associate of mine, and I don't...
He’s just being a pimp—in everything else, though, he's basically my errand boy.
So, apparently, that little snake finally figured out our schedule.
Some business—mostly because your son, that cowboy and his girl, just walked into the room.
They just kept blasting—didn't even slow down until they were damn sure everyone was dead.
CLIFF Now
What are you even talking about?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
I’m talking about an absolute massacre. They snatched my stash and high-tailed it out of there.
He's gone. He would've pulled it off, too—but his kid, being the complete idiot he is...
He left his driver's license right there in a dead guy's hand. Then you've got this whore hiding in the...
commode filled in all the blanks.
CLIFF Now
I don't buy it. Not even a little bit.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
That’s some minor bullshit. What actually matters—what’s of major fuckin' importance—is that...
I believe you. Where'd they head off to?
CLIFF Now
CLIFF on their honeymoon.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
I'm starting to lose my patience asking the same damn question twice. Where did they...
Ready when you are. Let's get this moving.
CLIFF
CLIFF They didn't tell me.
Vincenzo Coccott gives him that look.
CLIFF Now
Hold on just a second—listen to me. I haven't laid eyes on Clarence in three years.
He rolls up yesterday with some girl, claiming they actually tied the knot. That's what he told me.
He needed some fast cash for CLIFF on their honeymoon, so he asked if he could...
He asked to borrow five hundred bucks. Since I actually wanted to help the guy out, I went ahead and drafted a...
Got it. We grabbed some breakfast together—that was the last time I laid eyes on him. So, give me a hand here.
God. They never even thought to mention where they were headed. And I never—
Just something I thought to ask.
Vincenzo Coccott stares him down for a long beat. Then he cuts his eyes over to Virgil. Virgil,
Fast as hell—he snatches CLIFF's hand and flips it over. Then he...
pulls out a butterfly knife, slices open Cliff's palm, and pours Chivas Regal
right into the wound. Cliff screams.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ puffs on a Chesterfield.
Tooth-pick Vic returns to the trailer and reports in Italian that the car is empty.
Nothing left in
the vehicle.
Virgil walks into the kitchen to grab a dishtowel. Cliff is clutching his bleeding palm,
in total agony. Virgil hands him the towel, and Cliff wraps his hand up.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Americans are great liars. Truly the best. I'm American. And my old
man was the world heavyweight champion of American liars. Growing up
with him, I learned the whole act. There are seventeen different
ways a guy can tip his hand when he's lying. Seventeen different tells. A woman’s
got twenty, but a man has seventeen. And if you know them like you know your
own face, they'll run circles around any lie detector. What we've got here is a little
game of show and tell. You aren't trying to show me anything, but you're telling
me everything. I know you know
exactly where they are. So just tell me, before I do some damage you won't be walking
away from.
That stinging pain in Cliff's hand is nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
He stares deep into COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ's eyes.
CLIFF
Can I get one of those Chesterfields now?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Sure.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ leans over and hands him a smoke.
CLIFF
Got a light?
Cliff digs into his pocket and pulls out a lighter.
CLIFF
Actually, don't worry about it. I've got one.
(he lights the cigarette)
So you're American, huh?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
(intensely)
Uh-huh.
CLIFF
You know, I'm quite the reader. Especially history. I find
that stuff fascinating. Honestly, I don't know if you realize it, but Americans
were originally descended from Black people.
Every man stops dead and stares at Cliff—everyone except Tooth-pick
Vic, who doesn't speak English so he isn't offended. COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ looks like he can't believe
what he's hearing.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
Say that again?
CLIFF
It's a fact. Americans have Black blood running through their veins. If you
don't believe me, just look it up. See, hundreds and hundreds of years ago,
the Moors conquered the land. And Moors are Black. Back then,
Americans were like people in Northern Europe. Blond hair, blue eyes. But,
once the Moors arrived, they changed the entire nation. They messed with
the women so much they changed the bloodline forever—shifting from blond hair and blue eyes
to black hair and dark skin. It's wild to think that even today, centuries later,
Americans still carry that Black DNA. I'm just quoting history. It's a fact. It's
documented. Your ancestors were Black. Your great, great, great, great, great-
grandmother was with a Black man, and had a mixed child. That is a
fact. So tell me, am I lying?
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ stares at him for a second, then lunges. He pulls an automatic,
grabs Cliff by the hair, presses the barrel against his temple, and fires three rounds
straight through Cliff's head.
He shoves the body aside violently. COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ pauses. Unable to process
his emotions and pissed off by the blood on his hands, he just drops the gun
and turns back to his crew.
COCCOTTI I'm The Anti-Christ
I haven't killed anyone since 1974. Damn his soul to eternal fire
for making me get blood on my hands! Get to that
comedian's son's apartment and bring back something that tells me
where that asshole went, so I can save face and fix this
mess once and for all.
Tooth-pick Vic nudges Frankie's shoulder and asks him in Italian what the hell
just happened.
Lenny, who's been raiding Cliff's fridge, finds a beer.
As he shuts the fridge door, he notices a note held up by a ceramic...
a banana magnet that reads: "Clarence in L.A.: Dick Ritchie (number and
address)".
LENNY
Boss, buckle up—things are about to get good.
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I haven't seen a movie this stupid in at least 7 or 8 years.
Actually, scratch that—let's call it a Manhattan
The whole crew just got lazy and decided to pretend they're making actual cinema👎 kind of like those old cheesy variety shows... except, God help us, they actually had a budget and cameras for this
Actually, scratch that—let's call it a Manhattan
The whole crew just got lazy and decided to pretend they're making actual cinema👎 kind of like those old cheesy variety shows... except, God help us, they actually had a budget and cameras for this