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Hey rockers, welcome back to the channel. Man, it is Sunday night. I guess technically it's Monday morning now. Yeah, it's the beginning of the work week when I'm filming this video.
Want to say thanks for coming to hang out and listen to another crazy tale.
This one's going to get wild. But first, thank you to my friend Lance from Tiller, Oregon, who was kind enough to send a cool decorated envelope to KSK radio, where we host the Church of Rock.
uh Sister Tracy and I, he sent a cool letter, handwritten letter, nice words, and one of his cartoon strips. And of course, the great Fiona, Fiona Barnacle sent a little uh cool do-it-yourself pamphlet on stamp carving. It's pretty neat, man. You open it up inside and it has all these details on how to do stamp carving and make your own uh stamps.
Really cool. Thank you guys so much, Lance and Fiona in Tiller, Oregon. And if you ordered the GG Allen hated in the Nation fans for me and if you've already paid, they've all been mailed out, guys.
I do have about five or six to mail out uh tomorrow morning on Monday morning when I wake up because right now it's like 2:00 in the morning uh Friday or Sunday night going into Monday morning here in Southern Oregon. But I do have I found out maybe eight more issues left as of right now. So, if you're still interested in purchasing uh these fzines, which I'm trying to censor, they came out real nice. Just hit me up in the description area of this video and you can grab them up and I'd be happy to send them your way. And if you have any questions or you have any disputes or just anything at all regarding transactions with me, just hit me up, guys. I will answer everybody. But I'm looking for a guy named Ice Hensley because that person paid for Fzines, but I don't have an address. Man, it's frustrating. Is your name Ice Hensley?
If it is, hit me up in the description area. Email me, let me know. Let's jump into the story now that I'm past my uh I'd like to go no more than like a minute and a half, two minutes for my intros. All right, I kind of met my goal. Going back to tell the story I'm not real proud of. Yeah, guys, it's one of those one of the ones that a lot of you ask for. It's involving me getting severely wasted. It ends up with a lot of crazy stuff happening. I'm going to go ahead and give my spiel after I show you my underdog shirt. I had to. So, man, back in the early 2000s, I was working for a radio station in Poria, Illinois. And uh when you're in radio, certain businesses can call the radio station instead of doing a commercial, they can pay to have one of your DJs, like say me for instance, come out to your event and they call it a remote broadcast, right? So, like one of the DJs like me would get called to say a business, uh, a pizza place, uh, you know, a bar, whatever it might be, and I'd set up the gear, which was like a little box, and you have like a microphone and your headphones, and you have somebody at the radio station that's manning the mixing board while you're there on location. It's pretty cool. And you get to socialize with the people, broadcast live, right in front of a live audience, and uh, it was pretty neat, man. You just flip on the little box and talk away. and you'd be there for like four hours, you know, talking on the radio three, four, five times an hour for uh the next consecutive set of hours. And that's what the customer would pay for, right?
I would get a lot of these uh requests for remotes. It was fun. And I would uh have a lot of fun with it, man. A lot of partying went on, man. Woo! On the clock. Yeah. Getting paid to party with people, talk on the radio. You just couldn't slur. You start slurring, man, you're done. you know, because legally you're not supposed to broadcast when you're intoxicated on the radio. Some kind of FCC regulations. Uh FCC is the Federal Communications Commission, and you don't want to mess with those guys.
So, I've been working in radio since 1999. We flash forward to the 2000s. I'd been doing it professionally on and off, full-time, part-time, sometimes just on Sundays doing the Church of Rock radio show, which I still do today. Well, on this occasion, I was working for a particular station and it was a big corporate station, right? Located in Poria, Illinois, and somebody called, and it was a bar, and they wanted me to come down and be the host of one of their rock and roll shows, get down there late night because all the bars in Poria, Illinois close at like 2 uh 2:00 in the morning to 4 in the morning. Most of them 4 in the morning. So, they reopen at 6:00 a.m., too, by the way.
So, it's kind of a a drinking sort of vibe, obviously. So, this bar called SOP is called and they said, "We want Reverend Derek Moody," which is my onair radio name. Uh, long story, but they wouldn't let me use Bloody, so I had to come up with Derek, and that became my name. Uh, in 99, right? So, I get booked to go do SOPs and it was going to be from like 8 o'clock at night to like midnight or nine o'clock to like two in the morning or some crazy hours because this band was playing and in between the band playing, they wanted me on the air going, "Hey, come on down to SOPs. Check out so and so. They're doing four hours of killer rock and roll. We got drink specials all night. Come down and say hi. We got prizes. We're giving away some free CDs. Blah blah blah." Right?
And I would do that, you know, a lot.
And while I was down there and I decided, you know, go grab the remote kit, go grab the big banner. We had a big huge canvas banner that we would put up on the wall behind where we were broadcasting in any particular location.
And it said WWCT or whatever station I was on at the time. Uh, and uh, I had to have that up. Had the remote kit set up in place. And we did this quite often, like I said, man. And you got paid cash on the side. So you got your your salary if you were working full-time. uh if you were working part-time, you're getting your hourly plus the cash that the uh commercial the people paid to have you down there broadcasting at their business, right? I decided at this this gig I was not going to drink because I, if you've been watching this video, have a problem with drinking. I used to I don't drink anymore, but I was a horrible drinker, man. Lots of trouble because of booze and me. Me and booze just like fire and ice. Anyway, man, on this particular night, uh, it ended up being a lot of people coming down to this show. It was a band, I believe they were called Mind's Eye. I want to say right now that I'm I'm not proud of some of the stuff that happened. A lot of it I totally regret. And at the time, I was super bummed out when this happened.
After it happened, after I blocked out a lot of it and woke up and got through the jail part, you'll hear the the gory details. They're coming. Uh, I felt really remorseful because I did I intended to go there and be professional on the radio and do my job. Be wild, have fun, but stay away from the alcohol, dummy, because I'd learned over and over to stay away from the goddamn booze. But and this night, I digress.
So, we get down there, man. It's a mixture of people from the radio that had been hearing this band advertised. I believe they were called Mind's Eye. I don't want to give out any names of the people in the band just because it wasn't [laughter] it didn't turn out good for them, man or me. And uh it was a real bummer. But um I ended up apologizing to the key figure in that band who was a drummer. And he played and they were a cover band by the way. I think they were called Mind's Eye. I can't remember. But the drummer was my friend and my liaison and the guy that I talked to to get the gig. He's the one that called the radio station and requested me because I actually worked with this guy uh outside of radio in a different place. And uh anyway, long story short, I was happy that they asked me to do it. I needed the money and I was going to go be a professional on the radio and help my buddy's band out, you know. I have to say though, to be honest, uh I wasn't a fan of the band. I wasn't I wasn't wasn't into this their set list. Their playlist of songs to me was bad. They had a female singer.
I I wasn't into it. But when you play the game that I'm playing in radio and things like that, you have to be biased.
These are the customers. You don't have to like it, but you have to at least support it and, you know, not be a dick about it. So, I kept my mouth shut and, you know, was watching the band and I' I'd seen them play it at other bars and stuff because, you know, I was an active DJ doing these kind of things. And the bar was full of people that night. It was like a Saturday night and uh there was a whole bunch of like 80% of people that you'd see like in a downtown club, you know, people that do coke and they're all sweating and they got their dates and they're not really rockers.
They're just people partying that you know, regular Joe Shimos and whatever.
Downtown people, whatever the hell that means. Then you'd have like uh 25% rock people, like rock and roll people that are listening to the radio station. They want to come down and see some music. So you'd have about maybe more than 25% maybe 40 of rockers and then you have about 10% of people that are there because hey Bloody's going to be down there tonight doing this DJ gig. It's late night. What else are we doing tonight? And so I had a quite a few of my punk rock friends.
Why do I keep moving around and up and around? Starting to question my own my own [ __ ] here.
I guess I'm just a hyper mug. Truth is, I've got ADHD and there's a video on this channel about living with it and it sucks. It's hard. Okay, I'm going to sit in this chair and not squirm around like a worm. Um, the the place had about 10% people that were there to hang out with me, which was cool. I had a lot of my buddies, not a lot, four, five, six people. Okay. And I remember one of them was Nick Void. Uh, Nick Void was the singer for a band called Slave in Poria for a while. He actually lived in Oregon, too, with me as a roommate for a while. But anyway, I digress. Nick was there. And at that time, him and I were really good friends. He was down there to hang out, to drink, to support. But again, I had to stay away from the alcohol. So, I remember setting up the kit and I'm thinking, man, this place is freaking packed. So, I had a list of like dirty jokes. I had games we could play, like trivia games. I would get on stage with my microphone and do like certain trivia. people could yell out the answers and we they'd win stuff. You know, they had drinks, uh, different music we were giving away, you know, prizes, tickets to concerts. It was cool. It was a huge blowout rock and roll thing, but I just didn't dig the band. I wasn't into the music. Again, I wasn't there to like them, right? I digress. But, uh, so the people are getting riled up, man. The audience is getting kind of crazy. And I start getting up there and getting hyper, you know, getting people into it. And people are really getting into it and they're buying drinks and people are getting drunk. It's about midnight at this point, man. It's getting late, but by Puria Illinois bar standards, it's early because when you're up till 4 in the morning, you still got four solid more hours to party. That's a long time when you're drinking. So, it's about midnight. I've been there for several hours. I'm a good boy at this point. I was out smoking weed uh with my friend from the band. Uh I was out there smoking weed with my friend Nick and a couple other people. It was, I believe it was a summer night. Uh, everyone had like t-shirts kind of attire on. We were out in the street smoking secretly on the side because that town's a police state, but luckily I've got Underdog on my side. Anyway, we are all getting high and uh starts kind of going downhill from there. We go back inside the bar.
Man, place is freaking packed at this point. Really packed. And I'm up there and the girl is walking around. Jello shots. jello shots. And she's got this big tray and it's full of these big, beautiful, sparkly, bright, colorful jello shots. And for some stupid reason, the alcoholic in me decided it's jello.
It's not really that big a deal. You know, maybe you'll cop a little buzz.
You know, why not? So, man, what a stupid ass. I actually said, "Can I get one of those grape jello shots?" Sure, no problem. It's on the house, Reverend Moody. and all this stuff, you know. So, I get one and I'm like, "Cool. I had a jello shot and you know how it is when you're an addict, man. All of a sudden, you're like seeing the girl walking around and she's like working the crowd hard, man. She's got them above her head. She's got them over here. She's got all these colors. People are stopping her. They're all giving her dollar bills for these jell-o shots. And I think they were like a buck or two.
So, it was cheap. It was bright and colorful. Little buzz, you know, but it wasn't booze or anything. It's It's jell-o. Even though I knew it was booze, I just in my mind thought there's probably not much booze in those things.
They're probably just charging, you know, making a bunch of money. It's just a bunch of jell-o with a a little hint of something. Maybe some vodka. I don't know. Anyway, she comes back around, man, and I'm on stage. I'd already done like four or five breaks on the stage with the band. I'm getting kind of bored. I'm like, I got a couple more sets to go and I get to get out of here.
So, I thought I'm almost done. I had another shot. I'm like, "Can I get one of those yellow sparkly ones over there?" So, I'd got one of the yellow drinks, bright yellow, you know, and I'm drinking that up. I'm like, "Yeah, yeah.
Go ahead and give me one more while you're over here." You know? So, I'm watching the band and I'm getting into it. And then I realized I wasn't getting into it. I started getting into the old Dr. Jackekal and Mr. Hyde kind of thing, man. The whole bloody mess thing of like, I'm punk rock. I hate this [ __ ] It's commercial garbage. The singer sucks. I can't stand the songs they're singing. I'm in a commercial bar. These people around me are mostly a bunch of rednecks. I hate it here.
That's the kind of [ __ ] that would happen to me when I would drink. All of a sudden, a flip would switch, man. And it's not funny. But all these years later, because of what happened later, I got mine. You know, I got they I didn't win. But so, next thing you know, haven't even told you anything bad. Uh, I start walking around the crowd and I'm coping this attitude and I'm starting to get into this pre-blackout stage and I can feel it. But at this point, and any of you that are alcoholics know this point, your judgment is gone, man. It's out the window. You know right from wrong, but you just don't have the proper means to make proper decision making. You know, with alcoholics, it's particularly bad in people that with ADHD, too, I think, because the lack of ability to focus sometimes, and you just uh I don't know, man. Where am I going with this? I'm not some psychology ma major trying to say sitting back in my chair.
[clears throat] Okay. So, I go get more shots.
Next thing I know, it gets hazy. Um I I'm up there to do a break on the mic. I start saying some brazen stuff, man. I start kind of well I wasn't exactly insulting the singer but I was kind of insulting the singer and I started saying stuff that was bad man and uh it started getting edgy and I remember them a couple times having to stop me from saying certain stuff like whoa whoa whoa I remember the my friend in the band kind of trying to keep a smile on his face realizing uh oh this guy has gotten into the booze this sucks got to do damage control he's gritting his teeth and he's getting through and he's like haha Huh? Hey. Whoa. People are coming and getting around me. Like, what's going on here? And I'm clearly out of it, man. I'm drunk. All my punk couple of punk contingent, those guys are around me kind of laughing, egging me on, kind of like, hey, hey, you know, punk rock. And all of a sudden, man, I flip a switch again. And it gets even worse. It's like the second flip, the the second switch has now flipped. And um the band gets up there and starts playing. I get through the break on the radio. There was some fbombs.
In other words, we cussed on the radio.
I was like losing it, man. Everything was going straight to hell. I was in a blackout state. And I do remember a lot of it though because it was traumatic later. And when you had trauma, well, me when I used to have trauma, I would have blackout states, but I would sort of remember stuff still even though I was blacked out because of the trauma.
Anyway, the band starts to play and this is where things get really ugly. They're up there playing. I'm up standing in front of the band thinking in my head, "God, they suck. I can't stand their singer. It's just horrible cover band dril. What am I doing here doing this for money? What a sellout. And all these thoughts are going through my head kind of driving me to do something kind of obnoxious. And man, I'm not proud to say this. A lot of you guys are going to think, "What a dick." And I'm going to tell you, I got mine in the end. Just wait till the end. But this is hard to admit, but I took a big mouthful of beer either straight out of a pitcher or out of a glass. But I got a big huge mouth full of beer. I walked up on the stage while the singer was singing. She's looking at me and dancing while she's singing this particularly horrible song. I'll say it. I'll say what the song was. Walk like an Egyptian.
Oh my god. I wanted to tear my hair out of my head. And after drinking all that booze, the jello shots had already been gone by. I'd already cracked into getting beers. And I had a beer until I drank most of it, but kept holding it in my mouth. It's always like this.
And I walk up to the stage and the singer's looking at me and trying not to break mode. She's singing. The band's playing. They're all looking at me. The crowd's looking up on at me because they know at this point this dude's done lost his mind. I've been walking around the crowd yelling stuff, getting a little obnoxious, walking up to people, haha.
Putting my arm around their shoulders.
People knew this dude's out of it. My punk rock friends were [laughter] I remember Nick was laughing because he was wasted, too. when we were both just going around like, "Yeah, screw this corporate rock." And dude, I'd lost it.
I forgot that I was even doing the remote. I was just a guy, a punk rocker in the audience that didn't like this cover band. And god damn it, I was going to express myself. I walked up on the stage, mouth full of beer, and looked right at the singer and completely went [snorts] all over her face about this far away from her face.
Right now you're going, "What?" Yeah, dude. What a dick move. Trust me, I felt guilty about it ever since. But I walked up to this girl and just blew beer like an inch from her face just splirting it out, man, until it was all gone.
Watching her black mascara start running down her face instantly. And she starts crying and she's angry. The guitar player or the bass player of the band, one of the two, is her boyfriend. This big old boy was about six foot two and he told me, "I'm gonna kill you." And then the other guys put down their equipment. Here comes my friend. The drums are sticks are down. The bass and guitars are down. The band's on me like flies on you know what, man. The chick's crying. People in the bar are freaking out. My punk friends are yelling and screaming and laughing like we're in some kind of old bar saloon fight. I'm like, "Uhoh." And I had no time to think cuz I was wasted. I'm still in the moment. I'm still in the hatred. I'm like, "Yeah, I hate this band." Psycho.
Right. And anyway, the band starts tackling me. They try to hurt me.
Somebody or somebody or another, a couple people end up getting it to where the tussle's broken up and I'm not getting like hurt. I did get a couple of punches or slaps. I don't remember. It wasn't bad cuz I had no bruises the next day, no blood. But somebody got me, tapped me a few times, I believe. Kind of hazy. The chick was really mad. The female singer, she's got makeup just all down her face. She looks like a bad impression of Alice Cooper on badass acid or something. Just horrific. At the time, I was not making a joke about this stuff. It was complete chaos. The whole place erupted. Most of the people wanted to kick my ass. It was nuts. I just completely instead of proppizing, I just started going apeshit and was like, "Fuck, you know, f you." And resisting them and like not admitting I did anything wrong. I was telling them they sucked. I hated them. I couldn't stand their band. And oh my god, you guys, the whole place went apeshit. I eventually tried to make my way out the door. The security came and these security guys are no joke in these bars. They were just looking for a reason to get uh physical. And they found a reason, man.
They came over and they were like like Marines on me, dude. Like right in my face. Can you get out now? And they were like on me, dude. And finally, uh people were like manhandling me, man. And my buddies were trying to get behind me. A couple people, Nick and another guy, were trying to like do like a human block thing around me, but they were wasted. Nothing was happening except people screaming at me like, "You dick, you suck. Kick his ass." And it was just nuts. Like probably 75 people doing that at once, screaming, yelling. The band's up on stage. The the managers are tripping balls. The security's on me.
I'm getting to the front door. Next thing you know, man, the Puria police pull up. They're like there in like a minute. I mean, they get calls regularly from dumb asses, but not like dumb asses like me. Normally, it's, you know, domestic stuff or whatever. Instead, you got some guy, the radio DJ spitting beer in some girl's face. And, you know, and it got real physical. I threatened a couple guys in the band. They threatened me. People in the audience were fighting, threatening me. I was yelling back at them, like telling them where they could do and where they could go.
And people didn't like me anyway because I was bloody mess. And they knew it. A lot of the people down there were just not punk rock people. Next thing you know, the police pull up. Nick Void is out there with me. The place is packed.
All the people start spilling out onto the sidewalk. There's probably 40 or 50 people out there. Everybody's smoking, yelling. The cops are trying to figure out what's going on. Where's this guy?
Who's this Reverend Derek Moody, bloody mess guy. And next thing you know, the cops got me and they put me took my arms behind me real hard, slapped on cuffs real tight and pushed my face up against the window. So the front of the bar at SOPs is all glass. They put like posters up and stuff, but there's places where it's all glass and you can see everything happening inside the bar.
Well, as my stupid ass face is pressed up against this bar like this, just like this, and people on the other side are walking by and looking at me, there's people flipping me off, man, and telling me, "F you," and spitting on the window.
People walking by outside yelling at me, "Haha, you deserve it, you prick." Oh, it was so humiliating, man. People are laughing at me. And [laughter] and then there was a few people walked up and were like, "Bloody, is that bloody mess? Bloody, what's up, dude?"
Woohoo! Like I'm going to explain it right then and there. I'm like, "My face is smashed up against some glass. People are laughing at me, wanting to kick my ass. The cops got me handcuffed. Nice seeing you, Bobby." Anyway, man, the next part was crazy because as I'm up there, the cops are manhandling me. Nick Void, drunk as he was, and he was a loyal friend, man. At that time, we were tight. He jumped up onto the back of one of the cops that was manhandling me, right?
and uh told him, "You leave Bloody alone. He effing owns this town." I'll never forget him saying that. I was dying. I literally stopped in the middle of all my pain and humiliation and laughed. I'm like, "That's a classic line. Don't mess with Bloody. He owns this town." Because Nick was really into punk rock. He was one of the guys that put out the uh Bloody and the Bastard Children uh tribute to Bloody Mess CD in 2003. So, he was in it for to win it with me. You know what I mean? and he was sticking up for me. But here's the bad part. When that happened, the cop took out his taser, his taser gun, put it directly on Nick's balls, and let it rip, dude. And he went up hard. And not just gently or on the outline of it, but like he meant it. He said something pretty snide and mean and did it. And Nick went from screaming and yelling and defending me to turning into a virtual wet noodle. He was like virtually deflated like this. And he just goes, "Okay, I'll get in the cop car now." He goes, "Put me in the van."
He literally did that. He goes, "Okay, go ahead and put me in the patty wagon."
And he melted. Like they literally It had to have just hurt. And I remember thinking, "Oh my god, what have I started?" And I came out of my blackout thinking, "Dude, you're doing a a remote. The kits in there, the banner's on the wall. You were getting paid.
That's your friend that you work with's band. You just spit beer on this chick's face. What kind of charge are you gonna get? What's gonna happen now? And then all of a sudden, somebody else came by and somebody like kicked me. And oh [snorts] man, it was getting ugly, man.
And then finally the patty wagon pulled up with my name on it. Yep. People are screaming. They're yelling. They're telling them to take me away. And the cops lifted me up with by their hands.
You know, I I got these handcuffs behind my back and they just kind of throw me into the patty wagon because they're disgusted with me. I was not being very nice verbally, let's put it that way. I figure I'm already in this kind of a predicament. I'm I'm pretty pissed off at me at this point. So, I just took it out on the cops. And I remember it because it was kind of traumatic having this whole thing happened. Man, it was nuts. Well, as you can imagine, I went to jail. How did I get out of jail?
Well, I do believe, not 100% for sure, but I do believe I called my dearly departed stepfather, Dave. Dave, I remember you fondly. He Dave bonded me out of jail andor juvenile jail probably at least 12 to 15 times over the years he was married to my mother from the years 1979 to 2009. A lot of times. So Dave, I love you and remember you well. Shout out to Dave. Dave Ledley. L A D L E Y. Just had to get his name out there. showing respect to the old uh step pops. So, uh Dave gets me out of jail, gets me home, and then I wake up the next day, waking up completely had forgotten what had happened at this point. And I remember waking up going, "Ah, time to go to work." Oh, it was Sunday. I didn't have to go to work, right? Thank God. But I had time to process what happened. And man, my brain felt like it was on a weird hamster wheel. I was just like, "Who do I call first? What do I do? How do I get out of this? I had to call the radio station and tell my boss. Dude, I got wasted last night. Went to jail. And by the way, they did get charges that they decided to press against me. And those charges were assault. I got charged with assault for that doing that to that poor girl. Yep. Assault. You spit on someone, that's assault. Yeah.
You smack them, it's assault. And then there's other things like assault and battery. There's different charges, but mine was a simple assault, but nevertheless, doesn't look good on paper. And I was bummed, man. Called the boss at the radio station. He said he'd call me back. He did. He did not fire me. I couldn't believe it. It's like I had nine lives in radio. I've had so much going on and I got through that. He forgave me. I told him I was sorry. He told me just to, you know, take a week to chill out and come to work soon. Then I had to go back to work. I had to face my coworker and walk in that room and deal with the fact that probably everybody that we work with knows about this and I'm probably going to be the bad guy. Well, that's kind of what happened. Everyone at at work was like throughout the next day or two, why'd you do that to so and so's band? What made you go to jail the other night?
What were you on? And boy, dude, it was just horrible because I felt horrible and I didn't mean for it to happen. And I should have kept my opinion to myself.
I shouldn't have drank. I had to go up to that dude at his desk and say, "Man," and just pretty much give a spiel for about 15 minutes and everything but cry, you know. And he forgave me. He totally said, "You know, dude, I know you for a long time. That's not you. The guy that I dealt with last night was not you."
Cuz I was like in his face screaming and everything the night before, wasted or two nights before. And you know, he forgave me. So that tal taught me a lot, man, about to the testament of forgiveness because it's a powerful thing. It really is, man. Especially when you need to be forgiven, right?
It's sometimes not as easier to forgive others. But, you know, boy was I grateful that I'm I could go on and on about my emotions over the next few days or a week. And how many people came up to me and said, "Why'd you do that to Corey's ban?" I'm sure you're crazy and wow or you're an [ __ ] I can't believe you did that to Cory's that that girl, man. You're lucky you just got assault charges. cuz I would have kicked your ass. It was humiliating. It was humbling. It was a bummer. It sucked.
But I got out of it. And that's just another tale I wanted to bring to your attention here at Bloody FS Official.
I'm going to sit back now and I'm going to go ahead and reflect on the fact that I'm grateful for each and every one of you from the bottom of my black little heart. There's no need to fear. Underdog is here. Catch you on the next video, my friends.
Cheers.
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