You know what’s punk rock? Running a hard rock club in the late ’80s/early ’90s under the bulging strain of a tight ass Bible belt. CBGB’s my ass! Try hosting GWAR in North Carolina when local churches and Sunday school politicians were looking for another ritual sacrifice.
Chances are, unless you were part of the early ’90s music scene in North Carolina, you have no idea who Michael Plumides, Jr., is. That doesn’t make his memoir “Kill the Music” any less interesting. The book is Plumides’ reflections on the late ’80s and early ’90s when he worked in South Carolina as a deejay at an influential college radio station and eventually moved on to become the owner of a punk rock/metal club in Charlotte.
It’s becomes pretty clear early on in the book that Plumides has no problem painting himself as both the poster boy for the First Amendment in the Bible Belt (fair argument given his arrest record for bringing GWAR to North Carolina) and charming as hell (based on “Kill the Music,” just about every woman that crossed his path wanted to sleep with him… except those who wanted to destroy him).
Despite his cockiness, the book is wildly entertaining. Plumides, a native Southerner and son of a former beauty queen and lawyer/strip club owner, has no shortage of great stories, like going to the shooting range with glam metal rocker Tracii Guns. His best anecdote however, the one that bookends the memoir, is about the night police raid his club for violating local obscenity laws thanks to a show by GWAR.
”Kill the Music” is a frank and funny memoir of Plumides’ days as a pioneering college radio DJ and club owner in the scarlet “Red States.” It’s a love letter to the real ideals of rock. A steamy love letter, heavy on raunchy, but that’s exactly as it should be! Call it “Fear and Loathing” in the times of the Parents Music Resource Center.