Thrash / Punk musician from the Santa Clara, California.
Active from the 1980s.
Here's the Guitarist. His name is Chris. He's adreamboat. He is aware of this. He is 30 years old, but doesn't look a day over 29. He eats peanut butter.
Eight and One-Half Reasons Why Stikky is Better Than Any Other Thing (an exercise in name dropping)
1) Stikky never broke up. in the late 80's, Todd joined Inka Inka and played with everyone from Burning Spear to Jimmy Buffett, released three records, won Bay Area music awards...and split up. I joined Millions of Dead Cops (MDC), toured Russia, played naked in Norway, Rocked the Hollywood Palladium...then our drummer went to jail-they're back together again but with the 458th line-up. Chris Dodge joined No Use For A Name, A band that has broken up thirty-seven times at last count. So did I, come to think about it. I started my own advertising agency, but we lasted just a year. I was with several women, but we broke up. No, not all at once...although that would have explained it. I just finished sixteen months' work on a campaign finance reform initiative in California...we lost. The Ramones called it quits. Sassy magazine has folded. Stikky is the only thing that endures. Everlasting. Timeless. Eternal.
2) Everyone loves Stikky. My mother hated MDC and wishes I'd get a real high-paying job. Skinheads hated MDC, too. Larry Livermore reportedly hated lnka lnka and thought Todd was a big sell-out. Everyone hates Brussels-sprouts. In Africa and Bosnia and Tibet, people are dying because they hate or are hated. But not Stikky. Even our Grandmother loves the Lunchpail record, ever though it's got naked people on the back.
3) Stikky tackles the tough issues. I've spent the last six years working with the California Public Interest Research Group (CALPIRG)-a consumer, environmental and democracy outfit founded by Ralph Nader in 1971. I've worked to sue Shell Oil for dumping foul shit into San Francisco Bay, to stop pesticide companies from killing farmworkers in the Central Valley, and to diminish the role of big money in our political system. However, not once has CALPIRG taken a position on Fonzie, Gilligan's Island, or Vietnamese Hog-callers on Ice.
4) Stikky: King of the Cover. Inka Stinka covered Alpha Blondy and Bob Marley...how creative. No Use For A Name did Eye of the Tiger...gag me. My fake-metal band Metallingus did Pat Benatar's Hit Me With Your Best Shot...cute. Dodge-o and I are in an Abba-tribute band called Bjorn Baby Bjorn...like the world needs that. Only Skikky was brave and strong enough to cover Flag of Democracy's Powerload...even if it made Todd pass out during rehearsal due to lack of oxygen.
5) No one can figure out how Todd ever did that double-kick drum thing. Listen how every kick-drum kit is actually two hits...weird, isn't it. Modern science has wrestled with this mystery since 1985, and still no explanation has been, uh, explained. He's got just one kick drum pedal, see. Listen close. Not even Todd knows. I'm perfectly serious.
6) Stikky knows how to tour. MDC went ten grand into debt touring Moscow. Smooth move. We usually ended each tour with our drummer being mauled by drug sniffing-dogs. Inka Drinka always stayed in hotels and never once destroyed entire floors. Van Halen has that brown M&M; thing. NOFX plays 279 shows in 213 days...can you say workaholism? Stikky, on the other hand, did one tour, West Coast only, six-or-so-shows in two weeks, and blew all our money the last day at Disneyland. All bands are jealous of Stikky's road record.
7) Stikky knows how to rehearse. Between 1989 and 1996, Stikky played five shows...the last being Chris and Lydia's wedding at Gilman Street. Number of rehearsals during that time: Zero. It's dedication like this that led Stikky to receive the Isocracy award for America's Tightest Band. Many believe Stikky never practiced because John Zorn was worried we'd be tighter than him if we ever shared the stage, and was paying us to sit on our butts. This is untrue. We just don't need it.
8) Once, in 1987 or thereabouts, Stikky gave the entire audience at Gilman Street free cookies and milk, except for the vegans who got heads of lettuce. There's pretty much nothing that's better than that.
