By D. H. Peligro
Genre: Punk, Rock
D. H. Peligro was the drummer for Dead Kennedys and briefly the
drummer for Red Hot Chili Peppers. He later fronted the Band Peligro,
which along with Fishbone and Bad Brains, became one of the few black
performers in the punk rock movement. Peligro's autobiography,
Dreadnaught,
chronicles his work with these bands but also give good insight on what
it was like being black in a musical environment that was predominantly
white. His biography seems to be a basically honest account. Peligro
doesn't hold back when he discusses his own personal issues. He speaks
with frankness and isn't afraid to bring up his demons. For instance
when he writes about being abused by his step-father , he communicates
an uncomfortable mixture of terror and childhood vulnerability...
Sometimes
when he was really drunk, he would wake me up out of a dead sleep and I
would be staring into both barrels of his twelve-gauge shotgun pointed
directly in my face.
"What yo' sweat? Are you a man?" he would
ask me. I can still feel his hot alcohol breath on my face and hear his
hoarse, sloppy whisper in my ear.
"Wake up! Are you a man?"
No, I'm a kid. I would think to myself.
He
writes with this same frank honesty as he discusses his past drug use
which resulted in 27 rehabs. He writes about his anger at his band
mates who he blamed for his hardships while, in hindsight, acknowledging
that he was essentially his own worse enemy.
The problem with
most rock autobiographies is that the road to stardom to drug addiction
to eventual redemption is so common most of us have memorized the tune.
However, Peligro's account does have some unusual twists. I was
surprised to hear that Dead Kennedys were very anti-drug. Also, Peligro
had an unusual musical history compared to many punk rockers. Many, if
not most, punk rock musicians got into the lifestyle first, then became
musicians and learned music as they performed. The joke that the
difference between New Wavers and Punk Rockers is that New Wavers can
actually play their instruments has a ring of truth. However Peligro had
quite a bit of musical experience before he entered the punk rock
scene. His Uncle Sam, who played with the legendary bluesman Robert
Nighthawk, was influential in Peligro's decision to learn drums and
guitar and D. H. played progressive rock and metal before he gravitated
to the San Francisco punk scene. It is these little bits of information
that keep
Dreadnaught from being just another
rags-to-riches-to-rags rock tale. His outlook on the punk scene in the
late 70s and 80's is a nice addition to the scores of other
autobiographies out there and feels a bit more real than the glittery
excesses of a Pete Townsend or Rod Steward. D. H. Peligro stayed in the
trenches.
If you have any interest in punk rock, Dead Kennedys,
or the Punk counter-culture, you should enjoy this book. Three and a
half stars.
Background music: Dead Kennedys -
Plastic Surgery Disasters.