"Mad" Marc Rude
Marc & Eddie Nichols (Royal Crown Revue) making plans for Sunday's church picnic.
I'm don't know how many of you are familiar with Marc, but I'm sure a lot of you know his artwork.
The first time I met Marc, outside The Continental in NYC, he scared the shit out of me. Years later we became pretty good friends.
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He was a hero in San Diego , and he's missed by a lot of people .
The 1 image makes me recall a band from earry nineties Texas - Dead Horse. They were loud, unclassifiable rock.
- Fringe Elemental
HHHWWAAHAHAHAHA!!! Mad Marc Rude!!!
a few years ago i got picked up carrying my bicycle up the escalator (against their rules) on our local subway here in Frisco, the b.a.r.t. well, i had been a bad boy and my warrants showed up from L.A. (brass knuckles & acid possession, commercial burglary, and vandalism, all separate courts...torrance, downtown l.a. & glendale *none of em knew about eachother!) so after 5 days in Frisco county jail, it was off to l.a. i went on the gray goose. in the downtown l.a. court holding cells a few days later there was this other white dude in there amongst the 400 cholos, and this white dude had shitloads of tats just like me! well, after the brodown come to find out it was none other than Mad Marc Rude. A hero of punk rock & gnar art. we were taken through our visits to the judge and during mine the cholos (that had been holding off on fucking with us cause'a my affiliations with a certain socal group in their circle) decided to relieve old Marc of his shoes. when i got back theres Mad Marc in his bare feet. I managed to do a lil of the old "ay holmes" and get old Marc his shoes back even tho i was putting myself in a shit ton of danger by doing so. Marc was stoked and although we had no writing utensils in the cells, he managed to scratch his number into a slice of styrofoam coffee cup and told me " come see me at my tattoo shop in vegas and i'll hook you up with whatever you want tatted for free for life!" what a rad dude! never did make it to vegas for my tat, but i did get to deliver a phonecall to his wife for him sayin he loved her a few days later when i got released. good dude, that Mad Marc. none better to spend a while shootin the shit with in L.A. county Jail. was sad when i heard he passed on just a few months later. -Timmy Jak. Jak's Team, Frisco.
I drank with Eddie once at some dive bar in St. Pete, that fucker could pound 'em down, holy moly.
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