Dennes Dale Boon died on this day in 1985. Some people like to remember John Lennon on his death day, for me it's D. Boon and the end of the Minutemen.
D. Boon was a fat guy in a uniquely weird punk band. He was a working class guy with a great mind and a huge heart. I went to countless Minutemen shows for the two years I had the privilege of being his fan. To me he meant a whole world view: resistance to Reaganism, the DIY ethic, punk rock that was passionate for change, and just plain old big sweaty fun.
I saw the Minutemen at colleges, in bars, on big stages, in record stores, on the street, in the middle of nowhere, anywhere they played. I jumped up and down and shouted and sang the lyrics with them, dived for the set list after shows, yelled out requests and got them played. Double Nickels on the Dime was a life-changing record for me.
I want to thank D. Boon for teaching me that resistance is possible, that art is for everyone to make, and that you can dance your ass off and make your point at the same time. I've missed him for 20 years now, but he gave me that.
Here's the first of their songs I ever heard, in 1983 on KPFK:
Little Man with a Gun in his Hand (MP3, 4.5M)