Alan Smithee's Theatre
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We don't exist anymore as a band. I have selected a sampling of what i think was some of our better material and uploaded them here as a sort of half ass tribute to the music that afforded me some of the best times of my life, and a tip of the hat to the guys that helped me do it.
The tracks spotlighted on this tribute page were culled from the following resources:
3 Days In Hell (1994) Paris Green
Paranoid, Bitter & Cynical (1996) Paris Green
Hallucinogenic Recipe (1997) Paris Green
Paris Green Live @ Bar & Grill (X-Mas 1996) Paris Green
Alan Smithee's Theatre Live @ Spanky's (1998) Alan Smithee's Theatre
Brood (1998) Alan Smithee's Theatre
Black Demos (1999) Alan Smithee's Theatre
The lineup:
Chris Johnson - guitars, keyboards, programming, backing vocals
Karl Johnson - keyboards, programming, backing vocals
Reverend Brian St.Clair - vocals, keyboards, programming
Tell me about your history? How did you get where you are now?
We began in 1992 as Paris Green, changed our name to Alan Smithee's Theatre in the summer of 1998 for copyright reasons, and set ourselves on a self destructive course that finally led to the band's explosive breakup. The hows and whys are nobody's business but our own, but let's just say it was spectacular. Were we famous at the time, we would have been all over the tabloids. Drugs, alcohol, insanity. Yeah, baby.
Have you performed live in front of an audience? Any special memories?
We played our first live show on September 6, 1996, in the basement of DV8; and we soon developed a reputation due to the unpredictable nature of our shows, and the increasingly bizarre and offensive onstage antics. One of the groups we played out with often told us we could headline because he didn't want to follow our act; not necessarily because we were better, but because we were so outrageous, it was impossible to regain the audience.
We used to play every weekend at the Bar & Grill, just before it changed ownership and became the Crocodile Lounge. The Bar & Grill was such a fucking great place to play. You never had to self promote because the place was always packed. Especially if you could get in on quarter draft night. I miss that place.
Our venue then became the basement of Spanky's, and the only thing that place had going for itself was it had an awesome stage. But the layout sucked. We also used to play a lot of private shows, where we could be allowed to be even more criminal onstage, and we also did a few charity benefit shows for the homeless and to protest police brutality.
