Interview with Nuzzle

I interviewed Simon Fabela, bass player of Nuzzle from Santa Cruz, California, who were active during the 1990s.

Tell us who you are?

My name is Simon Fabela. I played bass in the band Nuzzle. The other members of the band were Andrew Dalton (vocals), Nathan Dalton (guitar), and Ricardo Reano (drums).

“First thing we needed was a van!”

– Simon Fabela

What was your motivation for getting a van in the first place? How long were you a band before you got one? Did a particular band inspire you?

In the early 90s, it really wasn’t too difficult for someone in their late teens to actually go out and buy a van. Gas was cheap and old vans were not hard to find. 

Nuzzle began to take shape somewhere between 1990-1992. Like so many other bands, it was just four high school friends getting together and making some noise after school or on the weekends.

It was around this time in the early 90s that we began to uncover the underground music scene in and around where we lived in Los Angeles. Going to records stores and buying anything that was out on K Records, Kill Rock Stars, Touch & Go, Dischord, Merge, etc…then seeing flyers for shows and going out to Jabberjaw, Claremont College, Macondo, countless house shows, and just absorbing it all.

When our own songs started to take shape and we recorded our first 7″, it was bands like Lync and Some Velvet Sidewalk from Olympia that we made contacts with when they were on tour in Los Angeles, and encouraged us to come up to Oly or Portland, and they could help us get a show, place to stay and so on. That was really the impetus of us giving it all a go and realizing we can actually do this beyond our own back yard.

First thing we needed was a van!

Photo courtesy of Nuzzle

What kind of van did you get and where did you get it?

Andy Dalton was the main force initially behind pretty much everything we did as a band, so he took it upon himself to sell off the old beat up car he had at the time, and buy a gray late 70s Dodge Tradesman that became the band van.

It was a real beater, not sure how much he paid for it, but it couldn’t have been more than maybe a few hundred dollars. It had some issues. It leaked oil like mad and we had to keep several bottles of oil in the van at all times to refill periodically. But we didn’t care, we just wanted to build a loft and get on the road! Which we did.

Photo courtesy of Nuzzle

What is the first trip you took with it?

Our first real tour was in that van up the west coast for a two week jaunt in the summer of 1994, that coincided with the first Yo Yo A Go Go in Olympia  – which we ended up playing at because of a cancellation!

We had begun trying to “book” a tour that summer only a few months prior to Yo Yo not realizing that these sort of things need to be done way in advance.

So after being told that the Fest was already booked, the amazing folks at Yo Yo agreed to keep us in mind if something opened up.

We bought passes with the intention of just staying in Olympia for the week and going to see the Yo Yo Festival everyday, which we did, but when Antioch Arrow ran into van issues in Colorado and couldn’t make it, we got the call!

Photo courtesy of Nuzzle

Do you have any classic mechanical issue stories from being on tour?

Rewind a few days…

After playing a show in Seattle the day before heading to Olympia, our gray van ran into some issues. While laying down in the loft after the show, en route to where we were supposed to be staying, Ricardo noticed a long streak of liquid behind the van that seemed to be following us around every turn.

When we stopped to see what was up, we noticed a sizable crack in the gas tank under the back of the van just pouring out gas. I remember someone grabbing a Styrofoam cup to try and save some of the gas that was pouring out, and just watching the Styrofoam disintegrate.

The van ended up at a mechanics for a few days in Seattle (with all our equipment still in it!) to get repaired while we hitched rides to Olympia with some friends. When we got the call that we were actually going to be playing the Yo Yo later that night we were ecstatic! Then we quickly realized all of our gear was in Seattle, in the back of the van, in a mechanic’s garage!

We called the garage and were told we could come get it if we got there before they close at 5 pm. Luckily, a friend’s band lent us their van to make a mad dash down to Seattle to gather our gear.

While speeding back to Olympia, with all our gear strewn about the back of this borrowed van, Andy gets pulled over for speeding. How crazy is this situation – speeding van, sweating nervous guy driving, music equipment all hazardously thrown into the back. Andy honesty explains the situation and the cop asks “Who’s van is this?”  Andy says “Gillies”  Cop: “Gillie who?” Andy: “I don’t know her last name.”  Cop goes back to his car for a little bit, then comes back and says, “OK Andy. You can get going, but you need to slow down.” 

WTF!! Lots of “THANK YOU’s” and back off to Oly just in time to load straight onto the stage at the Capitol Theater and play. 

Photo courtesy of Nuzzle

Any other entertaining tour stories?

In 1995, we borrowed a friend’s late 70s yellow Dodge Tradesman 201 to tour the US for 6 weeks with the amazing Fisticuffs Bluff.

Another van with major issues that broke down at least twice. Once leaving us stranded in Chambers, AZ for a couple days (had to replace the water pump), and another time in the South, I want to say Mississippi, when the radiator blew.

When we took it to a garage and the guys working on it (one guy named “Thrash” and the other “Hub”) told us we could either wait a few days and spend a good amount of money on a new radiator, or they can just plug up those holes and take our chances. We rolled the dice and it worked!

I do also recall removing the “doghouse” inside the van – the center piece that covers the engine and sits in between the driver and the passenger – while we were driving and probably late to a show, and feeding oil into the engine to keep it going. So, so dangerous, what the fuck were we thinking!?

The van made it back home after that 6 week endurance test, but died a sad death several months after we got back and was sold for scraps.

Photo courtesy of Nuzzle

Any funny or unique features with your vans?

In 1998, I personally bought a mid 80s white Dodge Ram 15 Passenger van that we used for several years. Like the majority of vans bands used at the time, we took out the back two rows and built a stellar loft.

My mom even made curtains for the back windows.

We used this for our Summer of 1999 US Tour. It was a bare bones van inside and out. There were a couple of small portions of the floor, near the driver’s left foot, that were missing, and you could see the road blurring by. 

No paneling inside, so just metal, and in the middle of summer it was fucking roasting in there. No radio either, so we took a bungee cord and looped it around one of the beams on the ceiling and hung a boom box from it, connected it to the cigarette lighter, and blasted tapes as loud as we could.

Most of the time the noise inside the van, from driving and not being insulated, was louder than the music. I loved this van and had a big childhood poster of mine of Fernando Valenzuela taped to the inside “roof”.

I ended up selling it to another local band from Oakland.

Photo courtesy of Simon Fabela

Did you sleep in the van, people’s houses, or motels/hotels?

Our vans were always the place we slept if we could not find a floor to crash on. Rarely did we rent a motel because we just didn’t have the money.

Four or five humans sleeping in a van in the south in the middle of summer was insane! 

Were there any van rules you had? Or band rules in general? 

There weren’t any specific van rules, though usually whoever was driving got to choose the music. We all ended up getting tired of each other’s musical tastes once we’d got past whatever current obsession we all had at the time (Unwound, Sonic Youth, Neil Young, etc.) so we listened to a lot of comedy tapes – one specific David Sedaris box set of tapes was worn out.

Photo courtesy of Nuzzle

What’s the longest drive you ever did between shows?

We had some pretty insane drives back then, I distinctly remember a hellish, roughly 13 hour drive from Seattle to Lake Tahoe, and one from Montana to Minnesota.

The van was like our own traveling living room and even when not on tour, we’d often just hang out in it and dream of the next tour.

Reminisce with Nuzzle here:

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Nuzzle – The Sorting That Evens Things Out
Nuzzle – If Left To My Own Devices
Nuzzle – My side of the mountain
Nuzzle – Karpal Tunnel
Nuzzle – Live in Austin, TX – July 10, 1995

VANS TO THE RESCUE! by Chris Reece (The Lewd, Social Distortion)

(Header photo and design of Chris’ Social Distortion playing card by Paul Holland-Nell.)

If not for these utilitarian vehicles, Punk Rock might have never happened.

Full-sized American vans were plentiful in the 1980s. Japanese imports took over the market, and used Dodge vans were $500. Most punk bands had one. Social D did not. We drove much cooler vehicles like 56′ Chevys, Citreons, Cadillacs, etc., which were also $500 cars.

Gas was a buck a gallon, motel rooms were $35.

An average gig paid $200, so you could buy a tank of gas, 2 motel rooms, and a case of beer to get you to the next town, and do it all over again.

I was down from San Francisco, and joined Social Distortion in 1984. We toured California and Arizona at the time. That’s the farthest our vans could travel.

We hired roadies that were usually friends of the band to drive the gear to the gig, then pack it up, and haul it back to the rehearsal hall.

Mike Ness, somewhere in Texas, 1989. Photo by Chris Reece.

When we put out the Prison Bound album, we hit the road in a rental van. The one shown here is a Dodge Ram 87′ 15 passenger. We took out the last rows of seats, and stored amps, guitars, and drums.

View from the office, 1988. Photo by Chris Reece.

We had a tight schedule, and we needed something dependable, so we rented from an agency in Hollywood.

Outside of the 4808 Club Charlotte, NC . 1988. Photo by Chris Reece.

I now own a 1999 Ford E-350 Cargo Van, and could not imagine life without one. Right now it’s being used to haul outdoor seating to my restaurant The Pike Restaurant and Bar in Long Beach, California.    

VANS TO THE RESCUE!

“Nasty Nester”. Mike Ness, photo by Chris Reece.

Stay connected with Chris at Pike Restaurant and Bar on Instagram and Facebook.

Also, check out Chris’ Cars of the Punk Rock Stars and Chris Reece Drummer.

The Social Distortion playing cards are available at Paul Holland-Nell’s Etsy Shop.

The Lewd – Mobile Home

Social Distortion – Telling Them, and No Pain, No Gain – Live at the RITZ, February 22, 1986, NEW YORK CITY

Social Distortion playing So Far Away at Cal. State. 1990

Social Distortion – Ghost Town Blues – Live at a party in Lake Perris, July 2, 1988

Social Distortion – Alone And Forsaken (Original Version)

Social Distortion – Mainliner/On My Nerves – Live at the Ritz, New York, Feb 1986

Interview with Brandon Butler from Boys Life

I interviewed Brandon Butler from Boys Life (KC), The Farewell Bend (KC/DC), Canyon (DC), The Vicars of Dickroy (DC), and Six Bells (KY), etc., about Boys Life’s first van and touring.

Boys Life:

Brandon Butler – Guitar/Vocals

Joe Winkle – Guitar

John Rejba – Bass

John Anderson – Drums

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Why did you get a van in the first place?

We needed one for a few shows we booked. We had our first drummer, I was just days out of high school, and our cars weren’t going to do the trick. We figured we’d sleep in the van since we had no real contacts yet.

Did a particular band or event inspire you?

Nah, no particular bands inspired us, just that we needed one. Well, maybe “Tour Song” by Jawbreaker.

Where did you get it? Did you know the its background when you purchased it?

Joe worked with a guy who had an old church van. We had $250 in the band fund, and Joe threw in a bicycle. We did four U.S. tours in it with very little maintenance.

“When we would hit a good gust of wind it could change lanes on its own.”

– Brandon Butler

Tell us about the van, year, make, model, color – did it need work, and did you do any DIY, build a loft, etc.?

It was a Ford short body from the early 80s. It had a GOOD straight six in it that you just couldn’t kill. It was light blue, and the paint was all chalky like all those old Fords get.

I waxed it, and we built the most insane loft inside. There was just the two front seats, and then the loft, extended the whole length of the van so you had to sit cross legged, or on a stack of pillows, but never could your legs hang down unless you sat between the two front seats.

The whole thing was carpeted to the nines because Joe’s old man was a master carpet installer. Honestly,  that van was the best running vehicle I have ever driven, or been in, except that the steering linkage was badly worn.  When we would hit a good gust of wind it could change lanes on its own.

Photo by John Rejba.

Any funny or unique features?

We had no place for our spare tire so we tied it to the top of the van. We also had a heart spray painted on the back door.

What’s the longest drive you ever did between shows? What was the first trip you took with it?

The longest drive we ever did was between Kansas City and San Diego when we recorded our first record.  We did manage to jump on a show while in California.

That was the infamous trip where we decided to steal gas the entire way. We made it past Sante Fe on Highway 40 before we got caught. It all went down on a reservation, so the cop was not a state trooper, and let us go after a bullshit story along with my willingness to let him search the van. He didn’t. I think after he saw our van, and the loft set-up, he felt sorry for us and let us go.

We made it all the way to San Diego after that. Coming back home, we would experience another such encounter with police in Nebraska.

Joe Winkle. Photo by Paul Drake.

Who maintained the van?

At that point in the band, Joe and I did all the maintenance. Oil changes, cap and rotor, etc. The van was on point mechanically, and even though it was rusty, we washed it when we could.

Brandon working on the Canyon van. Photos by Evan Berodt.

I woke up in Bellingham one time with kitty litter stuck to my cheek.

Did you sleep in the van, people’s houses, or hotels?

We always slept on people’s floors. We played the punk house circuit, and they were all super cool, even if the house was super gross. Most of the houses were nasty as fuck.

I woke up in Bellingham one time with kitty litter stuck to my cheek. Joe found chicken bones in a borrowed pillow one time too.

I preferred the van. It sucked, but it was a suck level I could deal with.

John and John. Photo by Paul Drake.

Did you have any van rules, or band rules in general?

The van was lawless. We would drink, smoke, brawl (like really brawl), make up, bitch about music selections, have fun. It was the Wild West in our van. Riding in the Boys Life and Canyon van was raucous stuff.

Dirty deeds done by Brandon to the Giants Chair van. Photo courtesy of Brandon Butler.

The Farewell Bend van was chill, but that band was different. We were on a mission. It was about delivering the goods. Nobody got too whacked out. That band was the rebound girlfriend for us, we needed it at the time, and finally realized we needed to move on. Both Giants Chair and Boys Life split at about the same time… I’m mean c’mon, like I’m not asking Paul (Ackerman) to do a band? We probably recorded the best sleeper “emo” album of the 90s from that group. That record will hold up forever.  

Now wouldn’t it be cool if that record came out on vinyl? Hmm… 

The Farewell Bend – Service Engine Soon

The Farewell Bend – Live at The Granada, Lawrence, KS 05.31.97

What is your craziest tour story?

Well… on tour coming back to Kansas City on an all night drive, we pulled into a rest area so Paul Drake could pee, and get a break from driving. We were all asleep in the back, including Eric (Richter, Christie Front Drive).

I woke to the smell of electricity similar to a Marshall amp just before it dies. I opened my eyes, and there was a thick green smoke emanating from the front A/C vents. I knew shit was about to hit the fan. “Everybody out, get the fuck out of the van now” I was yelling. Everybody bailed out. Because at this point the dash had caught fire, we didn’t even grab our shoes or anything. We all had to take our turn, literally jumping through flames, because the fire was coming out of the dash rolling up the windshield.

I went to the back doors, slung them open, and all of us started throwing guitar cases, amps, speaker cabinets on the ground. Drums were rolling about the parking area, and all of the semi trucks were starting to bail out.

I’d say the flames at that point were at least forty feet tall. The heat was so intense while we moved the salvaged gear to a safe distance, my eyeballs dried, and my hoodie hurt when it touched my skin, that fucking HOT.

Tires were exploding, and the fiberglass dome that had once made the van such an attractive option to tour in was melting like a giant picnic cup in a camp fire. Finally, the gas tank lit up and heaved a giant plume of bright yellow flame that ran out into the parking lot, all over the remaining chassis, exploding the rear tires, every color of the rainbow was present in that fire.

It burned so fast that by the time the two fire trucks arrived they were just wetting it for safety.

We ended up loading our sorry asses, broke, cold, and shoe-less in a giant Ryder truck, one of those really big ones. We were so fucking over it. We played our final show of the tour in KC, at The Daily Grin with The Get Up Kids.

We didn’t practice or talk about band stuff for a month. I was sure as a band we were finished.  I really think that was the moment we changed our view of touring.  We wouldn’t play shows without a guarantee, and we tried to play clubs more than punk space/house shows.

But as insane as this story sounds, we had so many weird ass experiences on tour. Those dangerous and surreal moments were why I wanted to keep touring. 

Photo by Paul Drake.

Where did the van end up?

All of the vans we ever owned got junked. Joe traded the last van he owned in for a good Honda hatchback that he drove to San Francisco after the band broke up.

Boys Life. Photo by Paul Drake.

Photo by Paul Drake.

Photo by Paul Drake.

I started to think this guy might be some Buffalo Bill wanting to put lotion in my basket, and these “films” might be a way to get the ball rolling.

Any other entertaining tour stories?

I could write a book just on Boys Life tour stories. Here’s a quick one, and I warn you its gross.

We played Milwaukee this one time, and a guy at the show offered us a place to stay. He said he lived in an old theater with a working film projector, one of the big ones. He said he had a bunch of couches, and a fire pit inside the space. I was fucking sold!

So when we got there, it was a warehouse. Yes, he had a projector, and films, and a bunch of couches. The fire pit was a 55 gallon drum, but it all seemed like it could work out to be cool place to hang out. We had a few beers, and he wanted to show us some “films.”

Photo by Paul Drake.
Photo by Paul Drake.

The films ended up to be porn…? 1970s German stuff that had really pasty white people, lots of hair, ball gags, and whips. Some gross looking shit that you know is about to go sideways. It didn’t freak us out right away, but I started to think this guy might be some Buffalo Bill wanting to put lotion in my basket, and these “films” might be a way to get the ball rolling. I was like 22 at the time.

Things went south when the guy in the movie made a stinky on his lady friend. Rejba made an audible groan. None of us was watching this train wreck anymore. Anderson rolled up in his sleeping bag and checked out. I think Rejba and I were messing around the fire barrel. We could see the guys interest level growing in the film.

Right about then, the dude who made number two earlier brought in one of those miniature ponies… we bailed with the quickness.  We told the guy we needed something from the van long enough for that gross ass crime against nature to be over. Rejba gagged outside a few times, and I was afraid to go to sleep.

Eventually, I was banned from voting on where to stay. 

Boys Life and The Crownhate Ruin in front of Camelot in Higginsville, Missouri. Photo courtesy of Boys Life.
The Farewell Bend with Kerosene 454 at the Amish Cheese House in Chouteau, OK. Photo by Paul Drake.
Brandon sitting in with The Boom. Photo courtesy of Brandon Butler.

How can we help promote any releases?

Look up Rejba’s band Wet Tropics, they’re great.

I have put up a lot of free music on my bandcamp page.

Joe hangs out and jams with John Wall from Kerosene 454, from what i hear through the grape vine. I’m not sure if they are a thing, or just having fun, but yeah.

Anderson is a wicked drummer, and I wish he lived closer to me.

Boys Life Instagram

Boys Life Facebook

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Wet Tropics Instagram

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Boys Life – “Fire Engine Red”

Canyon – Drive All Night

Brandon Butler performs Dear Assassin. Red Palace, DC. 7/24/11

The Vicars of Dickroy – Iota, Arlington 1.24.13

Six Bells perform “Silver Seed”

Tragic Accidents by Wet Tropics (Live at DZ Records)