Mikey Ramone: "The Autobiography"

CHAPTER II:

“I’VE BEEN TRYING TO UNTANGLE MY MIND. AND MUSIC REALLY DID SAVE MY LIFE. ROCK AND ROLL IS MY ULTIMATE LIFELINE...”

 

Later on, I got to know many rock bands in the Sixties and Seventies, including T. Rex (with Marc Bolan being the frontman until his ultimate tragic death in 1977), The Bee Gees, The Sweet, or the J. Geils Band. But still, the biggest influence came from one of the best bands in the world – The Ramones.

It was this story: I was dumbed by my girlfriend on June 30, 2010, right at the time when I was staying in my hometown, Haiphong city, for only five days (June 28 – July 2), and she was just texting me this: “We are no longer lovers anymore. You gotta find out yourself. Bye.” I was totally shocked – it was like a low-blow to me, to be honest; and first thing I had to do; I didn’t even know what I have done wrong – I was trying to find the reason why she could dumb me like that. But she didn’t just say anything. Until August, she just told me that she was tired of us texting around only on a fucking cellphone and didn’t yet get to meet each others. What I was doing at the time before she dumbed me – it was me buying this beautiful little teddy-bear as a gift for her, from Haiphong then back to Saigon and sending it ahead to Da Nang city; where she lived. Later I just sold that teddy-bear to my older sister; I bought it for 80,000 VND and sold it back to her at the price of 100,000 VND. What a good way to make money, right?


Above: Me, circa 2002, just graduated (or maybe before that) from primary school. Photo by unknown, taken for a special occasion per my school's request for student's card.

The Ramones really influence me a lot since then. I was fascinated by them. Wearing this leather jacket (of course it was a fake one but expensive), ripped jeans with tennis shoes, and I was growing my hair long enough to touch my shoulders, and that was it. I got warnings from my college for many times about having a haircut, but I just didn’t give a shit what those people said. Who cares?

I took part in a music contest with “Teacher-Day” theme in a local English center I was studying in. It was on November 19, 2010 I performed “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynyrd Skynyrd – with my fake leather jacket debuted onstage. I still remember my khaki pants couldn’t fit me well; I was 80 kilograms at the time, with this fat stomach. Yes, I couldn’t sit down easily and it was really embarrassing. There was this old lady came up to me and said, “I would like to invite you to perform with me in a local bar around.” I said yes right away, because I didn’t know what else I could take for an answer. Of course you would do the same like I did.



Above: Two different occasions of my performances at Youth Cultural House (Nhà Văn Hóa Thanh Niên) in District 1, Saigon, Vietnam, on two different nights: November 19, 2010 and November 16, 2011, and the song choice was also another different thing: "Sweet Home Alabama" (Lynyrd Skynyrd) for the former, and "I Need Your Love" (Ramones cover of Bobby Dee Waxman) for the latter. Photos by unknown, must have been taken by the crews standing there with their (hand) cameras.

But sadly, that dream of mine being a superstar never came true. I lost her phone number in a blink of an eye when my phone got stuck in my pants’ pockets and I lost all the numbers. And I was getting to be afraid of spotlight; being spotted by anybody. That happened, and still do haunting me until now. I hate when I just walk on streets and everybody would give me that look – with curiosity and next thing ya know; they start talking about my hair. What the fuck is going wrong with them anyway? Gossipping about other people like that… I would consider it was an insult to my privacy. In here, it happens every fucking time, but not in Japan or somewhere else in the world.

Things got worse and worse when I was growing up year by year – being surrounded by a bunch of assholes. I got scared by them, mentally. I hate to be standing and being jammed in a crowd, that makes me feel very nervous. At the time this autobiography being written – I discover that I have an OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). Joey Ramone was struggling with it throughout his life, also.

Let’s just talk about my hobbies a little bit. Yes, just a bit.

When I was a little kid, I was starting collecting stuff like comic books or even empty oil cans. I didn’t know why I did collect them for whatever reasons; but it was so eccentric that everyone would dislike it from the start. I even went out and caught reptiles, particularly lizards or geckos, and also insects. I fucking loved them. And my ultimate pet would be a fish. Yes, you got these tiny fish tanks with fishes in, and you just had to feed them day-by-day. But I didn’t seem to do a good job on it, though. They would come and go, like a breeze. Wasting time and money, a lot, too. At this moment I only have a small dog, a Chihuahua one, and his name was Super. We adopted him on February 2006, ten years ago. From a friend of my Mom. That was when we still stayed at our old apartment back in the old neighborhood located on Dien Bien Phu – Tran Quoc Thao intersections. We moved to this new house that year, on June. But I still have been dreaming of that old apartment since then. Weird dreams, and they were all sad.


Above: My deceased doggo, born October 25, 2005 - died June 12, 2021. His name was Suppe (or we often called him as "Be," pronounced as "Bear" in English). Photo by my mom, circa 2006-2007 when we first moved to this then-new house in District 3, not far away from my original birthplace (1979-2006).

In 2005, when I was really into Michael J. Jackson and his musical career, along with other artists – ABBA, Queen, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, etc.; any rock and roll bands I would give a listen to and became their biggest fan ever. I started collecting CDs and DVDs and books and things about them, too. But I know it wasn’t enough for me, just yet. I just wanted more. And most of stuff from my collection really does have contributions from other friends of mine; they were all good guys. They would give me these records and discs – as gifts. Other things like books and magazines I would buy them from bookstores when I was on my trip to other districts and places. You know, saving up money and getting them in your hands was the best thing you could ever imagine. Listening to them online or collecting fake and cheap copies doesn’t make any sense at all. It is about the real thing. To see it, touch it, and hold it is to believe it.

Music? Rock and roll? 90s kids ? Isn’t it one great topic to talk about? Let’s start...


Above: Me, second from left, parodied "Abbey Road" with the other admins of The Beatles Fanpage in Vietnam, on Han Thuyen street, District 1, Saigon, February 8, 2014. Photo by a crew member.

I first knew Queen, Michael J. Jackson, and Michael Learns to Rock since I was 3 or 4 years old, in the Kindergarten Years. Those were good days – you didn’t have to think about anything else – just you and music and enjoying the life of a younger child in the family. I was really well-fed and nurtured by my parents – this I am really thankful for them feeding and clothing me making sure I was having enough food to eat – thanks, dear Mom and Dad!

Michael Learns to Rock had had their hit, called “Sleeping Child” and earlier a bit, “The Actor” (1991 and 1993, respectively) – but during the times we’ve been still under sanctions by the US government towards the Commies – yep this was their own faults not America (I did support what President Ronald Reagan would be quite tough towards the Soviet Union – he did the right thing) and we rarely had any good music back then on the radio or in a bigger space like on the television.


Above: My long-time, main acoustic/electro hybrid acoustic guitar, dearly named as "Judy Kristensen," has been in use since March 25, 2015. Photo taken November 2, 2019 when Judy was nicely put inside another acoustic guitar's hard shell-case.

My parents got an old 14” TV set from Japan, branded as “JVC” – good Japanese brand then; and we would watch every kind of channel on their via the small antenna in our bedroom. Luckily I got introduced to MLTR, Michael Jackson, Queen, or ABBA – and speaking of the latter group, my neighbor – my Mom’s co-worker’s son – he was a big fan of ABBA having a VHS tape of music video collection of the group. I remember hearing “The Winner Takes It All” or “Thank You for the Music,” and much more from him. He just... loved them. This must have been in 1995-1996, but Michael Jackson was the first influence for me; I overheard “Heal the World” and “We Are the World” on the television programs. Or “Off the Wall” (1992). Wow. Great times. Queen with their hit “Bohemian Rhapsody” music video being also shown on every Tuesday night at the “international music” TV program (1994). I was not freaking out when they came to the Acapella part of four members singing in the dark but I remember Freddie’s face would look like a human skull. That’s what my Mom said!!! I said, “Skull where and what?” And next thing I knew I wouldn’t get any answers from her or my sis at all... I would go back to the Kindergarten the next few days and collecting some Carlsberg beer cans from the trash bin of the compound of the school because of having watched “Sleeping Child” in that beer’s commercial video the other nights. I still remember parts of the lyrics!


Above: Junior Mikey, Second Day of Lunar New Year, January 31, 1995. Photo by unknown.

Later on when I’d get older years by years, I would get introduced to many artists and their music around the globe by watching MTV channel or my sister would record the songs into her portable cassette tapes. 1997-2002 was the best period ever for the teen-pop, Europop / Eurodance movements in Europe and North America, and spreading to Asian continent during that time. To name a few boybands / girl groups: Steps, S Club 7, A1, 911, Busted (UK), or The Moffatts, (Canada) or Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Jennifer Lopez (US) and many others. Some would have their own one-hit wonder or many hits being produced years from years. Some would still be active at this moments and some would no longer on the music scene,...



Above: Photo #1: My first band ever - Me, Slowhandicap and a friend of ours - Anne, jamming at ALICE Maid Coffee, September 1, 2014. Photo by Slow's girlfriend, Remind. Photo #2: Me and Slowhandicap (his real name is Trương Trọng Vũ Anh), ALICE Maid Coffee, September 7, 2014. We first talked in June that year and first jammed together on August 15, as part of the S.U.R.F. (Summer Union of Rock Fanpages) event at one remote place in Phú Nhuận district. This was the blooming, fruition of the Last Jackals being formed not long after - as we started out as "The Yummy Rockers," "Mikey and Friends," then "The Grey Jackals." They were all the forerunners of the current "Jackals" lineup at the moment (2022). Photo by a friend.

So, when I decided to form my first band – it wasn’t just easy at all. But we did play and make our first money ever from our own working-hard attitude. Right now I have my band called the Last Jackals (evolving from the original name – the Grey Jackals) that been formed since August 3, 2018. I would choose deep-cuts for them to playing, and no crap involved. Or whenever I am bored I’d just like to write my own originals. Some are very raw from the beginning to the end. I mean, who would ever do some lo-fi stuff anyhow nowadays? It’s just too much crap in the public already, so that’s one reason why I’d like to make a change.

Many venues here at first they’re super nice. But later on they’d book some crappy bands only playing hit cover songs and shit. That’s one more thing I hate about it. The crappy music scene here in Saigon has already been dead. I don’t need these crappy expats pumping more energy into it. It’s getting bigger, sure. You will get more audiences for your own benefits of the places, sure. But that bubble won’t last longer, trust me. I only give a shit what my band can do.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

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