Over the years they were together, the members of Sacripolitical often discussed the sort of performance they would ideally like to stage if given the opportunity to play in a large coliseum to an enormous crowd. They imagined members of the band flying into the venue aboard Vietnam-era Huey Cobra helicopters, and then rappelling down to the stage amidst explosions and napalm strikes. Once they had retrieved their instruments, they would start the set with “Napalm Baby.” As the crowd went wild, the show would continue with a call to arms, culminating in a revolution that would sweep the country, and then the world. Nihilism would be established, with no leaders, no stupid politicians, and no more oppressive ideologies. Everyone would listen to Sacripolitical and history would come to an end.
Sacripolitcial never did have the opportunity to stage such a performance; but they have no regrets. Today they rest content with the mighty feats that they did accomplish: introducing a new word into the lexicon of American vocabulary; initiating a new era in history; creating sonic works of art that rival the evocative power of the great Romantic poets; spreading the gospel of nihilism to a sometimes receptive, sometimes hostile public; and leaving a scar in the consciousness of Marin County. This legacy can never be undone.
Members of the band, and members of the Sacripolitical army who are still alive, have now gone on to pursue their own projects. Some of them are writers and artists. Some work in the film and music industry. Some of them work in advertising and teaching. Some of them are lawyers. Some are mechanics and contractors. Nevertheless, whatever they now do, they all continue to shape, change and challenge the status quo in their own, unique ways. Yet, none of them have forgotten the decade-long juggernaut that was Sacripolitical. They all still draw guidance and continued strength from those eloquent, prayer-like lyrics from the song “Anthem”:
When the axiom you live has become another lie,
And we’re the only ones left to crucify.
When you’re feeling kind of weak, but you want to take a stand,
Become a Sacripolitcian. Join the band!
Sacripolitcal was (at various times): John Marmysz, Matt Schmidt, Rob Underwood, Sam Golden, Craig Stahl, Doug Raposa, Whitney Wilson, Gary Benson, Eric Mead, Mark Wallace, Brooke Johnson, Jeff Isotalo.
A Special Sacripolitcal Salute to: Juneko Robinson, Vince Giacomini, Jason DeCelle, Mike Johnson (RIP), Scott Poole, Scott Travis (RIP), John Gillheany, Matt Forestall, Stuart Jakl, Dario Goykavich, Kent Daniels, Karen Isotalo, Ace Beltran, Orlando X, Adam Resing, Ricky Paul (RIP), Walter of the Pukes, Peter of UXB/Ludivicho Technique (RIP), Denise Von Eilers, Randall Lake, Belle, Eric Taylor, The Bag Ladies, Lisa Hermann, Linda Sue Murphy, Ken Laddish, Summer Wadsworth, Joyce and Charlie (RIP?), Ellen Hansen, Chris (Wally) Ellinger, The Hanson Brothers, The CMPs, The Pukes, UXB/Ludivicho Technique, White Stag, Crypt, Shane, Dara Hellman, Rachel Golden, Mike Kavanaugh, Café Nuvo, Thought Factory, The Breakouts, MJB, TOC, The Marin Skins, BONK!, Snoopy, Mark Clough, Kevin Vineys, Paul Hollander, Irene Barnard, The owner of the Flashback Cafe…and all the Marin County and Bay Area punks, skins, mods, rockers, hippies, new wavers, and other weirdoes who helped make the 1980’s a very strange decade.