the history of bangers (as i remember it) and some answers to common questions. so i'll do my best to clear shit up.

GENESIS:

ok... well. to start. i could be wrong. the whole thing is a little blurry... i THINK it started with an idea by seth ciferri. as i remember it we were talking -as we like to do- about some bullshit or another. i think we were talking about the "battle royale" which is the eagle fighting the dragon old timey backpiece? i think? it's something like that. maybe an eagle fighting a snake. i always liked the idea of these epic battles, so we started talking about a fantasy battle royale. now... to be honest i can barely remember. i do know seth said "DUUUUDEEEEEE YOU SHOULD GET A UNICORN HEAD AND USRO SHOULD GET A WIZARD HEAD ON BOXER BODIES SO THEY COULD FIGHT! ....GOOOOOOOLDDDDDD" so... i remember talking to usro about it. and rich. at this point it was going to be "FANTASY BATTLE ROYALE" with the three of us. but honestly... it was at the level of planning stage that most things never make it past.

then a year or so later it turned into a  real plan. i don't know why usro and rich didn't get one from the beginning. but it was a really hectic period when it started. i was visiting baltimore to do some shoots back in 2004. this is  when i still lived in los angeles. it was a period of running around all over the town and doing a lot of shoots. it also happened that the first tattoos were done the day after the infamous psychedelic *CENSORED*  party. doug hardy was in town as well. i was staying with bbop, mod dave, and covita. doug was at read street tattoo and so were sef and katie sellergren.

when i got to read street the next day  i was still mega ***** from said ******** party.  it was crazy. anyway, i'm still confused when i get to the shop. i think i was supposed to originally get a unicorn head, but i saw the grave with "r.i.p. you" on it and started laughing. especially since it had grass on the shoulders. all of the talk leading up to this had been about creatures with actual heads. like a wizard or garden gnome.

here are some of the original drawings. one is a drawing of the prototype seth head banger




so..... the first bangers were:

me , bbop, mod dave, covita, katie sellergren, doug hardy, pat martin, sick sean, sef, sherry, snowflake and albrigo

once back in l.a. we got rita and dana dearmond.


here are some banger rules.

only one banger tattoo per person, although at least 5 of us have expressed interest in wanting more. i'd like one of the elaborate newschool ones. whe we started doing them they were'nt too fancy. now they are fucking amazing looking.

YOU CAN NOT JUST GET A BANGER! if you go out and stick a head on a boxer and a word under it , you do not have a banger. you have bullshit.

bangers are the supercult crew tattoo. you have to be supercult family to get one.

"THERE AIN'T NO CLIQUE LIKE THE ONE I'M WITH"

models are automatic candidates for bangers.

10 models have banger-tats! snowflake, dana dearmond, rosemary, billy jean, rory, covita, haley,roxie, memphis, and snakefight. billy jean also has a straight "supercult" tattoo, and so does brittany texas, pea pod, natasha, and pinky!

the bangers spell out one grand phrase. it is long. i know the whole thing, but i'm not disclosing it all yet.

right now it's at " the really sick, totally awesome, & suspiciously sickass super cult punk rock fantasy battle royale of which there can be only one winner & extreme violence is to be expected fo'real boyee"

at this point there are 36 finished bangers! (only 31 released up to this point) we aren't in a hury. this is unlike any other crew tattoo, as we are unlike any other crew. banger squad is pretty elite, and that's the way we like it. we just don't want a run away thing like the baltimore bug. nothing against the bug. i have the bug, a few bangers do, hell seth STARTED the bug... but bangers are our own.

ONLY BANGERS CAN GIVE BANGERS. you have to get a banger tattoo from someone that HAS one.

tattooers with bangers are: seth ciferri (baltimore), katie sellergren (iowa), daniel albrigo (los angeles), doug hardy (minnesota), sick tatty sean (baltimore),
hunter spanks (baltimore), leeroy (baltimore), rachel aust  (atlanta), tomas garcia (virginia/spainthe world), bart brigham (los angeles... soon to be baltimore)

seth has done most of the bangers BY FAR. he has done probably 80% hunter is in second place i think at this point. then katie and brigo

the biggest banger BY FAR is the one with "violence" (amber)
coming in at around 6 or 7 inches.


no banger has died yet, although there has been speculation on who will be the first.


rita's banger was only her second tattoo! ("fo'real")

dana's glows in blacklight and is otherwise invisible

sherry (boyeeeee) was the first one to get a banger in a highly visible place. snowflake (sickass) went straight for the forearm  with the writing even going almost onto the hand =0. billy jean, rory, haley and ang also have forearm bangers. BALLS OUT!

emo justin got his on his ribs? that's the weirdest placement so far.

we are working on turning the bangers into a comic strip.


tomas actually did his own banger on himself.

the bangers with human heads are:
"cult" is adam barton's head on katie
"violence" is chase lisbon's head on amber
"&" is grime's head on sef
"be" is abe lincoln on ang

here are some of my favorite banger scenes:

(by bart)











(by aram fresh)



(by internet micah)








anyone can contribute any banger related art. even if you aren't a banger. we'll be putting all of the banger art up on supercult here (i'm updating the section this week) http://www.supercult.com/site2/cultinsider/battleroyale/battleroyale.html and we would LOVE to see your contributions (they can be sent to amber@supercult.com)




CULT LIFE.
CFFC. ADAD.
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supercult.com/mb

Check out this video: Photography of CHASE LISBON. GALLERY SHOW PROMO



It's also here at a higher quality on Youtube:



And if you'd like to download your own copy (at original quality):

...com/eroticaaa

Please post, repost, distribute, bootleg, bittorrent, or burn to a disk and mail to an island.

Also... I would love for you to rate it and leave us comments.


My past three videos have been shut down on Youtube, so we'll see about this one. It would help if people didn't go flagging everything I do just to spite me. Jesus...

getting closer...


Info on carpools from other cities to Philly along with hotel sharing and the afterparty @
supercult dot com/mb

Hello, I have my first solo show on May 2nd in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.


Apnea and I will be there soon. I  will have more details on the show and afterparty soon.

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I am one of the judges for the 3rd ward "SEX CELLS" contest.


You know all of those nudes flying back and forth between you guys all day like so many of mike tyson's pigeons?

Now you could make $500 with one.


www.3rdward.com/sexcells  For all of the rules and regulations.

My only affiliation with this contest is that I am on of the three judges... So send all of your inquiries  and entries.

And by "In the News," I mean this letter. And by "letter," I mean Myspace message.



So I haven't talked to a lot of you in a long time and I've been super super busy.  So I want to bring you up to speed on a bunch of stuff.

If you're getting this letter I am assuming you are my friend or at least interested in me or erotica to some extent.  If this is not the case, do not read anymore of this letter/myspace message/news report. Simply move along to the next letter in your inbox.



Kansas City!


Okay, if you've made it this far you can make it to the end.  So, I was out of town and in California for a little while and things got really really crazy and I've been writing about it on my Nerve.com column.  You should really read my column. It's filled with tons of pictures and it's one of the only places where I show really current work in real time since they shut down my Flickr account yet again.  You can see my new Flickr account here.  There's not too much to see there, but if you're anti-censorship please go and add me as a friend. Maybe one day I'll rebuild it, but for now Nerve.com is the best place to see the pictures I take every week and what I've been doing in my life.



Kansas City!

Whenever I talk to my friends around the country I'm pretty shocked at how little everyone knows about what I've been up to.  I think a lot of you still think I'm living on a train or maybe even under one.  I'm actually living on 20 acres of farmland in Iowa with my friend Katie Sellergren and my girlfriend Apneatic/Amanda of Apneatic.com fame. If you want to make friends with either of them they are in my top friends and are friendly people that love getting new friend requests.  We set up an office here in the farm house and edit pictures and videos all day non-stop. I have my first gallery show coming up in May in Philadelphia. More details in my next newsletter, should I ever send another newsletter. If not, I'm sure I'll write about it a few hundred times all over Myspace, Nerve, and Supercult.  






Sissy!





Swindle!




I'm really excited about the YouTube channel we started for censored videos. I've been making videos for Supercult for about 8 years and I just started finally making censored ones so that anyone can see them.  The YouTube channel is Youtube.com/thesupercult.

Here are the three censored videos that just went public in the past few weeks:

Apnea:  (this video is going to hit 10k views on youtube soon, and it's only been up a three weeks. We are stoked for that to happen. We worked hard on it, and it's a miracle neither of us drowned):


Reagan Maddox (who's always beautiful) and Roxie (who is one of the ORIGINAL supercult girls from back in 2001! She's STILL beautiful. I've never walked down the street with her without watching heads turn!):



The third is Dana Dearmond, who everyone on the internet knows. She's the internet's girlfriend. I think last time I checked she had 200 billion friends. She probably has more friends here than Tom.












I've recently had a set go up on Zivity.com of Apnea and within 24 hours it became the highest voted set of all time.  I have a new set up there of Asphyxia which is doing really well. If you haven't already you should go there and check it out. You can set up a free account and it's a good way for you to see two mini-sets of mine.  Of course the full sets are on Supercult, but Zivity is free. Then again, Supercult has like a billion more pictures of mine...but Zivity.com has a bunch of sets from everyone. When you sign up you get a free vote so you can vote for one of my sets or videos if you want. I know that I would like that, but no pressure…little bit of pressure.



Asphxia!




So I think that's that for now! You should be up to date...please read my column everyday on Nerve (it's free, and if you want an idea of what it's like read my Myspace blog about the year 2008 in review) and you can catch up on my life and Apnea's life, cult life and farm life. You can see tail and read tales, as they say. And here are the two most recent pictures of me as taken by Apnea on Valentine's Day night when we were fucking around with someone's pro-equipment (I've only ever shot with a Sony Cybershot or a Sony Mavica before this night).












OH! Last thing! If you are a fan of my work please vote for me in the Nerve.com 10-Year Contest.  They put out a hardback book of the best of Nerve.com as a 10 year anniversary sort of celebration and I have a few pictures in it. You can pick that up at...I don't know where. I got mine in the mail from Nerve. But, I know it's at Amazon and someone told me they got one at Barnes and Noble, but I don't really know. I just know it's awesome.  It was exciting for me because it was the first time I saw my pictures in a book.  Right now I'm winning by 1911 votes with Richard Kern coming in second, but the contest doesn't end until June. You can vote every time you're there reading my column because you're allowed one vote a day.  By voting for me you'll really be helping out because if I win the contest I'm going to put the prize money towards getting some new pro-equipment which would be good for me to take it to the next level.

I'm feeling very positive about 2009 and I hope you are as well! Thank you for reading so much. I hope the pictures help keep your attention. Please vote on our videos and favorite them. Feel free to embed them anywhere you want and pass them along to your friends.

I love you,

Seriously. I don't make a lot of money doing this, but I love what I do. Reading your positive feedback is the greatest reward. Sometimes the negative shit gets to me. I will never know what makes someone take the time to try and make someone else feel bad, but that just happens in this game. I'm sure Biggie Smalls has a lot to say about it, but I don't listen to Biggie Smalls... So, I have to learn the hard way.

Chase Lisbon of the United States of America

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Always 999

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kvMmqkzrXQ

Free friday night movie! Reagan Maddux and Roxie. Supercult. Chase Lisbon. Erotic. Etc. Friday night!

well cuss word. Flickr cuss worded my cussing cussword down... Here is my letter to you and everyone else about it. I would REALLY appreciate it if you posted it, reposted it, blogged it, or made it into a sticker and posted it all over town like so many "Andre the Giant has a Posse" stickers.


Hello.

My name is Chase Lisbon.

I am a Photographer from the United States of America.

At some point yesterday a tactical strike was initiated on my Photostream at Flickr.com.

The assailants struck hard and fast. My account was instantly deleted and 3 years of hard work went down the drain.

I believe it was an inside job. The perpetrators did not send me a warning letter, nor have they responded to my letter asking "why?".

"supercult.com" and two other sites I work with were then put on some sort of "blacklist". Seriously. Try leaving the words "supercult.com" as a comment on ANY picture on Flickr and you will see.

It is very hard for me to write this without cussing, because I am HELLA pissed off. I worked very hard to build up my work there, and was doing very well.

I can not see why they would not send me a warning if I was in violation of one of their vague policies.

Regardless. Please add yourself to my new account. I have only added a few pictures there for now, and i plan on adding new ones frequently.

www.flickr.com/photos/LisbonRising

Thank you. I love you.

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Please add me and spread the word!

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This is from my Nerve.com blog:

Every year around this time I start to think "THANK GOD this year is ending!" which is weird because:

A) I don't communicate with Gods.
B) It makes absolutely no sense that anything would magically change the day that we switch from one year to another.
C) Every year seems to be worse than the one before, so I should have actually been living in fear of the upcoming year as I ignore rule "B".

This is the first year that I can remember that I'm not happy to see end.

2008 Was fucking insane.

I started the year by squatting at Seth's house in Baltimore. That was cool. He had heat but no furniture. He had a stove but no refrigerator. I slept on the floor there. I was drinking heavily... VERY heavily. I was drinking a bottle of bourbon a night. I was really turning into a secret fatty, so I had to switch to Vodka.

Sometimes I slept in my warehouse. It had furniture all over the place... like a Scooby Doo cartoon, but no heat. It had a fridge, but no stove. Jesus... it was horrible. Dark and lonely. Dark times...

I woke up every day with a hangover and a wrapper from a Royal Farms egg sandwich.

Sometimes I would take pictures of a naked girl or two.

I ate out for every meal and became addicted to something called a "Blooming Onion" at a restaurant known for it's "Australian cuisine". I ate almost every meal alone. If i found a place with a cute waitress, I would go there and eat in hopes of catching their eye. I never caught an eye. All of the waitresses of Baltimore city and the surrounding counties had either heard horrible things about me or could come up with horrible thoughts by just looking at me. Me... the sketchy looking dude at the table alone drinking 70 dollars in Martinis, looking off into space wondering how it got to this.

Every morning at the squat house I was terrified that I was going to wake up to the Sheriff. All I had in the house was a mat to sleep on, about 40 empty bottles of Jim Beam, 40 empty bottles of SKYY vodka (I switched when the fatty thing got TOO out of hand), a television, 40 porno DVD's, a computer, and a sometimes stash of weed. Literally that was it... One morning I woke up to a pounding on the door. Cop Knock, you know? Of course, I had just bought an 8th the night before and I totally freaked out at the thought of this Sheriff coming in to arrest me for squatting. I jumped up and flushed all the weed down the toilet. It mostly wanted to float so I had to keep flushing it and pushing it down. By the time it was done I went downstairs to find that it was just the fire department doing some sort of freak spot check of people's houses for smoke detectors. WTF. I didn't let them in. That wouldn't have worked out so well.

When I lived in that house, I always felt like that one guy from The Simpsons (is it Lenny?) who gets exposed eating out of a tin can in an empty house when the walls come down.

Man, I did a lot of horrible things in 2008 in a subconscious attempt at killing myself, and I think watching The Simpson's movie was up their with the worst of them.

At some point the Baltimore City Housing Authority came to the place and left a note saying they needed to get in and "inspect the dwelling". It was almost time for me to leave Baltimore anyway.

My lease was about to be up at the warehouse, and all I had to do was move my shit out into storage and clean the place up a little to get my deposit back. We had literally dumped THOUSANDS upon THOUSANDS of fucking dollars into this place trying to make it a super mansion, before we found out that it was impossible to heat and turned into some sort of dark frozen hell on fucking earth oh my god I'm getting so mad thinking about that shit jesus better think of something funny quick.... ahhh... ok. Got it. So one day I was in there when the landlord came through with his usual parade of young college art school kids who were bankrolled by their parents and had never lived on their own before. I would always do my best to try to sell them on the place, because I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. I mean, I was paying $1000 a month to keep a pile of furniture there while I squatted in an abandoned house. So he had the kids all sold on the place, until one of the kids asked where the kitchen was. Now this place was the size of a grocery store, so It's not a surprise that no one had asked before. This is how the conversation went:

Kid: Where's the kitchen?

Landlord: Kitchen.... Kitchen.... (mumbles to himself thinking...) Hey Chase! Where's the kitchen?

Me: Kitchen?

Landlord: Yeah... the kitchen. What happened to the kitchen?

Me: Oh it's gone.

Landlord: What do you mean it's gone?

Me: Oh we tore it out.

Landlord: YOU TORE IT OUT?!

Me: Yeah... we didn't like it. It's gone.

Landlord: What? The Kitchen's gone?

Me: Yeah.

Landlord: You tore out a room... the kitchen... Where are the walls?

Me: Yeah... it's cool, they're gone. I'll make a new one.

Landlord: You'll make a new one?!

Me: Yeah... a new one. I'll make a new one.

Landlord: You'll make a new kitchen?

Me: Yeah. I'll make a new kitchen.

Landlord (to the kids): There you go. No problem. Chase is going to make a kitchen.

So the kids agree to move in, and I have to build a kitchen before I could leave Baltimore. The security deposit was $2500 or something, and it wasn't all mine.

So I built a kitchen... which was really more of a work bench with an old oven next to it in the middle of the space and like 20 feet from the nearest sink, but fuck it. You should have seen this guy's face when he saw what I had built. It was the day before I was set to leave on my trip. He was totally bummed. His jaw dropped. He remained silent for minutes. Just looking it up and down. He said something like "I thought you were going to build a kitchen. This is... This is just... a..." He was lost for words. I'm sure the word he was looking for was "Work Bench".

Somehow I talked him into accepting this setup as a kitchen. The kids had already signed the lease, and now he just had to talk THEM into believing it was a kitchen and all is well. This guy is one of those landlords you hear about. The used car salesman type. When I was there in his office first signing the lease, he told me that he "wished he had a little midget girl that lived under his desk and gave him blow-jobs all day while he worked". He also made and ate a turkey and peanut butter sandwich while we were finalizing things.

The next day was May 7th. I had no problem leaving him with the workbench/oven combo as I set out for what was supposed to be a one month trip to get my head straight.



"Getting my head straight for a month" turned into a six month vision quest that was absolutely insane. It's hard for me to even think about a lot of it. There were a lot of health issues, both mental and physical, caused by my lifestyle at the time.

Here are some things I remember:

Tripping on mushrooms in a storm on an east coast beach.
Tripping on mushrooms in a storm on a Gulf of Mexico beach.
Being drunk every waking moment of four months
Taking some pictures.
Burying a gold ring in the sand somewhere.
Drinking someone's blood on the Amtrak. (I'm not going to say who)
Blowing up a lot of stuff in Baltimore.
Committing various acts of sodomy and crimes against man.
Blowing up a wad of money.
Taking off my clothes and burning them in a fireplace in a bar.
Lying to many, many people about my job as to not have to answer the long series of questions that the truth would set forth.
Seeing some things that can not be unseen.
Obama.
Doing some things that can not be spoken of or undone.
Giving up on my stuff in storage and giving it all away.
Meeting my family in Arkansas that I hadn't seen since I was 4.
Finding out I'm 1/4th Cherokee.
Had a friend die.
Stayed up all night getting my tongue tattooed while drinking straight vodka out of a handle in a bet that it wouldn't stay in. I lost, it did. Very much so.
Did a shoot in the lodge where I was born in the Ozarks.
Traveling for 6 months by, car, bus, train, and finally airplane.
Winning $840 at Keno by accident in Reno right after I met Apnea.
Doing blackout amounts of drugs on 50 hour train rides... and this part really scares me, because I know on one I was sitting next to this stranger, but I have NO MEMORY of what I said to her for 50 HOURS STRAIGHT.
Ripping up a bunch of money on a San Francisco dance floor and being accused of stealing it from the bar. (I don't know... I was really mad at money this year)
Setting some more stuff on fire and getting in trouble for it.
Going on the TV show "Cash Cab" completely WASTED and winning $2100 with Dimes and Mike Gill.
Almost killing Dimes by accident when she flipped off a motel bed and hit her head on some hard wood furniture and then couldn't remember where she was.
Setting a copy of Jack Keroac's "On The Road" on fire and throwing it in a river, because...AHHHHH! I can't tell you why without getting heated and writing in ALL CAPS!
I don't really remember everything... I mean it was a long time. A lot of things were broken. I was in almost every city in every part of America except the northwest.... and Salt Lake City. I'm scared of SLC.

This is awesome... reads like the back of a year book. "We'll never forget the time we..."

The thing is - back before I gave all my yearbooks away- I would sometimes read those writings in the back and the people were always wrong, because I DID forget whatever they were talking about...

Then Apnea came along and we helped each other out a lot. I think when we came together we were both on the same path. She later told me that she "wouldn't have been surprised had I died at any moment on that trip". I'm actually completely shocked that I'm alive. I remember writing my will on receipt paper on the bar of Frijoles in Baltimore.

We met at an airport and then went on the Amtrak together. We just kept extending the trip and somehow we ended up here on a farm in Iowa. We both sobered up, quit smoking, and I got on some medication to help me cut down on the above type things...

I did everything I wanted to do this year except go on a boat and go fishing, plus I found a new reason to live and happiness in places I never expected. I also was lucky enough to find out how little I really needed my material goods, which is something that I'm pretty sure most people are going to find out the hard way in the upcoming years. I am pretty sure things are going to get exciting for everyone in the next few years.

Thank you for reading my blog, and I love you. I wish everyone the best in every way possible... shit was B.A.N.A.N.A.S.

I am selling these vintage glasses as seen in this picture.



They are on Ebay, and would like to invite you to go and see the listening, if only to read the epic story of how they got from Italy to my face to Ebay.


http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=140292706396


or search "Vintage RX Sunglasses designer 70 80s Maurice St Michel"


They are Sheik chic, which is "All the rage" in Arab nations.


I love you.

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Chase Lisbon