I remember...when i was a little rascal...vol.1.

I remember when i was a little kid, i was not a bad boy or a little devil, just a little rascal...when i was about 4 my parents started buliding our family house oh yes boyos, it s different than in england, you can get your own plot and build your own fucked up 2 floors house with your own garage, workshop, garden patio, doghouse, chicken yard, pig hut,iglo etc...so i really hated to live their because it was the west end of my town, no kids lived there those time, just me and our neighbour`s son. nobody..it was on the side of a busy road, you walked over the road and there was a corn field...i watched my dad plenty of times or i was sitting with my dad in his harvester...we called it combain tractor...on the left of this fucked up never ending corn field galaxy was a huge place, local agri culture college, co op etc...becoz most of the kids parents where worked there just like my dad used to, my neighbours worked there too. So it was obvious we will hang out there with them others. in the front of the college there were old time tractors.. you can get on them and play with them sometimes they turned into tanks in our minds when we replayed the second world war biggest battles...but behind those tractors there was the college on the left wing of the bulding, there were some kinda studios for the girls with a huge shower room...during the summer time or hot days in the spring or autumn they left the windows wide open so all we kids were hung on them watching them girls having their bath or shower, starring at them bristols with a hard on...and that was leading us to an idea...to buy some water guns...big mother fucking water guns i meant... ran them full up with icey water and we start shooting at the girls...the war begun between us. As we got older, the war changed, it was more about who can sleep with t more girls or and it was a really hard competition too, who can chat up the most beautyful ones...were not much of them lived there...it also turned into a dangerous place as we jumped on the skinhead fashion, becoz lots of gypsie girls were studying in that college and skinheads had no good reputation by attacking gyppos...so even if the gyppo gal loved you and accepted your skinhead punk metal kid ways, there were certain things you had to go thru...get abused by your skinhead mates that you are with a gypsie girl, get abused and violeted from the other gypsies.
i also remember my first proper fight took place in there on the basket ball court with another gang of kids..they were older than us...i dont know why we didnt accept them or liked other kids, for some reason as we thought we were the only lords of the college courts and the girls or i dunno we hated we fought we tried to chase them out our territory...that very day when this gang turned up we were playing basketball with the girls and these older boys just joined in or wanted to take over i can not remember now...but...2 brothers, and one of their best mate who also were a skinhead but he thought he was the only true skin, the best the most the onyl one were the hardcore elements of this gang...i can not remember why but i did get the hump...girls in the windows watched us...shouting and screaming or clampping ...and i ended up face to face with the stronger brother maybe he was the gang leader dunno...i was shitting myself to be honest...but i had the basket ball in my hand and word after word... came the argy bargy...you know kidy way...i call this older cuz and he will beat you up kinda kid studd... sort of arguements like who can say bigger and scarier shite...but after a few moments i lost it... i really did...i grabbed the ball and throw into the geezer face, and bang...his nose cracked...blood everywhere..i started punching him like some mad mother fucker. like muhamed fucking ali, he went down i was just beating him, everybody got back and they stopped fighting becoz of me and him...let s face it and im going to be honest,i do not really like violence, becoz my dad used to drink heavily and the alcohol turned him into a cunt i had to fight him to save my mum, my sister, my granma sometimes... even he thrown my grandad out of our house in the winter the tempreture was 10 below outside and the cunt locked his old man out wearing his Pjs... so he was a bastard on the piss and i was scared of violence, i was afraid of violence not becoz of the injuries or consequences, more like i dont want to turn into him myself you know what i mean...but after that fight i got a little bit too far...lost control over my fears...i knew i beat up an older kid, i knew becoz i just did it... i was mental..and i knew i can be a mental cunt anytime...feared no foe...
so my mum sent me to her side of the family to spend my summer holidays with my cuz and my mum s parents. it was in the very same town, but on the south east part of it..more like an old town with fucking country feeling by the cruising cows on the roads at 6 in the morning and 6 in the evening...my granny, my mum s aunt and my uncles houses where in a triangle ( Dad used to call it Bermuda Triangle after some weird stories and activities ) and in the middle there was our school with a huge Jesus memorial Crucifix.and mate let me tell you:the trouble just begun there...with the other kids...we were feared, we were chased, we were warned by the police...who cares when you are young ...you just a little rascal who doesnt give a fuck!
The Gang was ready, broke into places, stole what we could, ruined, killed scared anything and everything we could...we were the fucking gang of Klapka Street.
We wore soviet army jackets with huge nazi swastika on our shoulder...do not ask me why or it was our rebellion, it scared people...so we sprayed a huge fucking swastika up on my aunt brickwall opposite the school n Jesus...nobody touched it...they knew we did it..but everybody was scared of washing it down becoz if the police called you , easily could face inprisonment for it...yeah im talking about 87 the last few years of the commie regime in my country.
We both gone into the same school in the triangle...and there was an old commie agent living next to it she was selling corn on the cobs, popcorns, apples, sweets for the kids..but my great granma who supposed to look after us and control us was an old nazi party member, who told us the people secrets around who what did during the war, the revolution in 56s etc...we attacked them, we terrorized them, we did everything to ruin their lifes and turn into hell...so she didnt controlled us, she just poured more petrol on fire with her stories. we did fight against those people and she just carried on singing her war songs with a big grin on her face.
That how i was growning up.robbing the school in summer holiday, terrorizing people on the streets in their homes for the riddim of the old war songs.... And there was my grandad, my dad s dad...and his family were absolutly against any political parties but he was a joker...he took the piss out of anybody in no minute... so he never looked at the soviet jacket with the swastika in sucha bad ways as any other adult did, nope...he looked at us, smiled laughed, and said: You All Look Like Adolf Hitler`s Kids..bang he did touched us with these words...we were over the moon. we were the bad boys we were cool...Adolf Hitler was bad, that s what everybody told us, teachers, the regime the adults..and we were like his fucking kids...that was something else, something cool....he was a funny bloke , i mean my grandad....not the cuntish hitler...my gran always made jokes and took the mickey out of anything everything or anybody...so he was another good influence in my childhood. he was a rascal himself... :)
The gangs of kids, we organized bottles against each others...fuck yeah we fought with chestnuts...yeah but we thrown the whole thing on one another...with the green spikey sharp cover shite on em chestnuts..fucking painful im telling you...we had our "bunker" to hide...we had our weapons air rifles, knives, slingshots...the uniforms...the army jackets with the swastikas, iron crosses, bands patches on em everything had to be extreme and wild... skeletons, skulls, death, war...ira, eta uda slogans, free palestine mottos anything shocking...what we bad thing saw in telly on the news them gone on the jackets first thing next day morning. it was fucking briliant...we were between 8-11 years old kids...it was briliant. Teachers,the police, the old commie party members called us fascists and blamed my great granny for everything,my grandad who telling us the tricks and his ideas to make fun at people... but what the fuck to do with a dead sneak pinned up on the school door at the first day back from summer holiday and being fascist? Specially not with a gyppo in the gang who actually looked like Eddy Murphy ( later on he joined our skinhead gang but got violeted buy racist skinheads and gypsies for his skinhead look and ways...).we were fucking kids for god s sake.we didnt organize demos, revolutions, riots not at all...we broke into schools, corner shops, old pensioners houses, and just left chaos behind us.

Skinhead mix

it s in wav and i used old records too but it s all about skinheads from 69 to 09...enjoy it!
http://www.mediafire.com/?zwnzuyoznzy

here is a mix...i called this hungarian kick off becoz i used my hungarian friends` tunes in the beggining...hm..i hope you guys will enjoy it:
http://www.mediafire.com/?jyfdnywtq5q

Skinheadnek lenni, divatbol, lazadasbol vagy csak a csorda szellem

( Sorry im working on the english version...it s coming soon or later... )
Skinhead, mit is jelent ez a szo, hat nem fogom elkezdeni most magyarazni mert annyi fele fajta valtozata van, stilusa, politikailag annyi fele csoport valja magat skinheadnek, hogy nem akarok elkezdeni egy ujabb vitat, vagy nem akarok vitat szitani. Sot ellenkezoleg. Mindenfele szobeszed es pletykakat akarok elkerulni, es oszinten le irni, hogy en hogy kerultem kapcsolatba a skinhead mozgalommal es hogy jutottam el onmagamig, hogy jutottam el ahoz a szemelyhez aki ma vagyok. Ez egy eleg hosszu beiras lesz es szerintem sot valoszinu, hogy tobb epizodban fogom postazni ide. De ugy erzem ezzel tartozom a barataimnak, azoknak akik ismernek, vagy azoknak akik nem ismernek szemelyesen, csak hallomasbol, na mar most kezdek bele bonyolodni.

Eleg fiatalon elkezdtem belebonyolodni a helyi kisvarosi underground eletbe, ez leginkabb az unokatestveremnek koszonheto, mert o mozgott ezekkel a helyi arcokkal. Akkoriban nem tudtam kik ezek, huliganok, sopredeknek es meg ki tudja miknek hivtak a felnottek ezeket a sracokat. Voltak ok vegyesen, skinheadek, punkok, metalosok egyutt ebben a kisvarosban, a kirekesztett fiatalsag osszetartott.
Talan 8 eves voltam mikor egy helyi srac aki akkoriban koltozott haza Nemetorszagbol beallitott nagymamamhoz, egy basszusgitarral es egy rakat magyar es kulfoldi zenekart rejto kazettaval.
A srac martens bakancsot viselt, felhajtott szaru farival, nadragtartot, bomber dzsekit, es rovid hajat.
Az unokatesomhoz jott volna, de O nem volt otthon se nagyimnal ezert ram hagyta a basszusgitart es a kazikat.
Mondanom sem kellett a latvany a stilusa sracnak azonnal megfogott, fokent mivel ugy jart ment az utcan vegig mintha o uralna az egesz varost. Mindenki felre allt kitert az utjabol, dohanyzott, hangosan nevetett az emberek felhaborodasan, egyszoval vagany volt.

Rohantam fel a emeleti szobaba es elkezdtem hallgatni a zeneket, mikozben szemugyre vettem a basszusgitart.
A magnoban felcsendultek a brit oi punk zenekarok notai, a 4 skins, sex pistols, clash, aztan jott egy kazetta amire Punks And Skins felirat volt vesve, igenyesen elkeszitett, kezzel keszult borito es a zene uristen...zajos, uvoltes, a mosoi, oi kor, a cpg, agydaganat,Amd,88as csoport stb, a nagy regi magyar skinhead es punk bandak notai voltak ezen megtalalhatoak. Emlekszem a gitaron oriasi felirat diszelget: Fekete Lyuk.
Itt kezdodott igy kezdodott nalam.
8 evesen, ekkor fedeztem fel masik ket sracot a varosban akik mar elhatarolodtak a tobbi iranyzatoktol, ok csak is skinheadekkel mozogtak, repulos dzseki farmer, martens bakancs rovid haj, de a kiallas, a tartasuk...hm, ok is vaganyak voltak, de ok voltak a helyi elit.
Kozben elkezdtem az unokatesom haverjaival logni...jott a helyi punk banda a Rotten Flowers iskolai rendezvenyen az Agydaganat Tanito Neni c. notajaval oriasi felhaborodast keltve, akkor lattam eletemben eloszor pogozo skinheadeket, punkokat es egyaltalan pogot. Osszejartunk, szervezkedtunk, betortunk az iskolaba nyari szunetben, horogkeresztet festettunk a falakra, megalapitottuk a fiatal ujfasisztak partjat...kicsereltuk a magyar zaszlot majus elsejen sarlo kalapacsos voroslobogora stb.
mindezt miert?
mert szar volt gyereknek lenni a 80as evekben, szar volt lazadonak lenni, mikozben azt sem tudtuk, hogy mirol szol ez az egesz, szorol szora terjedtek nalunk a dolgok, azt tudtuk, hogy a tanarok rosszak, a rendszer nem engedi a zenekarokat, nincsen semmi az orszagban csak nagy hallgatas mert, aki ki nyitja a szajat azt elviszi a rendszer, arra ki hivjak a rendoroket...az egyetlen ut volt, hogy vagany legyel, ha skinheadnek punknak allj, 1988 volt ekkoriban, jottek a hirek a skinheadekrol a cigany veresekrol, hogy a skinheadek a punkok ilyenek olyanok...hat mi is ilyenek es olyanok akartunk lenni. Emlekszem apamat vittuk fel Budapestre ferihegyre repult kulfoldre dolgozni es ott eletemben eloszor lattam skinheadeket, igazi vagany nagy sracokat, hm kesobbi eszemmel jottem ra, ohgy valoszinu a Pannon Skins tagjai varhattak a repteren valakire...az egyenruhanak szamito bakancs, farmer bomber dzseki kopasz fej...es a kiallas, az hogy mindenki fel toluk, hogy mintha ok lennenek es ok is voltak a meno sracok!
12 eves lettem es egy ket haverommal mi is elkezdtuk a skinheadeskedest, amit akkoriban tudtunk az a kinezet, az oi zene, es, hogy utalunk mindenkit, komcsikat, ciganyokat, rendoroket, tanarokat...mindenkit aki ellenseg lehet...faszt se tudtunk hallodtunk az angol 1960as evekbeli borfeju mozgalomrol akkoriban. A hirek tele voltak a langolo zsinagogakkal, a cigany, bevandorlo veresekkel, az oi korral, a fejborrel, a skrewdriverrel storkraft-tal ( apam nemetorszagbol hozta nekem az ujsagokat, zeneket, stb. )
...belekeveredtem en is mindenbe ahogy kellett, egri skinhead talalkozok, miep ifjusagi tagozat, majd MNSZ MNA de kb 16 eves lehettem mire ez a politikailag tulhajszolt magyar skinhead mozgalombol elkezdett elegem lenni...nem tudom miert...sokat olvastam, tortenelmet, filozofiat hitlertol marxon at az anarchistakig...majd valahogy kezembe kerult egy regi ujsag amit edesapam hozott nemetorszagbol es benne volt egy 4 oldalas cikk a nemet skinheadekrol...anti rasszista skinheadekrol...hu na volt itt kerem szepen nagy csodalkozas...a cikk elso feleben leirtak a skinhead mozgalom stilus tortenetet a 60as evektol a 90es evekig...es a fotok a kepek, ugyanazok a borfejuek, de a stilus, es az egesz eredeti tradicionalis vonal es az anti rasszizmus megfogott. Mindig is imadtam oregebb idosebb arcokkal beszelgetni es osszekuszalodott bennem minden, elkezdtem nehany regi baratommal idosebb haverokkal beszelgetni es rajottem, hogy 16-17 evesen isten igazabol azt se tudom mit beszelek mit akarok, csak belekeveredtem mindenbe amire azt hittem ez a meno ez a vaganysag, politikai mozgalmakba vettem reszt ( ja ebben lehet dedmamam nyilas hozza allasa es elbeszelesei is segitettek ) de mit is akarok en? En skinhead akartam lenni, vagany gyerek, de a politikai szarsag nelkul...nem akartam 17 evesen az orszag sorsarol beszelgetni esteket at, forradalmakat tervezni mert elvegre egy gyerek voltam aki lazadni akart, aki talalt egy stilust egy mozgalmat amihez tartozni akart, amiben reszt akart venni, de nem akartam rendorsegre jarni, nem akartam tobb iskolabol politikai indittatasbol kirugva masik iskola utan maszkalni...szoval elkezdtunk a regi haverokkal akik mind bele untak ebbe a politikailagegyre jobban szelsosegesse valo skinhead mozgalomba, punkoskodni. en kozben egyre tobb skinhead cikket ujsagot gyujtottem ossze az eredeti skinheadekrol, majd tiszafuredi haverommal es a battya haverjaival valo talalkozas utan elhataroztam, hogy igen, en skinhead vagyok, az voltam es csak is az lehetek. basssza meg a politikat mindenki...igy kezdtuk el megalakitani a magyar anti rasszista skinhead mozgalmat a magyar SHARP-t, es igy kezdtem el osszeollozni a Skinbomb nevre hallgato fanzinet is. A lenyege ennek az ujsagnak leginkabb a figyelem felkeltes volt, soha nem voltam egy jo fogalmazo igy nem lett az ujsagbol magazin barmennyire is szerettem volna, inkabb egy figyelem felkelto sokszor demagogiaba torkolo anti rasszista skinhead punk ujsag volt ez.sok mindent maskeppen csinalnek a multamban hat ez igaz az ujsagra is. Tobbek kozott nekem mindig is nagy vagyam volt, hogy valamilyen szinten elerjem es megtudjam a korai magyar skinhead mozgalom kialakulasanak indokat, tortenetet es hogy ezekkel az oregebb magyar arcokkal elfogadtassuk magunkat es kozosen egy osszetarto skinhead szinteret hozzunk letre valamilyen szinten.A mai napig ezt tartanam nagyon fontosnak, nem szabad elengedni es elnezni a politikai mozgalmak behatasok felett, es nem lenne szabad engedni, hogy a szelsoseges politikai hatasok vezessek a skinhead mozgalmat, de nem tudunk mit tenni mar, viszont fontosabbnak tartok egy egyseges barati szinten mukodo szinteret mozgalmat ettol..es ez lenne a fontos, a zene a skinhead stilus szeretete a kiallas a harcias lazado magatartas meg van mindanyiunkban, az ,hogy most valaki apolitikus, anti rasszista, vagy hazafias borfeju nem szamit, a lenyeg az lenne, hogy ne engedjuk az extremistakat, hogy atvegyek a skinhead stilus felett a vezeto szerepet. Es nem is akarok bele menni itt most politikai kerdesekbe, mindenkinek meg vannak a sajat velemenye a dolgokrol a lenyeg, hogy ne azert legyel skinhead mert neonaci vagy komcsi eszmeiseget valsz, hanem mert ez a vilag legjobb stilusa, ifjusagi divatja, ami buszkeseget ad onmagad, osztalyod csaladod hazad fele...nezz ra egy 1960as evekbeli skinheadre, egy 80as evekbeli Oi Skinre, egy NS kopaszra vagy redskinre...mindenki latja a hasonlosagot ,de a hasonlosag kozott meg kevesebben veszik eszre es ertik meg a kulonbsegeket, pedig ez lenne a lenyeg...mert a kopasz naci punk es a jol oltozott tradicionalis skinhead kozott sokkal tobb a kulonbseg mint a hasonlosag..

Szoval en a 14 eves szelsosegesen politikus borfejubol igy lettem 30 evesen egy tradicionalis skinhead iranyzatot koveto szinesboru feleseggel elo srac...nem erdekel a politika, az eletem erdekel, a barataim a szorakozas, a jo letem, nem fogok eljarni szavazni, es nem azert mert a rothado kapitalizmust akarom rondba donteni, vagy mert hatalmat atvevo forradalmat akarok elokesziteni nem...hanem mert en egy egyszeru munkas osztaly beli skinhead vagyok akinek tok mindegy, hogy barack obama vagy le pen lesz az orszaga elen, mindig is dolgoznia kellesz, harcolnia kellesz vagy meg kell majd doglenie azokert akik oda fent ulnek, szoval a stressz es az agyalas helyett inkabb elvezem az eletem...es szerintem Te is tedd azt! koszi!

Mr Frank The Hat On The Laurel Aitken Memorial Tour

another extra date added on the 12th of December 2009 in Streatham`s Greyhound Pub
so guys see ya there!

My Sound

Here is 2 older mixes of mine i uploaded on podomatic.com

the first one is about football:
http://mrfrankthehat.podomatic.com/player/web/2009-09-02T16_36_40-07_00

the second is about the modern ska:
http://mrfrankthehat.podOmatic.com/entry/2009-08-07T07_45_57-07_00

enjoy em!

Mr Frank The Hat

My name is Frank originally from Hungary but im living in London, England now and a cuppa months ago i started to work on my own sound system or i would say i start playing with my records and mix them up together. My idea was that i will use the new bands records tunes, songs what is really rare in the skinhead reggae and ska dj business. Most of the people in this scene is playing old 60-70 records and it s so cool, i really appriciate their works, i really proud of them. but to be honest, these djs these sound system do not give a toss about the new generations of the jamaican ska family. You go and try to catch a song in an allniter after 75 and i pay your drinks all nite long becoz it s impossible, these people dont play the new bands songs, so here i come on stage....i do not wanna be another old 60s reggae ska Dj, i do not wanna be a Dj at all, i wanna be a selecter who goes on stage and plays the new bands, to show to introduce them from all over the world to them people. And i think we skinheads are all living in the spirit of 69 but we do not see the picture from the old frame...actually today when i started this blog the calendar shows : 25.10.2009 we are 40 years after 1969 so let s go and live in the present...let s go and give a chance to the new generations of the jamaican Ska and enjoy ourselves without looking traveling and living in the past!
Thanks alot and hope you are going to enjoy my little mixes.
God bless Ya All!

Mr Frank The Hat