In 2001 I was unemployed. I left my last job and was depressed. I got into the music business because I was such a fan of music and had no musical talent. I was just really good at listening and liked to share music with people. A&R was my way of doing just that as a job, but beyond a mixtape turning friends into bands already out, I could now “discover” artists that hadn’t broken through and I could work with to take it beyond a mixtape… take it to the world.
But after 10 years of living my dream job, it started to make hate music… so after my last job, I walked away when my contract was over. I thought it was over. At that time in Los Angeles, there was a need for teachers and there was an opportunity to take a test and by passing it, you would be granted an emergency teacher credential… I loved teaching, so dove into that… it had been over 10 years since I had been in school or thought of any of the things that would appear on a test for teaching. I ended up enrolling in a class that was given on weekends at California State College. It was a 6 week class and I’d drive over every Saturday to dive into my next career. I would drive in silence. I used to drive listening to music. But at this point, nothing sounded good. Silence was magic. At the end of the course, I took the exam and passed. I got my credential and signed up for substitute opportunities… I would call in ever morning at 7am
And see if there was a place for me. Some weeks I’d work 5 days, some weeks maybe once. The service I worked with only did private schools and I was available for Kindergarten through 12th grade. The service also took a chunk of the pay out, so a full week paycheck was not a very livable wage. Especially coming from the music industry. I was lucky that over the years I was doing well, I never lived beyond my means and put away money for situations just like this. The saved money helped cover what the job was shorting me on financial responsibility.
It was a rewarding gig and I loved it. Again, It wasn’t making ends meet, which really increased my admiration of teachers and all educators. What was a bonus is that I would drive to my assignment and started listening to music again. I was enjoying it like I used to. Would make a mix cd and just be back to what I loved. This was a huge breakthrough as everything I had listened to up to that sounded like white noise. I couldn’t tell if anything was good anymore.
The other thing that happened over that time was I wanted to go see shows again. That had been something I did on the regular since I was 13 in NYC, but lost the desire. But much like not wanting to run into the parents of the kids at school drop off, I didn’t want to go to shows and run into friends that were still at it. I didn’t want to have to answer “what are you doing”… which is the 1st question asked in LA. Status is everything.
Going to Chain Reaction was the same as teaching. A room full of innocent, happy people in a community away from parents and living and creating an identity for themselves. That was the bands as much as the audience.
Chain Reaction was a packed room from doors to the ending. No alcohol, just a candy stand, walls lined with t-shirts of bands that played there, $10 tickets (or less) for a night of fun and community. And a room full of kids singing every word of every song… bands whose names you never heard, but they sure as hell did and were committed to this new scene. Well, new to me.
This was 2001. In September of that year, the world would change. Innocence would be lost and a refuge for escapism would become the Emo Scene… there were no major label Industry people within 5 miles of it and it was beautiful.
Jon was doing just fine.. putting on shows, hoping to be a stepping stone for so many of these amazing bands coming through. He made Chain Reaction the venue that would welcome and host bands that weren’t big enough for LA and guaranteed a place for kids to go. A always loved the email address for Chain Reaction was www.allages.com … you couldn’t describe the club any better. Bands loved playing there, it was a built in audience. People came for the community and for the scene. You couldn’t buy what was happening there.
Going to see bands and meeting Chad, I started listening to the recordings The Militia Group was putting out. Noise Rachet, Rufio and The Beautiful Mistake, who I would end up managing and am still very close to. Chad is not only a visionary, but he’s one of the kindest people out there (see a pattern at Chain?)… too nice for what the business can do to you. I remember him being legitimately “honored” that I would take his call or talk to him about his label and the business. I was less of a big wig and more of a Farmer Ted. I would give advice, they were doing better than anyone could in that scene, since they lived it, but when it came outside of their bubble, they were deer in headlights. I remember they didn’t have a lawyer and I hooked them up with my pal Doug Mark, who was the attorney for Epitaph. If anyone would know how to work with an indie, it was Doug. I also made an introduction and got the wheels in motion for The Militia Group to get a distribution deal with Sony. I still was unemployed and loving it.
My last trip to Chain was last year when (another band I managed) Further Seems Forever played a show. It was the same parking lot, the same (some updated) t-shirts, a bar now vs candy bar, but the same vibe, just new faces in the moment of community and music. Seeing Jason Gleason 20 years later in the same space was beautiful and took me back to the feeling I had back all those years ago. Music is about taking you back to a time, a feeling that will never happen again, so is a venue like Chain Reaction.
Anyway, 2002 Chain Reaction was the Orange County 1977 version of CBGB’s. I could write for days about the people I met there, saw there, what it did for bands, what it did for fans… but reading its closing on December 18th is the end of an era… I hope there is another place out there making a safe space for music and kids to grow and discover, to build their independent foundation of the person they will become through the influence, memories, friends and impact a venue can have.
I think about those days very fondly and am thankful of Corrie, Jon, Kevin, Chad, Jason, Jorma and so many others for bringing me life again at a time that the business had slowly been poisoning me… Chain Reaction. You are a legend. Salute.




































