Metal Memories, Part 3

Posted on 1:17 PM by Rob


Today's post is courtesy of a Ginker who shall not be named for reasons that will become obvious when reading, though I am certain the statute of limitations on teen indiscretion has long since passed.


"...we went to see Ozzy & Metallica (we saw Cliff!!!) at Nassau Coliseum - via limo - brian a. and brian h. also went - it was brian h. who paid for the tickets & car service - not quite a limo - but we were 14 & 15 smoking pot in the car driven by an off duty cop..."

Short and sweet. Thanks.

An OG for the documentary

Posted on 8:17 AM by Rob


I was walking through downtown Keyport some months back and overheard someone with a raspy and lilting voice talk in rapid-fire staccato about how Judas Priest was the greatest band in the world and how when he was young, he once gave his left testicle for a chance to hear them play live. I finished my iced tea and approached this man. He was taller than average, full-bodied in a way that you would imagine Grover Cleveland or Walt Whitman as being. With dark silver long hair, a wispy beard and a corn cob pipe, he looked me up and down. I uttered a few broken phrases regarding metal and documentaries and he shook my hand. It was large. He was in.

Scott was the first subject to be interviewed. His shoot lasted over 5 hours and was epic in terms of how quickly and how clearly he re-booted over 25 years of personal metal memories for the two cameras, "Metal girls are better in bed anyway." His only request that cold January afternoon, "The largest bottle of Mountain Dew available by law." Well played, Scott. Well played.
He imbibed his Dew and we all we were played a little metal tune that we shall never forget.

Another Metal Memory

Posted on 5:49 PM by Rob


This one is from Autumn:


"Racing bondo wagons (old cars halfway through a paintjob: Novas, Chevelles, Camaros) on the Parkway, blasting Judas Priest, and banging a U-ey...at the center Roy Rogers reststop (to avoid paying the toll) - aaahhh... free fun! I always enjoyed 'Manhunt' in the cemetery - crews of us would converge and 'team up', but most of us didn't want to be found - we were just glad to 'make-out' behind the gravestones (nice, romantic evening for a metal chick!) Also, cruising down Iago Road in the dark (turning off the car's lights) and looking for 'trolls' in the shadows - you had to be 'in the right mindset' (if you know what I mean).  Just wanted to share some fond memories...thanks to your site for reminding me of those fun times - ha!" Autumn

Thanks to you, Autumn for the story.

Meet the Rucksack Films Family

Posted on 12:38 PM by Rob






I would be remiss if I didn't dedicate at least one post to the crew of Rucksack Films. We formed a few years back when Matt Ziegler and Eric Mosher, both cameramen and tech masters, joined on to what was truly a ship in a storm.  Within those first 2 years, we saw several crew members fade into the horizon as we stayed strong and weathered some hurricanes together. Alex "Donut Grease" Burke joined on board as our resident den mother and make-up artist and was instantly absorbed into the family. With Bill "Sam Spade" Schlavis on sound engineering rounding out the core group, the Rucksack Films crew was finally ready to begin work in earnest.
 I also want to acknowledge the assistance of several people that have helped us over the last few years in so many ways...Emily Webster, Vince Carpio, Jennie Babos and Mike Pazian.
This photo was taken on-set and includes, from left to right: Alex Burke, Rob Thorp, Bill Schlavis, Matt Ziegler. Separate photo is of Eric Mosher.

Lair of the Ginkers

Posted on 9:17 AM by Rob


This past weekend a portion of the Rucksack crew braved heat and wild in order to capture more metal love on film.

With our two cameramen in tow, and our subject and Ginker anthropologist (picture, circa 84') John Matthews leading the way through bramble and thicket, we were able to arrive at several metal locations.
First, we trespassed on some exposed wetlands and found the now infamous, "Lair of the Ginkers." Replete with 'Metal Head' and 'Slayerville' tags made some 25 years ago, we uncovered  the old sewer drain wall art like Geraldo Rivera finding Al Capone's vault. We moved on to Frost Woods, named for the transcendental American Poet, and found our own communion with nature to be quite different. Upon entry to the forest, we were greeted by a used condom and a demolished bicycle placed neatly in the limbs of tree, perhaps a warning that metal harbingers were know to once roam freely under the cover of dense growth.
After the woods, we finally arrived at an old reservoir that was frequented in the 1980's by those burnouts and metal gods seeking a little protection from the summer sun and to distance themselves from the law as well. We quickly crossed some rusty train tracks that reminded us of the back Harlow road from Stand By Me and were no sooner ensconced within the dense  and wild grass and thorns of the Jersey swampland. We came across some satanic graffiti, a dead possum and a few more relics of note. However it was John's recollections of stolen bikes, leeches and fear that were the true gems of the day. Matt also regaled us with stories of diving into eel infested waters that fit nicely into the natural theme of the day.
Thanks to the Rucksack Films crew for braving the Jersey heat and to John for sticking his neck out at work in order to deliver the metal goods.

Metal Memories, Part 1

Posted on 7:46 AM by Rob


We get a lot of contact from metal lovers and other fans of the documentary. Some take the form of stories from the past. I will try and post 1 a week, unedited for grammar or spelling.


This is one such tale...Today's story comes to us from Glen.
"I was a long hair who went to East Brunswick Vo-Tech 86-90. The only times I heard the term ginker is when it was referred to a 1967-81 Camaro with primer spots and oversized tires in the back. Most of them had miss matched wheels from front to back. We called them "ginker Camaros." I would say 98% these cars were driven by dudes with mullets, maybe that was the connection..."

Thanks Glen, for the message. 

Welcome to the Ginker documentary

Posted on 4:56 PM by Rob

Born in the early 1980's from a mixture of 70's swagger and 80's punk attitude, the Ginker was truly an American archetype forged in the fiery suburbs of Jersey. With latchkey freedom and Jersey safety, the metal and burnout culture of the teenage years provided ample latitude for these young men and women to become the preeminent icons of defiance and hard rock culture. 


Most hailed from working class families newly arrived in the burbs from Bayonne, The Bronx, Jersey City, and beyond. Families looking for their edge of the American dream found it in the quiet jogging trails and soccer fields that existed throughout the various exits off of the Turnpike. With their sons and daughters provided with some relative safety and a measure of distance from their working parents who made the work commutes back to the cities they left, these families were creating the very breeding ground for teen rebellion; boredom and time.

As these kids grew to young adults with the haze of the 1970's drug culture still clinging to the air, they found arcades, all-night diners and schoolyards to be perfect places for secluded pot smoking, beer swilling, and acting out their newly created metal fantasies. For some, growing their hair long and donning leather and denim was an act of fashion rebellion, for others, it was the equivalent of Batman finding his suit hanging and ready; finally something that fit and fulfilled them. 

After finding themselves on the outsides of most circles, the Metal kid eventually became what most limenal dwellers became, mainstream. In the middle 80's with the popularization of MTV and video culture, some Metal music filtered into the airwaves and with bands like Metallica and Judas Priest regularly selling out concert halls, kids with long hair and leather vests were suddenly everywhere. 

And as hard as they fought for some respect, watered down acts created in corporate boardrooms selling metal light to teenage girls began to overtake the harder acts. Still more damage was done in the early 90's with the advent of grunge. 

These actions only pushed the true metal diehards further to the outside. And for years they remained there...like a hulking beast, awaiting a return to feed...

With the production of the Ginker's documentary, we set about to tell the metal story unvarnished and spoken to us as an oral history of a recently departed past. We found some metal lovers still actively courting fate with their unchanged lifestyle. Others, rehabilitated and living the normal life. We even managed to find a new generation of metalheads at times more dark and more rebellious than their counterparts, some 25 years removed. 

With our filming close to complete, we will track our progress here, covering festivals, production information, and other bits of metal mayhem. 

Stay tuned.