Jack Pearadin and Doug Nelsen found a 1.73-carat diamond after nearly a year of searching the park's field.
In the late ‘80s, a punk rock scene began to grow out of an art space on the corner of 7th Street and Chester in downtown Little Rock, Arkansas. It switched hands and names, from Urbi et Orbi to DMZ to Nemesis, then Mandrake’s before Henry bought the place, built a pizzeria and named it Vino’s.
Most people outside of Little Rock won’t recognize most names within this issue, but the names are not very significant. What matters is the connection that was made between teenagers all over the city who found each other at the only “alternative” space Little Rock had at the time. I believe that’s what we all truly crave - a common bond. Something to grab onto and call our own.
This bond that was formed on that corner has stuck and what was once a scene is now something much deeper and more meaningful. To me, punk rock has always been about building something and the greatest structure erected from it has been the friendships we’ve made, and continue to make. It was built from the ground up. Fletcher Clement booked the shows, Colette Tucker hung the flyers, Mitchell Crisp designed the t-shirts and record covers and John Pugh published fanzines. James Brady, Andy Conrad and Colin Brooks played in the bands. Dozens of others did their part, from working in copy shops to taking out the trash at the end of the night.
I endured several years with Stacy Hurst as my city councilperson. I was not important…