ou’re gonna get it!” Gene Louis front man for California rock band Bullets
and Octane yells, as he walks out of the back door of the State Theatre in
downtown St. Petersburg, FL, it would be easy to assume that Louis has lost
his mind considering that it appears that he talking to a closed door, he nods
and Octane yells, as he walks out of the back door of the State Theatre in
downtown St. Petersburg, FL, it would be easy to assume that Louis has lost
his mind considering that it appears that he talking to a closed door, he nods
and acknowledges me standing in what little shade of that the back alley behind the
Theatre provides. As he lights up another smoke, he looks back to the door which he
finally realizes is closed. “Where’d the fuck he go?” Just as Louis goes to open the
door, “No you’re going to fucking get it!” exclaims a short wirery framed 20
something kid says sporting a pink fanned Mohawk as he jumps through the back
door of the State Theatre. This man is Jeremy Miller Louis’ partner in crime, Just
another good ole’ Missouri boy that grew up with Louis. Miller and Louis go way
back, back to St. Louis, before Bullets and Octane. Back when Louis was still playing
Dixie land jazz percussion with his dad. Way before Louis even
got his first tattoo something that he appears to be running
out of room for on his body. “I remember when everyone
used to call him punk rock Gene.” Miller
laughs. “You remember that?” Miller
asks Brent Clawson bassist for
Bullets and Octane. Clawson is a
man of very few words, he
just nods it appears that
Miller’s enthusiasm is just
too much for Clawson .
“When we were like 14,
15 Gene had this
leather jacket with all
kinds of shit pinned
to it, bells, patches,
whatever he
found.” That was
of course when
Gene was all
of 5 feet tall,
Theatre provides. As he lights up another smoke, he looks back to the door which he
finally realizes is closed. “Where’d the fuck he go?” Just as Louis goes to open the
door, “No you’re going to fucking get it!” exclaims a short wirery framed 20
something kid says sporting a pink fanned Mohawk as he jumps through the back
door of the State Theatre. This man is Jeremy Miller Louis’ partner in crime, Just
another good ole’ Missouri boy that grew up with Louis. Miller and Louis go way
back, back to St. Louis, before Bullets and Octane. Back when Louis was still playing
Dixie land jazz percussion with his dad. Way before Louis even
got his first tattoo something that he appears to be running
out of room for on his body. “I remember when everyone
used to call him punk rock Gene.” Miller
laughs. “You remember that?” Miller
asks Brent Clawson bassist for
Bullets and Octane. Clawson is a
man of very few words, he
just nods it appears that
Miller’s enthusiasm is just
too much for Clawson .
“When we were like 14,
15 Gene had this
leather jacket with all
kinds of shit pinned
to it, bells, patches,
whatever he
found.” That was
of course when
Gene was all
of 5 feet tall,
