Mattyluv Guestbook

my friend showed this to me. matty isn't involved but it is still pretty rad.

http://home1.gte.net/addzine/hicky.html

Does anyone have the infamous Hickey @ Hap's show (the one with the tabasco) in mp3 format? could you post it? my tape wore the fuck out. High Matty! Miss you!

matty:

Nice job on the site, Todd.
My contact with Matty was limited to some shows we played with the Fuckboyz and later, with Hickey, and some parties. Oh yeah, and Aaron talking about him for 10 years! Seemed like a cool guy. But the art he made was just fucking ridiculously brilliant. He was a punk rock Andy Kaufman. He could play a crowd like nobody I have ever seen. He was simply the BEST live performer on the planet.
And that's the thing with Hickey. We all loved our local bands, but let's face it, most of them sucked. Hickey didn't. They could hold their own amongst any band on earth. Aesop and Matty were the geniuses of our generation. They will be studied in years to come. The last punk band, really.
So long, Matty.

Loved and Missed

I will never ever forget matty.
I miss having conversations with him at the door of mission records, I miss matty.when I heard the bad news I was really sad, matty had a lot of talent and when he died I was totally sad off my ass. about a week before he died I remember him smoking a cigeratte at the door of mission records, we talked about the bands that were going to play, and at that time I was just thinking to myself... this band is great, that band is great, but the greatest band of all... was hickey. I feel really bad I didn't attend the memorial in Dolores Park, matty meant so much to me and as a person I really feel he influnced my life. not just my life but the countless lives of many people who loved him and knew he was a great person. Now when I go to punk shows at mission records I just think...why isn't matty here to collect my five bucks? damn I only have two bucks but I know i will be able to go into a show..matty would always let me in, even still I get in but I try to pay the full five bucks just for matty, and just because being broke isn't half as bad as being dead. I love you matty and you will always have a place in my heart.

This poem is for you...
you smoked me out
you made me shout
when I was 13
I discoverd punk as a teen
the punk rock shows
with you at the door
now I feel sad
even more than before
you were an awsome person
with a personality like gold
but it was lost
in your intence drowning hold
I'll miss you forever
now I sit and cry
for you matty luv
because I know you didn't die
in the hearts of many who knew you
in the souls of whom you saw
in the face of a cheap 40
sharing beer hurah
I'm gonna miss you matty
and forever will you be here
at mission records
at punk rock shows
when I'm drinking cheap beer
when i'm drunk off my ass
when I'm smoking grass
you'll always be here with me
when I go to shows
when I pink my nose
you spirit will always be with me
I love you

eric

if there is a god he's a mean prick!
never met matty luv.
never seen hickey, fuckboyz, yogurt, miami, etc.
but, ever since i heard the song "foodstamps and drink tickets" i knew i had to hear more. what a songwriter.
every story i've read here and in probe, and elsewhere, makes it obvious that he was a good freind to many, a true artist, a rock 'n' roll god, an activist, a prankster, and an all around cool guy.
wish he was here.

and here is a fancy picture of aesop, i know the regular thing of it is on this site, but this is different, i saw this at some site too...cant recall where though again

I found this flyer on some website quite a while ago and i cant remember where but i didnt see it on this site so i figured id put it here

HICKEY is the greatest band ever to exist, my favorite band since i was sixteen. then on this fine thanksgiving i find that my hero matty luv has OD'd! fuck! it's so sad to lose another genius to fucking heroin...

My first encounter with Matty was at Denny's in Pleasanton, after a show at Hap's. He wandered off to the gas station next door and returned with a bottle of water that he "forgot" to pay for. Figuring the town police would be looking for him, he disguised himself by removing his hat, which he gave to me. It's embarassing now to think about how happy I was to take that dumb thing back to Arcata with me. He later had no recollection of me or the night, but he was sure happy to see his hat again.
The last time I saw Matty was last summer at Kimo's. Handsome with short hair and a clean shirt, I didn't recognize him until he told me who he was. He bore little resemblance to the "bad Picasso" I had met at Denny's and later became friends with in San Francisco. He gave me a big hug and said he still thought it was one of the coolest things ever that I got fired for insubordination from my job as a newspaper reporter in the mid-90s. He had been pleased about it at the time, but seeing him looking at me all happy and proud after so many years made it just about the best compliment I've ever received. Even then, because I rarely saw him, I missed Matty's sense of humor and magic. He was one of my favorite people.

whitey wants some tots

I just found out about Matty by accident, I was surfing the net and came across a mention about his death.
I had the good fortune of actually not only having Matty as a band mate, but as a friend. I was in the F-Boyz (that's what the band was called before they decided to just stick with FuckBoyz)
for 2 years after Aesop moved to S.F. to attend art school, and I was still in the band when we moved to S.F.
Matty always made made laugh and smile with his quick wit and humor, and always impressed me with his amazing skill in song-writing. He was never short on words or ideas. I admired his talent as a songwriter and musician.
I spent the entire weekend watching the countless hours of live performances on video that I have and the numberous recordings, demos, etc, that I have saved from when I was in the band, reflecting and remembering Matty. I must've watched the video that was filmed during our cross-country drive to S.F. back in 1989 about 10 times...and seeing what a funny, witty, talented guy Matty really was. I regretfully never kept in touch with Matty after I moved back to Miami, but I always wondered what he was up to, I even tried contacting him a couple of times to see how he was doing but to no avail. I never got a chance to tell him how much I admired him as a songwriter, and as a person.
I vividly recall the very first time Matty ever tried heroine, it was at his then-girlfriend's house, and seaweed and Scotty were there also. I remember seeing them try it, the effect it had on them, and I recall Matty saying a couple of days later how weird he felt and he was glad he tried it, but would probably never do it again. I keep thinking about that day...but I guess life is ironic sometimes. It's funny how much you can miss someone no matter how much time passes without seeing or speaking to them.
I will always remember the time I spent in the band with Matty, being his roommate, etc., and will always cherish those memories. I am glad I still have all those videos, and seeing how happy Matty was, I hope he continued to be a happy person.
I have posted an mp3.com page with a couple of songs from when I was in the band..I will be posting some more songs and demo recordings as time passes, in memory of Matty and his talent.The link is http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/344/f-boyz.html
I will miss Matty...

matty luv the no-headed pigeon in a better place where little birdies are safe, far the fuck away from the broken glass and the cocaine.

yeah.....well i never met the fellow he never played a show in my podunk town he never realy said much i didnt already know.society sucks and people treat you like shit.life is cheap but living is expensive.yeah i know........thanks for screaming that for me!thats what means alot to me....i'm a voiceless moron matty belched out the smiple frustration of a voiceless drunken depressed smartassed mildly happy confused poor sometimes completely right sometimes completely wrong HUMAN and knowing the diffence maybe...death is the biggest bitch of them all.fuck.i cant begin to tell you faceless jackasses how many hours me and my friends have gotten blasted fucked up screaming along with the fuckboyz or hickey...i hope that matty sees that shit history present and future.....alot of people have been moved by a man they never met thats sad and incredibly beutiful

hickey played my friend ray's house in god knows when... late 90's, im sure. i couldnt have been more than 18. he lived on the edge of the water in mission bay, san diego, where people practiced windsurfing. the band dubbed it the "destroy all windsurfers tour", and ray's mom made us all quesadillas and we played jeapordy on the snes.

im saddened to find this website.

If you really loved me
you would’ve killed me long ago
and buried my bones in mom’s backyard
right below your window so I’d never be alone
and when the clod winds blow,
you’ll be the only one to know
I’m the green grass that lies under the snow
& there wont be school tomorrow
Is much too late
To be saved by goofy escapades
aint no amount of aid
could correct this mess we’ve made
we can run, but we can’t run away
you can dig your own grave
crawl in it and wait
in a couple of days I’ll be by to
cover you up w/the earth that you hate so much
food stamps and drink tickets
Are all that’s left for me.
.......
what more needs to be said?

There are so many stories I could tell since first meeting Hickey. One of the Matty stories that comes to mind is when they were playing somewhere in Fairfield, Ca or near there. I was in the van with them, and I believe we got kind of lost. Anyways, we ended up by Great Jones Ave. which we thought was pretty funny. It was even funnier when we passed a bar with a big neon sign that said HICKEY'S. Matty and I decided we needed to drink there. So we went in and ordered a couple of drinks. It was a neat little bar. As Matty and I were sitting there, we listened to this one guy telling a story to two other patrons. It involved him either beating up someone with or getting beat up with a 2x4. Matty and I just kept giggling and agreeing this was the best bar ever. Shit like that happened when you hung out with Hickey.

Well we've all lost on this bargain. I took him into my house, talked to him, played basketball with him, was inspired and amazed by him. This is some sad news, man. Matty and the rest of his scene were a big part of a very important time in my life, at least his death can't take that away. Thanks for what you gave me, I won't forget.

i'm 99.9% positive matty couldn't stand me, probably cuz i was obsessed with him. i was under the hickey spell big time & thought he was the greatest fucking man i'd ever met. he was so funny & so smart & i liked him alot. i'm really sorry to hear this news!