Bouncing Souls H4TH
words by Jon Coen for Beachcruiser Magazine | photos courtesy of Mike McLaughlin
Those Bouncing Souls are some creative brothers.
Guess they have to be. They’ve been around for like 23 years. And the past several, they’ve been rocking four-night residency “Home for the Holidays” shows at the legendary Stone Pony in Asbury Park. In punk rock terms, that can get repetitive real quick.
So, how do you keep things fresh?
They find a way.
This year was a “Home for the Holidays” that no one will soon be forgetting, primarily from the bastard late 2010 nor’easter that halted everything in its snowy wake. Not only was the December 26th show canned, but three days later, folks were still stranded in their Asbury homes and hotel rooms.
“My wife Shanti and I were staying at the Berkeley (Oceanfront Hotel) so we had a really good view of Asbury from the 7th floor. It was just a snowfield. There were five and six-foot drifts. Every day we would wake up and think ‘the plows will be here any minute.’ But nothing was moving,” recalls frontman, Greg Attonito.
There were about 100 people stranded in various hotels during the snowstorm, with 50 who had traveled to Asbury for the event, all stranded in the Berkeley. They wound up having a three-day blizzard party with an acoustic show in the ballroom.
Manager/den mother Kate Hiltz, who was affectionately known that week as the “Blizzard Wizard,” had to make the tough announcement that Home for the Holidays was off. Fortunately, she was able to reschedule the “Snowout Blowout” for February 9-12 (some four snowstorms later.)
Every year, the Souls pull out all the stops to recreate a dysfunctional New Jersey holiday gathering, which has grown from terrible sweaters, twisted Christmas cards, a brash mix of opening bands, and Santa in the pit, to a full schedule of films, Asbury Park Tours, and after parties.
If you grew up within any type of sub cultural context in New Jersey, chances are, a Souls song is an anthem for your life. While the boys are known in punk circles around the world, love for the band transcends that community in the Garden State. But after so many shows, a recent 20-year-anniversary, and all these Holiday fests, are folks going to still want to “Sing Along Forever?”
“If we just came out and played four standard shows, who’s gonna want to see that?” says axe man Pete Steinkopf.
For their most recent home state stint, the Souls kicked it up by playing their entire post-Green Ball Crew discography, tackling two albums per show in chronological order, for an exhausting four nights.
“It never really occurred to us that most Bouncing Souls fans’ experience with our music begins with listening to a record. They get to the end of a song and they’re ready to hear the song that follows it,” says bassist, Bryan Kienlen, “When we sequence the songs, there’s a lot of intent and creativity that goes into it. We put the songs in order to flow aesthetically so a desired affect is achieved. It never occurred to us, after all these years that people wanted to hear the songs in the order of the record. It had just never dawned on us and it was a total success.”
That meant learning a few songs that had never been played live as well as dusting off some gems that had last bounced off the walls of New Brunswick basements.
Last Wednesday, they cranked out 1994’s The Good, the Bad, and the Argyle, and 1996’s Maniacal Laughter, Thursday, they crushed 1997’s Self-Titled, and 99’s Hopeless Romantic. They lit up Friday night with 2001’s How I Spent my Summer Vacation, and ‘03’s Anchors Aweigh.
“Going back and relearning our whole catalog was interesting, and then to see people’s reactions on different nights to different records was great,” adds Steinkopf.
The evenings became heavyweight bouts with one album facing off against the other. Reminiscent of an old-time title fights at Asbury’s Convention Hall, featuring “Gentleman” Jim Norton announcing and a beautifully inked card girl. And Jersey’s undisputed champs refused to go down for four straight shows.
It’s really no stretch for the Souls to dig deep and pull out the creativity. They’ve been finding fun ways to promote the band themselves for two decades, from early house parties to the bio documentary to the more recent TV Spectacular.
On Saturday night, following the Landmines, a rare performance by Chris Wollard & the Ship Thieves, and a set by longtime members of the Souls family, the Loved Ones, the bell rang and the boys came out fighting with 2006’s The Gold Record. Starting with “The Gold Song,” they ripped through favs like “So Jersey” “Midnight Mile,” and “The Pizza Song” with help from various characters of the Bouncing Souls universe. Sure they missed a few punches and left chins exposed a few times, but it’s not like anyone paid to see the Rockettes at Radio City.
Round Two included the entirety of 2010’s Ghosts on the Boardwalk album that included “Gasoline,” and the title track, written for this favorite city-by-the-sea. They had completed 122-songs. But instead of staggering to their corner, to await decision, the Souls still had some fight left in them.
They brought out local roadie, Danny Wyndas, known as “Dubs,” to bang out the encore on Michael McDermott’s drums and they finished, appropriately, with “True Believers.”
The Bouncing Souls aren’t merely a band. They’re an institution here. Like the few original buildings of Asbury Park that survived the riots and redevelopment, like an outsized fighter with more heart than good sense, the Souls are still standing.
-Jon Coen

Jon Coen is a Jersey Shore freelance writer for several national magazines who contributes locally to The Sandpaper and Beachcruiser Magazine.