I agree. this one has always stood out. Brad and the boys are perfect here. Lou and the SUBLIME tattoo tie it all together. The cover of Crazy Fool is at this show too. Probably my favorite Sublime moment.
Actually they had a ton of amazing live shows. Unfortunately there was not much video coverage back then. Thankfully this show really embodies what most of their shows were like.
3:27 he pulls off that screw-up perfectly lol, he just goes with the flow no matter what when grooving R.I.P. Bradley James Nowell, I'm so sad that I'm never gonna get the chance to meet you
How did I miss this release.. I cherish all this footage with every inch of my heart. ❤ And I'm sure the amazing Jacob does in such a deep way..I wish I had that.. for my father to
This is so tight. I think this was when he cleaned up for a little bit. You can tell just by how good they are all playing. They had such amazing potential. Could of done so much for music. It really fuckin sucks it does.
bmillerdrums I agree, but you can tell he's stoned when he's playing the rarities version, not saying he sucks but as a stoner musician you can just tell lol
Unfortunately I never saw sublime with Bradley but I did see with Rome in Raleigh...it was jammin, plus I got Eric's bass string here threw out in the crowd..... still wasnt Bradley, but still sublime...r.i.p bradley
Dane Calderon This is an old article from Thrasher Magazine. Enjoy ;) I MET BRADLEY NOWELL at the University of California at Santa Cruz in January of 1988. We were both part of a group sociology project assigned to survey the student population for class. This was during skateboarding’s Alva era, when I had long dreadlocks down to the middle of my back. Brad was a huge dancehall reggae fan, and I pretty much wanted to be Bob Marley, so it was only natural that we would strike up a friendship. During the course of our research I was introduced to another famous character, Brad’s 4-track recorder. Brad and I were both aspiring musicians so he invited me over to record a song. The song I chose I’d written while living at home in Ojai, CA, the summer before college. It was called “Celebration,” and the lyrics, admittedly cliché, were an appeal for people to rise up and unify through music; so Santa Cruz. To my credit the song had a catchy turnaround, and Brad made the simple chord progression his muse. The next day Brad called me on the phone and told me he’d re-recorded my song. He said he’d changed it around a bit and he’d written new lyrics, and-the capper-he’d used my name in the song. He assured me that the song was not about me and he’d actually changed the spelling of my name so people wouldn’t get confused. Honestly, I was pretty much offended and a bit weirded out. I mean, first off, he had basically stolen my song. Secondly, he used my name! Then when he started telling me some of the lyrics, I was downright alarmed. There was the part about joining the CIA and the KKK and smoking crack, which, although standard issue UCSC liberal paranoia for the time, was less than flattering. Then there was the “you’ve changed” bit, which in punk rock terms is basically calling someone a sell-out. Finally, the clincher of all clinchers-the guy called me (or Ebin) a Nazi. Hold the fucking presses! I’m Jewish for God’s sake. While my reaction was less than positive, I was more perplexed than anything. I agreed to meet Brad and at least hear the recorded song in full. Upon listening I was struck more than anything by the fact that this guy could sing. He had a beautiful voice-somewhat effeminate, but in a good way, a trait shared by many reggae artists of that era. It was a bit syrupy for my taste at the time, but recognizably good in a pop kind of way. To be completely honest, I was somewhat jealous. Here was this guy taking some serious liberties-and he actually sounded good doing it. Not fair. Why did he have it and I didn’t? I was the guy with dreads; I should sound like that. So I pretty much pushed the entire incident out of my mind. I MET BRADLEY NOWELL at the University of California at Santa Cruz in January of 1988. We were both part of a group sociology project assigned to survey the student population for class. This was during skateboarding’s Alva era, when I had long dreadlocks down to the middle of my back. Brad was a huge dancehall reggae fan, and I pretty much wanted to be Bob Marley, so it was only natural that we would strike up a friendship. During the course of our research I was introduced to another famous character, Brad’s 4-track recorder. Brad and I were both aspiring musicians so he invited me over to record a song. The song I chose I’d written while living at home in Ojai, CA, the summer before college. It was called “Celebration,” and the lyrics, admittedly cliché, were an appeal for people to rise up and unify through music; so Santa Cruz. To my credit the song had a catchy turnaround, and Brad made the simple chord progression his muse. The next day Brad called me on the phone and told me he’d re-recorded my song. He said he’d changed it around a bit and he’d written new lyrics, and-the capper-he’d used my name in the song. He assured me that the song was not about me and he’d actually changed the spelling of my name so people wouldn’t get confused. Honestly, I was pretty much offended and a bit weirded out. I mean, first off, he had basically stolen my song. Secondly, he used my name! Then when he started telling me some of the lyrics, I was downright alarmed. There was the part about joining the CIA and the KKK and smoking crack, which, although standard issue UCSC liberal paranoia for the time, was less than flattering. Then there was the “you’ve changed” bit, which in punk rock terms is basically calling someone a sell-out. Finally, the clincher of all clinchers-the guy called me (or Ebin) a Nazi. Hold the fucking presses! I’m Jewish for God’s sake. While my reaction was less than positive, I was more perplexed than anything. I agreed to meet Brad and at least hear the recorded song in full. Upon listening I was struck more than anything by the fact that this guy could sing. He had a beautiful voice-somewhat effeminate, but in a good way, a trait shared by many reggae artists of that era. It was a bit syrupy for my taste at the time, but recognizably good in a pop kind of way. To be completely honest, I was somewhat jealous. Here was this guy taking some serious liberties-and he actually sounded good doing it. Not fair. Why did he have it and I didn’t? I was the guy with dreads; I should sound like that. So I pretty much pushed the entire incident out of my mind. sublime PQ1 750px Fast-forward a year or so and I received a letter at my mom’s house in Ojai. Brad had tracked down my address from his ex-girlfriend who was still enrolled at UCSC. The letter informed me that Brad had formed a band called Sublime and he wanted permission to record “Ebin” as their first single. At the time I was in a band of my own called Stranger Than Fiction, and we were performing “Celebration," my version of the song. I figured Brad had about a hamster’s chance in hell of going anywhere with the tune, and I never even wrote him back. But I did keep the letter just in case. I stored it in a special box where I kept my old ticket stubs and love letters from past girlfriends. After a few years I decided it was too nancy to keep a letter from a dude with my sentimental keepsakes, and I threw it away. In 1994 I was working in the ad department at Thrasher and SLAP. One day I spoke to a girl who was struck by my name. It was the name of a song by her favorite group, Sublime, she said. She had a bunch of copies of 40 Oz To Freedom and offered to send me one. I listened to “Ebin” but made no connection. The words were weird and somewhat insulting, but I thought it was funny how they repeated my name over and over… A while passed and one day Brian Brannon, Thrasher’s former music editor, dropped a promo single of “Ebin” on my desk. Skunk Records had sent it to him in anticipation of Sublime’s upcoming major label release. When I got home I listened to the track. I was stoned in my room when I realized, “Man, that hook sounds so familiar. Where have I heard this? Oh Shit! Is this that song? That guy Brad, from school? Could it be?” I rushed over and found the album since the single didn’t even have a sleeve. I looked at the pictures. “Is it? Is that Brad?” I checked the liner notes. “Bradley,” close enough. “Wow! This is my song. Right, Sublime, now I remember. Weird… That’s cool.” When I went back to work I called Skunk Records. They thought it was funny that my name was Eben, and I was like, “Yeah, I’m Ebin. Well, I’m not Ebin, but that’s my song. I went to school with Brad at UCSC.” If they were skeptical they didn’t show it and even agreed to tell Brad I said “what up.” They also sent me some swag, and said the next time Sublime played SF they’d hook me up with passes and facilitate a reunion. When I got the box I was stoked. Included was a copy of "Robbin’ the Hood" as well as a T-shirt with a Tabasco logo bite that I really liked. They also sent me some stickers with “Sublime” written in old English Vato writing that reminded me of the punk rock scene growing up in Oxnard and Ventura. I started listening more closely to my Sublime CDs and developing a true appreciation for the music. I even started to like the song “Ebin.” The thought of seeking compensation for co-writing the song did occur, but seemed like more hassle than it was worth. I resigned myself to the fact that Brad took my song and made it cool. He made it much better than I ever did. I’m grateful for that. Brad’s gift as a songwriter was in his ability to fuse disparate styles and blend them into something new. To be a piece of that puzzle is a huge honor and puts a smile on my face. I never did have that reunion with Brad. On May 25th, 1996, he died of a heroin overdose in a San Francisco hotel room. To Brad’s family, I send my condolences. To those that miss him and were touched by his music, I say we are so lucky. To Bradley James Nowell, I want to say thank you.
Why is it that good music always has few views, go to sone stupid mainstream music and millions of views, wtf has the world come to,don't people know good music when they see,obviously not
amanda clark lol,you havnt looked hard enough,my bros band just played a gig on the west side @ my homies squader pad, Punk mainly is what these guys play but I've been practicing a lot of sublime songs while TRYIN to sing em
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This was 1000% their best live show. Anyone there should feel very very blessed.
I agree. this one has always stood out. Brad and the boys are perfect here. Lou and the SUBLIME tattoo tie it all together. The cover of Crazy Fool is at this show too. Probably my favorite Sublime moment.
Actually they had a ton of amazing live shows. Unfortunately there was not much video coverage back then.
Thankfully this show really embodies what most of their shows were like.
Yes
@@stephenwilliams1346 There's ton of video coverage. It's just usually in the hands of the nowell family or collectors.
Nah Dominguez Hills is where it's at.
God, Brad just jams out in this song, that solo kills me everytime
i love how the dog comes at the minute 2:22 only for shake his ass while Brad plays that fricking damn solo
Pretty sure he was scratching himself with his back leg but yeah let's pretend Lou dog was groovin.
@@BrownBear636 Lou Dog was surely groovin. How many dogs can remain calm in front of a PA. rip lou n brad
Rock, reggae, punk, ska...etc., all done with wisdom and insight, incredible! Sublime truly was sublime.
don't forget surf rock! Geniuses.
My son, Evan, loves this song. He is 10 months old. He jams to it :) I think he thinks they are saying Evan.
Does your son still like the song? 😂
RIP Bradley ...... thank you for the killer jams in the short period you were here 🤙🏼
Sublime is the best band that should have taken over the world! RIP Bradley!
this bass line by Eric... one of the bests I've ever heard
Real musician and greatest front man of all time..people who know music know how great brad was🤙
3:27 he pulls off that screw-up perfectly lol, he just goes with the flow no matter what when grooving
R.I.P. Bradley James Nowell, I'm so sad that I'm never gonna get the chance to meet you
HAHA Lou Dog is waving his tail to the music
Bradley such raw talent, songwriter, vocals, guitarist!
i love this song so much. rip brad
The bass on this song goes so hard
Phenomenal. Wish I was able to see them live!
Lou dog was so cute
So underrated man these guys are the best for any mood. And now that I'm sober i appreciate it even more.
How did I miss this release.. I cherish all this footage with every inch of my heart. ❤ And I'm sure the amazing Jacob does in such a deep way..I wish I had that.. for my father to
This is so tight. I think this was when he cleaned up for a little bit. You can tell just by how good they are all playing. They had such amazing potential. Could of done so much for music. It really fuckin sucks it does.
bmillerdrums I agree, but you can tell he's stoned when he's playing the rarities version, not saying he sucks but as a stoner musician you can just tell lol
Mack Nugent how do you notice? And the rariest song versions, do you know if they were recorded in a bad studio or were they recorded live?
@@macknugent7261 he never stopped smoking weed I believe, but he was free from Heroin around this time I believe.
@@LatinaCreamQueen stoned in the past has been applied to heroin too
he started sing Romeo with that “hey hey hey pick it up pick it up”
Nugget Chicken it's a ska thing my dude
haa
I love how the dog is there just chillin
Thats lou dog he was the 4th member lol
@@swifthartless - sad he passed away in 2000
Lou dog actually went deaf bc of the loud music on the stage.
Lou DAWG
@@davidabest7195 September 17, 2001. 🙏🏻🐕☁️⛅
Is & always will be 1 of my absolute favorite bands. Rest in peace, Brad.
the absolute guitar genius of that solo is so under-appreciated its insane. He is one of the greats
This song is so dope!
They were on top of their shit during this concert
So cool. Hup-hup-hup-hup-hup-hup. Shine on Bradley!
The 1 band I can listen to every song and love em all and I'll never be able to see them live
There's always Rome. But honestly I don't like him too much
Love how I was named after this song
Named my son Ebin for the 13th Warrior (movie) but always liked this song. Cool name
Unfortunately I never saw sublime with Bradley but I did see with Rome in Raleigh...it was jammin, plus I got Eric's bass string here threw out in the crowd..... still wasnt Bradley, but still sublime...r.i.p bradley
Amazingly wonderful. ♥u Sublime. Awsome and thank u for the upload
MY NAME IS EBIN
Ebin Jose Mathew Are you a nazi?
Ebin Jose Mathew 😂
Oh you changed...
Nazi
@@galleryofrogues no man, to be fair I will be the guy smoking the goodi in the concentration camp.
What a voice!!!
We absolutely love this Band❤
Gawd Damn! That was amazing!
This song is so timeless
Surprised this only has 64k views,Some people just don't know music.LONG BEACH CITY ALL DAY
355k ... still some people just don’t know music
got to love it.........
what a band!!!!
beautiful
I never usually comment on stuff, but brad and the band nailed it here 100%
Brad killed it
What I wouldn’t give to have seen him live
Wish I could have seen them live! Still lovin Sublime in 2023!!
Best version live
Awesomeness
Lou dog is just jammin to the rhythm
Best version
Q triste nunca haberlos visto en vivo. Q buena banda
ebin :DD
Genius.
love
Respect.
So ebin, i love it :)
Rip brad Nowell
Still relevant
simply ebin
ebin :-DD
This song is about the friend that took the fall and changed when he got out
Every time I go on Facebook lately, I think about this song.
Dane Calderon This is an old article from Thrasher Magazine.
Enjoy ;)
I MET BRADLEY NOWELL at the University of California at Santa Cruz in January of 1988. We were both part of a group sociology project assigned to survey the student population for class. This was during skateboarding’s Alva era, when I had long dreadlocks down to the middle of my back. Brad was a huge dancehall reggae fan, and I pretty much wanted to be Bob Marley, so it was only natural that we would strike up a friendship.
During the course of our research I was introduced to another famous character, Brad’s 4-track recorder. Brad and I were both aspiring musicians so he invited me over to record a song. The song I chose I’d written while living at home in Ojai, CA, the summer before college. It was called “Celebration,” and the lyrics, admittedly cliché, were an appeal for people to rise up and unify through music; so Santa Cruz.
To my credit the song had a catchy turnaround, and Brad made the simple chord progression his muse. The next day Brad called me on the phone and told me he’d re-recorded my song. He said he’d changed it around a bit and he’d written new lyrics, and-the capper-he’d used my name in the song. He assured me that the song was not about me and he’d actually changed the spelling of my name so people wouldn’t get confused. Honestly, I was pretty much offended and a bit weirded out. I mean, first off, he had basically stolen my song. Secondly, he used my name! Then when he started telling me some of the lyrics, I was downright alarmed. There was the part about joining the CIA and the KKK and smoking crack, which, although standard issue UCSC liberal paranoia for the time, was less than flattering. Then there was the “you’ve changed” bit, which in punk rock terms is basically calling someone a sell-out. Finally, the clincher of all clinchers-the guy called me (or Ebin) a Nazi. Hold the fucking presses! I’m Jewish for God’s sake.
While my reaction was less than positive, I was more perplexed than anything. I agreed to meet Brad and at least hear the recorded song in full. Upon listening I was struck more than anything by the fact that this guy could sing. He had a beautiful voice-somewhat effeminate, but in a good way, a trait shared by many reggae artists of that era. It was a bit syrupy for my taste at the time, but recognizably good in a pop kind of way. To be completely honest, I was somewhat jealous. Here was this guy taking some serious liberties-and he actually sounded good doing it. Not fair. Why did he have it and I didn’t? I was the guy with dreads; I should sound like that. So I pretty much pushed the entire incident out of my mind.
I MET BRADLEY NOWELL at the University of California at Santa Cruz in January of 1988. We were both part of a group sociology project assigned to survey the student population for class. This was during skateboarding’s Alva era, when I had long dreadlocks down to the middle of my back. Brad was a huge dancehall reggae fan, and I pretty much wanted to be Bob Marley, so it was only natural that we would strike up a friendship.
During the course of our research I was introduced to another famous character, Brad’s 4-track recorder. Brad and I were both aspiring musicians so he invited me over to record a song. The song I chose I’d written while living at home in Ojai, CA, the summer before college. It was called “Celebration,” and the lyrics, admittedly cliché, were an appeal for people to rise up and unify through music; so Santa Cruz.
To my credit the song had a catchy turnaround, and Brad made the simple chord progression his muse. The next day Brad called me on the phone and told me he’d re-recorded my song. He said he’d changed it around a bit and he’d written new lyrics, and-the capper-he’d used my name in the song. He assured me that the song was not about me and he’d actually changed the spelling of my name so people wouldn’t get confused. Honestly, I was pretty much offended and a bit weirded out. I mean, first off, he had basically stolen my song. Secondly, he used my name! Then when he started telling me some of the lyrics, I was downright alarmed. There was the part about joining the CIA and the KKK and smoking crack, which, although standard issue UCSC liberal paranoia for the time, was less than flattering. Then there was the “you’ve changed” bit, which in punk rock terms is basically calling someone a sell-out. Finally, the clincher of all clinchers-the guy called me (or Ebin) a Nazi. Hold the fucking presses! I’m Jewish for God’s sake.
While my reaction was less than positive, I was more perplexed than anything. I agreed to meet Brad and at least hear the recorded song in full. Upon listening I was struck more than anything by the fact that this guy could sing. He had a beautiful voice-somewhat effeminate, but in a good way, a trait shared by many reggae artists of that era. It was a bit syrupy for my taste at the time, but recognizably good in a pop kind of way. To be completely honest, I was somewhat jealous. Here was this guy taking some serious liberties-and he actually sounded good doing it. Not fair. Why did he have it and I didn’t? I was the guy with dreads; I should sound like that. So I pretty much pushed the entire incident out of my mind.
sublime PQ1 750px
Fast-forward a year or so and I received a letter at my mom’s house in Ojai. Brad had tracked down my address from his ex-girlfriend who was still enrolled at UCSC. The letter informed me that Brad had formed a band called Sublime and he wanted permission to record “Ebin” as their first single. At the time I was in a band of my own called Stranger Than Fiction, and we were performing “Celebration," my version of the song. I figured Brad had about a hamster’s chance in hell of going anywhere with the tune, and I never even wrote him back. But I did keep the letter just in case. I stored it in a special box where I kept my old ticket stubs and love letters from past girlfriends. After a few years I decided it was too nancy to keep a letter from a dude with my sentimental keepsakes, and I threw it away.
In 1994 I was working in the ad department at Thrasher and SLAP. One day I spoke to a girl who was struck by my name. It was the name of a song by her favorite group, Sublime, she said. She had a bunch of copies of 40 Oz To Freedom and offered to send me one. I listened to “Ebin” but made no connection. The words were weird and somewhat insulting, but I thought it was funny how they repeated my name over and over…
A while passed and one day Brian Brannon, Thrasher’s former music editor, dropped a promo single of “Ebin” on my desk. Skunk Records had sent it to him in anticipation of Sublime’s upcoming major label release. When I got home I listened to the track. I was stoned in my room when I realized, “Man, that hook sounds so familiar. Where have I heard this? Oh Shit! Is this that song? That guy Brad, from school? Could it be?”
I rushed over and found the album since the single didn’t even have a sleeve. I looked at the pictures. “Is it? Is that Brad?” I checked the liner notes. “Bradley,” close enough. “Wow! This is my song. Right, Sublime, now I remember. Weird… That’s cool.”
When I went back to work I called Skunk Records. They thought it was funny that my name was Eben, and I was like, “Yeah, I’m Ebin. Well, I’m not Ebin, but that’s my song. I went to school with Brad at UCSC.”
If they were skeptical they didn’t show it and even agreed to tell Brad I said “what up.” They also sent me some swag, and said the next time Sublime played SF they’d hook me up with passes and facilitate a reunion.
When I got the box I was stoked. Included was a copy of "Robbin’ the Hood" as well as a T-shirt with a Tabasco logo bite that I really liked. They also sent me some stickers with “Sublime” written in old English Vato writing that reminded me of the punk rock scene growing up in Oxnard and Ventura. I started listening more closely to my Sublime CDs and developing a true appreciation for the music. I even started to like the song “Ebin.”
The thought of seeking compensation for co-writing the song did occur, but seemed like more hassle than it was worth. I resigned myself to the fact that Brad took my song and made it cool. He made it much better than I ever did. I’m grateful for that. Brad’s gift as a songwriter was in his ability to fuse disparate styles and blend them into something new. To be a piece of that puzzle is a huge honor and puts a smile on my face.
I never did have that reunion with Brad. On May 25th, 1996, he died of a heroin overdose in a San Francisco hotel room. To Brad’s family, I send my condolences. To those that miss him and were touched by his music, I say we are so lucky. To Bradley James Nowell, I want to say thank you.
LickMyGlass Holy Shit. That's cool.
ebin
damn that was such a gnarly solo
Nice👌
FUG :D EBIN :D
ebin, simply ebin :DDD
+Fettah Ozan Kaya THIS IS TOO EBIN :---DDDD
:^)
ebin :DDDD
The live version is so much better 🔥👍🏽
Ebin means epic win in Finland. Ebin perkele :-DDD
Really?
+Chris Ramirez Well its a way to say that
god bless ebin Finland home of Spürdo :--DDDDD
i knew i was special!
❤
He can play the guitar like fucking riot
Eric is so badass
HOLY FUCK
what a nice soundboard rec
I wish I was my age around this time I Wasint born yet :( love sublime tho
Benis X---DDD
"Ebin" means "Epic [win]" in Finnish.
EBIN! :-DDD
This Is Sublime
woooooooooowwww haha nice !!!
spürdo sprölölö ebin :DDDD
Bradly had the ultimate dad bod before dad bods were hot. 🔥🥰
How does this only have 20k views?
I want to have a kid and name (him) EBIN , ayyyyy
my parents did
One of the few times you see Eric without sunglasses on
My middle name was named after this song and I’m glad it was
Bro my it’s my first name
Ebin juttu Mage :DDDDD
This is the official music vid for ebin,live at the palace clip,these guys were epic on this show.
RIP BRAD
Ei viddu mage :----DDDD
Ihan sairaan ebin kasoispisteviivaviivadeedee
God I wish Bradley was still with us :(
Thank god for the internet!
My name is Ebin
Special appearance, Lou the Dog! :3
Why is it that good music always has few views, go to sone stupid mainstream music and millions of views, wtf has the world come to,don't people know good music when they see,obviously not
Bradley never said like us on facebook.... defining music of my generation. id rather we keep it this way.
mikeylike290 to be fair facebook did not exist back then.
Andrew Donis why can't people like the music they want
2:21
this is a f* masterpice
FUG :-DDD EBIN X--DDDDDDD
a man and his dog 😄
Ebin xDDDD
Sickkkkkkk as fuckkk
INDEED IT IS, YOU CAN EXPECT MORE TALENT LIKE THIS COMING FROM LONG BEACH IN THE NEAR FUTURE,WE GOT GOOD BANDS PLAYIN AT INDOOR AND OUTDOOR SHOWS
tell me more im form longbeach and cant find any music scene out here lol
amanda clark what part of long beach? I used to go to Carrillo high,
amanda clark lol,you havnt looked hard enough,my bros band just played a gig on the west side @ my homies squader pad, Punk mainly is what these guys play but I've been practicing a lot of sublime songs while TRYIN to sing em
+amanda clark what's good with it thorough,you never replied lol,Wanna address for an upcoming gig this friday?It's in Compton though lol
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
gotta love Lou Dog twerking to the solo! hahaha
My name is ebin
Siick as fuck