Black Flag Drinking and Driving

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Director: Randall Jahnson. Producer: Becka Boss. Camera: Cris Lombardi. Editor: Phil Hopper.
Shot in early 1986 at various LA-area locations.
Vocalist Henry Rollins was the only member of Black Flag's '86 line-up (guitarist Greg Ginn, bassist Kira Roessler, drummer Bill Stevenson, and Rollins) who wanted to be in the video.
From the director:
Like in the minutemen's 'This Ain't No Picnic,' we again integrated film we shot with existing footage (this time of crash-test dummies) in order to keep the overall cost down.
We started the day shooting at an auto wrecking yard in Irwindale. I gave Rollins a sledge hammer (which I still have) and told him to have fun. He was a tattooed kid in a candy store.
At twilight we moved to a new housing tract being built in Upland. We set up in a cul-de-sac of homes in various states of construction. Of course someone called the cops. I convinced the officer who showed that we were from UCLA and shooting a student film. He was suspicious that I didn't have any ID proving this, but left without hassling us further. We got two shots off before our portable generator died. We were then forced to use available light sources - road flares and headlights.
When we moved to the hills behind town, things started to get weird.
After shooting for about 45 minutes, we discovered a car laying on its back just a few yards from our location. We hadn't noticed it because everything was so dark. It was a recent wreck, possibly within the last few hours. I asked everyone to take a look around the immediate area to make sure there was no one hurt or dead Fortunately, we didn't find anyone.
We were just starting to roll again when several drunks showed up and began harassing us. Annoyed, Rollins grew more and more belligerent. He kept asking me if he could go over and beat the shit out of them. I was reminded of a snarling Rotweiler straining against a leash.
Then the drunks noticed the wrecked car in the shadows and began ransacking it. At that point we moved to another location about a half-mile further up the mountain. We got a few more shots with Rollins in the hellish glow of a road flare when we heard a muffled explosion. We looked down the mountainside and saw the wrecked car engulfed in flames and the drunks tearing away.
Time to bail. I would've had a hard time convincing the cops we had nothing to do with the fire - especially with highly-flammable flares and a character like Rollins in our midst. We threw the gear into our vehicles and drove out the only way we could - right by the burning car. Rollins was with me in my Mustang (the one in the video) when we passed it. He was rocking up and down in the passenger seat, howling with delight. Fire engines blew by us as we raced for the nearest freeway onramp.
Next time I saw Rollins he said that night was the most fun he'd ever had.
MTV turned down the video. They thought it was a pro-drinking and driving statement. Amusing, given that Rollins was militantly straight-edge.