THE DISMEMBER
Years Playing 1982 - 1984
City: Started in Hastings, Moved to Lincoln
Members:
         Charles Lieurance - guitar, Vocals
         Jim Story - bass, Vocals
         ??? - Keyboards, Vocals
         ??? Howard- Drums
         Doug Marx -
Releases:
Members came from:
Members went to: The Black Dahlias

From Charles Lieurance: the Dismember was a Hastings band I started with a friend of mine, Jim Story. We ran Rabbit Records (a punk/indie store) together. We ran it...into the fucking ground. We were sort of a cross between X, Flipper and Gang of Four (we covered "He'd Send in the Army". It was me on guitar & Vocals, Jim on bass, guitar and Vocals, his girlfriend (who worked at Dirt Cheap when we moved the band to Lincoln), whose name I can't remember on Keyboards & Vocals, and this really cool guy who drove a white Cadillac convertible on drums. Can't for the life of me remember his name either, although I'm pretty sure his last name was Howard. For awhile Doug Marx (great artist and old flame of Diane Cornelius and Sara Kovanda) joined us and we mostly got drunk and got into real physical violence with frat boys at Hastings College. We played some hardcore fests in the midwest with bands like The Sacred Cows (which became Island of Misfit Toys, sorta). Our only Lincoln show was at Larry Boehmer's (Zoo Bar's founder) short-lived rock venue, Larry's Showcase. We're on a compilation of Nebraska hardcore bands somewhere, doing a song called "Let's Put Ronnie on a Coin" and someone told me that we were on a California hardcore comp (this Howard guy moved to LA and started a few hardcore bands, one of which was on the great Live from the Eastern Front record, and he gave a live tape of us to some art damaged hardcore bands in Cali), doing a song called "I Shit Gold."

We were around on & off (Story was a very serious Sociology major and finally moved away to teach in VERY dangerous inner city schools) from 1982-84. Story was hospitalized after a beating he received from some frat boys at one of our basement shows. He was a big fucker too, for a Sociology student that is. The creeps broke two of my ribs the same night but I just laid around and moaned in my apartment in Hastings until they sort of healed. My girlfriend at the time, Lisa Norwood, kept insisting on sucking my dick because we were so cool getting beat up by frat boys for our punk ideals & even though it caused my ribs immeasurable pain, I let her do it repeatedly. After that, I got into as many fights as possible just to keep those blow jobs coming (as it were...)