Life on the road as seen through the eyes of Black Flag/Rollins Band roadie and Rollins confidante, Joe Cole. Tour journal documenting the final Black Flag tour and first Rollins Band tour.
Joe Cole was an American author, writer, actor and roadie for Black Flag, Hole and Rollins Band.
Cole and singer Henry Rollins were assaulted by armed robbers in December 1991 outside their shared Venice Beach, California home. Cole was killed outside the home after being shot in the face at close range while Rollins managed to escape while inside the home. The case remains unsolved.
Cole's father was actor Dennis Cole. Henry Rollins went on to include Cole's story in his spoken word performances.
Librarian’s note: There is more than one author in the Goodreads database with this name.
A little time on Planet Joe is enough. This tour diary of being in the road with Black Flag and then the Rollins band is repetitive and myopic, but then the author repeatedly tells us he’s not a good writer. He also repeatedly tells us about “scamming” girls, most of whom he comes too quickly to satisfy. Oh, and lots of fighting. There’s little insight considering how much LSD he takes, just a typical young man’s claustrophobic meanderings, swaying between feelings of grandeur and insecurity. What saves the book is that it’s short and, for me, a glimpse (albeit quick) of a period in music I hold nostalgically. Cole’s end is tragic, but even that kicker doesn’t resonate emotionally. Maybe it would if you knew him personally, which many did and apparently were better for it.
It's been a long time. You couldn't honestly call it good, as such. But still interesting to read, because of his role in the scene. He must have been a heck of a charming magnetic dude, to have so many people so devoted to him.
"Joe Cole is kind of a whiner (rich kid slumming it on tour with Black Flag) but reading his diary is illuminating because it puts to rest all rumors that Rollins is gay."
Joe Cole is kind of a whiner (rich kid slumming it on tour with Black Flag) but reading his diary is illuminating because it puts to rest all rumors that Rollins is gay.
teenagers who are obsessed with the hot topic brand of punk should read this book. that's who i was when i read this the first time, when i was sixteen.
It’s been a long time since I read a book that made me depressed, but Planet Joe did the trick.
Joe Cole kept a journal of his stint as a roadie for Black Flag’s last tour in 1986 and the Rollins Band’s first tour in 1987. Rollins published these diaries as Planet Joe after Cole was killed during a botched robbery in 1991. I read Get in the Van by Rollins earlier this year, and was struck by the narrow focus of Rollins’ diaries. I naively believed reading another voice would enlarge my impression of Black Flag’s last, longest, and ill-fated nationwide tour.
Unfortunately, Cole shares Rollins’ self-absorption and his nihilistic disregard of others. In entry after entry, Cole’s mood swings from excruciating self-deprecation to narcissistic self-regard. Basically, from “I am shit” to “I am God,” and I’m not exaggerating. Cole apparently suffered from undiagnosed depression that caused him to retreat into himself, which is a hard thing to do when you’re sharing a van with a dozen other people.
One of Cole’s outlets was LSD and holy shit did this kid take a lot of acid. Some of his accounts are extraordinary. For instance, can you imagine being pulled over by the police, not once but twice, while driving a truck loaded with gear over the Rocky Mountains while frying on acid? Well, you don’t have to because Joe Cole tells you all about it. Not surprisingly, some of Cole’s worst depressive episodes occurred after these acid trips when he was worn out, over-tired, and his serotonin all but spent.
I wanted to feel bad for the kid, but his honesty made that difficult. He was happiest when “scamming on” (Black Flag parlance for “hooking up with”) young women who came to the show in search of cheap thrills. Cole would frequently ejaculate prematurely and didn’t seem particularly interested in his partner’s pleasure, so even this pursuit of pleasure was painful to read.
Cole displays a knack for recording the names of the clubs the bands played in, but mostly he made the members of Black Flag seem even more unlikable than Rollins does in his diaries, which is really saying something. The only person who comes off as a sympathetic character is Dave Markey of the zine We Got Power and drummer for Painted Willie, who recorded the tour for his documentary, Reality 86’d.
Normally, I’d only recommend Planet Joe for Black Flag obsessives. But, like Get in the Van, there’s so much more to the story. Joe Cole and Henry Rollins were best of friends. They lived together in Venice Beach. Henry was with him when Cole was killed, a murder that remains unsolved. After his passing, Sonic Youth wrote songs about Cole. I’m not going to mention his famous father because fame doesn’t validate a life. It’s a real tragedy that Cole’s life was cut short, but it’s a shame the mark he made with Planet Joe is so bleak.
Decent quick read. There's a rawness and an energy to it that keep a reader going, to say nothing of the interest to serious Black Flag fans (though probably not the casual ones). There's enough of Cole's personality that a reader gets that he was probably an interesting person to be around. Though pretty much anybody who's gone through their mid-20s understands the recurring theme of trying to figure out what they're doing with their lives, Cole belabors the point considerably. Same with the difficulties of being a roadie. One can only hear how much it sucks so much before wondering why he continues doing it. Additionally, the casual homophobia and the consistent objectification of women is pretty troubling (it's hard to think of any woman in the book who he's not viewing as somebody to sleep with).
Been looking for a copy of this one for years, finally stumbled upon an affordable one online. Any Rollins fan knows how important Joe Cole was to him, so there’s a lot of weight that comes with reading this book, especially when you consider his tragic ending. This book features Cole’s tour diaries from the last Black Flag tour and the first Rollins Band tour; it’s definitely repetitive in parts—as I’m sure touring itself actually is—but it serves as a nice counterpoint to this same era that Rollins wrote about in Get in the Van (minus the Rollins DARKNESS of course). Long drives, loading in/out, LSD trips, scoring with girls (lots of premature ejaculation apparently 😂), etc.—this is a portrait of the artist as a young man struggling to find himself and his place in this world, Planet Joe.
This is the roadies point of view of a couple of the same tours that Rollins wrote about in "Get In The Van". It's interesting to get a viewpoint apart from Rollins, but it's really more of the same.
“The first thing you got to do is beat the grind; it’ll kill you. Then you go from there.”
Anecdotes from the ‘86 Black Flag and ‘87 Rollins Band tours. Some of the stuff was totally hilarious and I couldn’t stop laughing: a show that Black Flag played with Venom, being followed by Park Rangers at Carlsbad Caverns, Ratman playing “Paranoid” over the PA so no one in the audience could hear the last song from a crap opening band.
Joe Cole's tour diaries combine the cosmic with the mundane as he chronicles his experiences as a road crew member for Black Flag and then the Rollins Band. His depictions of the daily routine of a touring band provides great insight into a life in the van. This book also provides a counterpoint to Rollins' "Get in the Van" which includes his journal entries from the 1986 Black Flag tour.
One of my absolute favorites, Cole isn't a great writer -- but then, he was writing a diary, for himself, not a book. Hysterical and vivid in the way that being brash and angry at the world can be when you're in your early 20s.
An interesting read for fans of Black Flag/Rollins. That said, if I kept a diary where I frequently referenced prematurely ejaculating I would consider it a solid if my best friend either didn't publish it (after my murder) or edited those details out :)