The Great Danzig Fridge Fiasco of 2025
One man's brave quest to photograph a refrigerator.
On Tuesday morning I was drinking coffee when my friend Hilary texted me a link to a Craigslist ad that said “Glen Danzig’s Refrigerator (w/ Misfits and Danzig’s stickers).” I did a spit take, grabbed my camera, got in my car, and raced down Franklin Ave. I caught a glimpse of my crazed face in the rear view mirror and I looked like Homer when he’s rushing to get to the free trampoline. Trampobaline!!!
I wasn’t going to take the fridge home with me, to be clear. I truly don’t know what I’d do with an old sticker-covered refrigerator which the neighbor who posted the ad made a point to note was “disgusting inside.” I just wanted to do two things.
Leave a copy of my People Standing In Front of Danzig’s House photo zine inside the freezer.
Take a photo of the fridge in front of the house for the forthcoming second volume of the aforementioned zine. I realize it’s not a person but once in a while I do find something weird out there like a single crutch or a pink mylar balloon. Everything looks so sad out there.
Eleven minutes after I got the text, I was sitting outside the house, disappointed. The fridge had already been claimed. All that was left was a refrigerator-shaped hole on the sidewalk to match the refrigerator-shaped hole in my heart. I really doubt a fan nabbed it though. The more likely scenario is that the city came and picked it up on trash collection day and it’s currently sitting in a landfill somewhere. I would love to know if the sanitation worker who hauled this disgusting thing off knew it once cooled the beverages of goth royalty.
I posted about my tragic loss online—”fucking RACED over there but alas as of 10:40 am PST it was gone”—and figured that was the end of that. Then the google alert for my name (yes I have one shut up) started popping off. All the music blogs had picked this up apparently. There was my dumb ass on Stereogum, BrooklynVegan, Consequence, Metal Injection, and Metal Sucks. I’d become an inadvertent unpaid gumshoe reporter for the Danzig house beat.
If I had to guess, I get the feeling Glenn is gearing up to try to sell the house again. That’s just a hunch. A hunch based on the fact that not a drop of work has been done on that house in a decade and then all of a sudden a fridge is getting thrown out?? Hmm suspicious.
In case you don’t recall, he put the place on the market in 2016 but I guess he was not getting his $1.2 million asking price and took it off. But in the nearly ten years since, the uninhabited house has gotten so much worse. It’s falling apart and being swallowed up by the earth. Literally, branches and roots are enveloping this thing. The real estate is in a coveted area so he could get a good price for the land, but the house itself probably needs to be knocked down at this point. Or drastically repaired and renovated. Both options are expensive.
Or, and hear me out, what if there was a third option in which Danzig sold the house to me for a discount and I turned it into a historical site that people could visit? Do I have the money for such a purchase? No, I do not. But if I sold enough copies of my Danzig house zine, perhaps that would be a fitting way to fund it. By my estimation, I would only need to sell another hmmm let’s see here… 150,000 or so copies. Seems totally doable.
THE SWEDISH CROSSOVER I NEVER REALIZED I NEEDED
Hey speaking of the Misfits, members of two of the greatest Swedish live bands of all time, the Hives and Refused, teamed up this week to play “Where Eagles Dare” at Refused’s final night in Stockholm. No idea what they’re saying between songs but this is so me coded I can’t even tell you.
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In case you missed it, I dropped my year-end list this week. Some music I liked this year, some books and albums I’m looking forward to next year, a wishlist of things I’d like to see happen in the future. I didn’t try very hard yet it somehow still took a long time.
Special shout out to this Hetta record I dropped in there. It channels the annoying brattiness (complimentary) of all the Justin Pearson/Three One G bands. Recommended if you wore studded belts and heckled the Locust back in the day.
NEW PODCAST EPISODE IS UP
If you’re traveling this holiday week and looking for something to listen to that will drown out the airline creatures, David and I dropped a new episode of No Disrespect. Talking about the Danzig fridge fiasco, year-end lists, and the current state of Spencer’s Gifts.
DISPATCHES FROM ROB ZOMBIE’S ART SHOW
Two of my favorite writer guys, David Roth and Luke O’Neil, teamed up this week, with Roth penning a reflection on Rob Zombie’s art show for Hell World:
It was initially surprising to me that I found it fairly easy to process the fact that Rob Zombie is 60 years old, and painting. There was never a public version of Rob Zombie that seemed young, exactly; the look he cultivated was closer to “previously dead” than anything traditionally youthful. There was too much stagecraft and artifice and makeup and hair involved in the version of Robert Cummings (that’s his name) that became famous to get an accurate reading re: when the very gnarly man howling at the center of all that strobing light and noise—a man who had very consciously styled himself like one of the feral desert weirdos from the 1977 version of The Hills Have Eyes—might have graduated from high school. You wouldn’t think to worry about how old that dreadlocked dead guy in a big weird hat is. You would be more concerned with how recklessly he is driving his overstated steampunk car.
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This is what I could decipher of the intro-- "the year was a unreasonable triumph, playing these songs again and we'll max it, offer a plus menu. one of the things we've done is to invite friends on stage with, we played with this band for the first time in 1994. and i'm going to say almost without a doubt, maybe sweden's best band. here's pelle almqvist"