Social Distortion — Hidden Gems from the B-Side (Week 30)

Reach for the Sky 🎶 Far Behind

Back around 2oO4, my baby sister met this guy. He was a punk rock skateboarder dude, not my sister’s normal type. His name was Tony. We became good friends. He hung out with guys in bands. On the weekends I would jam with them all. Tony turned me onto this next band, Mike Ness and the boys, aka Social Distortion, or Social D as their fans call them.

I had heard of them. I was familiar with two of their songs and I liked them, but I had no idea the depth of their music, and little did I know they would become my favorite.

Mike Ness is special. He founded the band in 1978 in Fullerton, California, Orange County, just outside of LA. Their early stuff was just raw rebellious punk rock, but they evolved into something unique. They are a mix of punk, country, rock, and blues, almost like a rockabilly type sound, very melodic but gritty. Mike writes great songs, lyrically and musically.

They are still going strong today, just put out a new record. They are true to themselves, the music, the fans. Mike and the boys are all heart. This is what I love about them. I think it’s why I connect like I do.

I have been deeply influenced by them. Tony died in a motorcycle accident a few years after I met him. I’m reminded of him often as I strum and sing their songs.

Here’s two good ones to start you off…

Reach for the Sky — 2oO4, Sex, Love and Rock ’n’ Roll 🎶

Far Behind — 2oO7, Greatest Hits 🎶

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Midnight Guitars

No Curfew in Sight…

It was the summer of 1995…
I was 21…
going through much…
trying to figure life out…

I’d just moved in with a guy I worked with…
only been there a few weeks…
it was the weekend…
I’d been out late hanging with my friends…

when I finally came home…
I headed down the hall toward my bedroom…

As I got closer…
I could hear a guitar playing…
a girl singing…
the sound was coming from my room…

I was like wth!?…

I opened my door…

There on my bed…
a black-haired girl I had never seen before…
strumming my guitar…
singing…
completely lost in it…
like she owned the night…
no curfew in sight…

she wasn’t wearing any clothes…
my brain just blue-screened…

I was frozen…
my tongue super stuck…

she looks at me…
with friendly eyes…
smiles and says Hey

“your roommate said it was ok…”

Her name was Rachel…
she and I became friends…
we often jammed together…

she was a part-time exotic dancer…
aka…
a stripper…

my roommate was dating her friend…
so many nights…
she and her friends…
plural…
ended up at my house…

but she never wanted to hang out with the rest of them…
she just wanted to chill…
sing songs…
play guitar…

She was a great musician…
had a great voice…
music was her dream…

Many times I’d come home late
find her in my room…
doing her thing…

I’d grab my other guitar…
and we’d play for hours…

I had a small recording studio
we’d lay down tracks…
we recorded all kinds of covers…
had these freestyle…
ad-lib jam sessions…
just chasing whatever sound showed up…

It was definitely a crazy summer…
but also kind of holy in its own way…

it’s beautiful how musicians can come together and bond…
doesn’t matter who or what you are…
your background or anything…

musicians and artists just immediately have that thing.
that links us…
that invisible wire…
heart to heart…
song to song…

what I remember most those nights…
isn’t the chaos…

it’s the music…

two guitars…
chasing songs in the middle of the night…
letting the sound carry through a messy season of life…

I did much praying that summer…

cryin’ out in the night…

sometimes with words…
sometimes with songs…

finding healing…

wherever I could…

..

Oh yeah I might be crazy…
But that’s not the same as insane…
And I’m scared…
But that’s not the same as being afraid…

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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