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Pig Champion—Death of a Rat

Tom "Pig Champion" Roberts (the fattest one in the
picture), guitarist and founder of Portland's most
famous punk-rock band (that's not saying much, I know)
Poison Idea has FINALLY been found dead at age 47.
I've yet to see any confirmation of the CAUSE of his
death, but it MAY have been related to the fact that
whenever I hung out with him—which used to be a lot—he
was either smoking crack, drinking malt liquor, or
shooting heroin...CONSTANTLY. The first night I met
him, there was literally not a MOMENT over the span of
six hours where he wasn't either ingesting intoxicants
or preparing them for ingestion.
Poison Idea, particularly Pig, made loud noises about
how anyone who snitched on another man should be a
dead man, how corrupt "The Badge" made people, and how
we'd turned into a "Nation of Finks." He even recorded
an album with the singer of the band Millions of Dead
Cops. Being a "solid criminal" was a huge part of
Pig's public persona.

Fine.

Too bad that in practice, Tom Roberts was a police
informant. I should know.

The incident—revolving around when my psycho mistress
smashed a rival in the head with an axe handle—is
dealt with in Shit Magnet. It wasn't until I was
jailed and handed a stack of police reports by my
lawyer that I saw the name "Tom Roberts" listed on a
report, alongside the address where I knew Pig
Champion to be living. He had spoken to police about
the incident.

I've been thinking about possible reasons for why Pig
turned into Rat. The girl who got hit with the axe
handle was a friend of his. Pig was the one who played
matchmaker with me and her for our ill-fated one-night
tryst. Maybe she encouraged him to help with the
investigation. I never said he CALLED the police. But
he definitely TALKED to them. There can't be TWO "Tom
Roberts" who lived at the same address who would have
known anything about the crime, right? Imagine how I
felt when I was behind bars and finally read THAT
police report....THANKS, Pig!

I did a brief search of "Pig Champion" and the word
"dead." From all corners, it's "what a great
guitarist..." "...what a shame," etc. And that's all
fine. I wouldn't want to mess with anyone's "fond
memories" or whatever.

But amid all the eulogies, there was not a PEEP about
"lifelong pathetic junkie" or "hypocrite who betrayed
his own loudly stated values." Try for a moment to put
yourself in my position. Every time my name arises,
it's Nazi wifebeater, bibbety bibbety boo...the
complete opposite of what happens with Pig and most
others whose shortcomings don't fall within the realm
of the Currently Forbidden. "Hypocrite" and "junkie"
don't cause people to gasp as much as "racist" or
"misogynist."

Where I'm standing, a person causes much more
measurable damage to themselves and those around them
by being a lifelong heroin addict than by being
someone who has slapped (or slapped back) his wife or
girlfriend a few times.

But our marvelously logical culture has reached a
point where junkies—the pariahs of 50 years ago—are
nearly lionized.

Pig stole from both me and Debbie. I remained silent
once when he outlined his plans to steal musical
equipment from owners of a warehouse who were allowing
his fat stinking ass to live there for free. He had no
moral compunctions about ANYTHING when it came to his
dope habit.

And though I never knew him to have a girlfriend, he
saw fit to constantly run his mouth to people about
how I deserved to DIE for how horribly I'd allegedly
treated Debbie over a dozen years.

I was talking to Jen (co-author for the NASCAR
project) about my feelings regarding Pig, because they
mirror the way I feel about a girl that both Jen and I
know. The girl in question tried to "book block" me
from becoming friends with Legs McNeil in order to try
and get her own book contract through Legs. She told
him I was a prick to her and that he should never work
with me and that I'd written insulting things about
her, when the truth was that I'd never written
ANYTHING about her. What infuriated me about this is
that I'd NEVER done anything bad to this girl. For
whatever personal reasons (spite, jealousy,
insecurity?) she saw fit to try and damage me.

If I've been a dick to someone, which is not uncommon,
then maybe I can at least understand WHY they're being
so vengeful, no matter if I think they're going too
far. But when I've done nothing but be cordial and
friendly to someone and THEN they turn?
Grrrrrrrrrrr....

Same situation with Pig. I knew him for quite some
time. Was never a dick to him. Never insulted him. And
then he turns on me and my girlfriend of the time? And
keeps talking shit about me to everyone in Portland?
And then Mr. "Nation of Finks"/"The Badge" winds up on
a POLICE REPORT? Yeah...that annoys me.

Pig is quoted by Debbie during the time of our breakup
as saying my "candle" would burn out soon.

Too bad. Yours burnt out first, fat boy.

Well............. 03.Feb.2006 16:34

I would say

The author is a jackass with some kind of personal vendetta against Pig Champion, one of the hardest guitarists in history and a beloved figure of mythical proportions among those who have ingested Poison Idea's Music for the last 20 years. You're a nothing author, mere dogshit on our shoes.

PIG CHAMPION RULES GUITAR, fuck you jim goad. 04.Feb.2006 04:35

jake pend from BKLYN jakepend@gmail.com

even after death you try to defile the big man. I cant believe you would try to steal one of he best american pun band evers legacy. Yeah when you first came on the scene with answer me! it was entertaining. Then you wewnt to far and ended up in the hoosgow . No judgement there , I don't want to give you a platform there. But to try to weave yourself into the best american hardcore sound by criticising the CHAMPION! you understatethe power of P.I. and bring up negative shit about probably the best hardcore punk guitarist ever
no fucking cool amigo. say what you want but your still a stiff writing about shit you dont do. Beating your old lady gets no points in my book. turn to your lame groupies and figure out what to shit on next but leave Pig and poison Idea out of it, pussy at best.

STFU, Goad 04.Feb.2006 12:47

Varro

If I wanted to hear from an asshole, I would have farted.

yeah Jim is lame 04.Feb.2006 15:06

Fleeta

YUK this whole artice is stinky, and where is the pic.
I knew Tom a bit and he was kind and mellow, he was doing his best to overcome his demons and had been clean for some time know. He did do alot of the yucky stuff that Jim is saying but I doubt he was a snitch, and for me the jury is out on whether or not I would tell the PIGS where a known NAZI wife beater was or not. I think I would cause they have all the weapons and facilities to deal with that shit, and can mobilize to stop a problem faster than we can.

Take a hike Goad 04.Feb.2006 16:34

Low-E-String

Who the fuck is Goad? Never heard of him. On the other hand Tom Pig is a household word in use all over the world. Pig You'll be remembered.

Oregonian article 04.Feb.2006 16:44

ZYXz

Large in life, large in passing
Influential guitarist Tom Roberts, formerly of the punk band Poison Idea, dies at 47
Saturday, February 04, 2006
MARTY HUGHLEY


In describing Tom Roberts, guitarist of the Portland punk band Poison Idea, there's really no way to get around the word "big" or its synonyms. His sound was huge and fierce, his lifestyle was extreme, and his massive weight led him to go more commonly by the nicknames Tom Pig and even Pig Champion.

So it has to be said now that the Northwest lost a big piece of its rock community this week with the death of Roberts at age 47. He was found in his home Tuesday morning; cause of death has not been determined, but his sister Jo Ann Jones said Thursday that Roberts had been suffering in recent weeks from an untreated kidney infection and the flu.

Roberts' musical acumen, force of personality and uncompromising attitude were key factors in making Poison Idea one of the most influential and memorable forces in the Northwest rock underground for the past quarter century.


"He was one of the early punk celebrities in Portland," said Mike Jones of CD Forge, a longtime participant in the area's music scene. "He'd fallen on some hard times in the past few years, but it's always a real blow when the scene loses someone who made such a big contribution."

A memorial service will be held at 1 p.m. today at Omega Funeral & Cremation Service, 223 S.E. 122nd Ave.

Poison Idea was a foundation of the Portland punk scene, and an intensely admired band within the rock underground, earning praise from the likes of Nirvana's Kurt Cobain, Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore and the Norwegian metal band Turbonegro.

The group was founded around 1980 by singer/lyricist Jerry A., and Roberts soon left his band, the Imperialist Pigs, to join. His bruising guitar work became the core of the Poison Idea sound. Through the years, numerous other musicians came and went around those two principals.

In a way, the group's widest success came indirectly -- when the multimillion-selling band Pantera recorded "The Badge," a song by Roberts and Jerry A. that was originally on Poison Idea's "Feel the Darkness," for the 1994 movie soundtrack "The Crow," which went on to platinum sales. But P.I. (as fans tended to shorten the group's name) already had earned its own measure of fame. Locally, it put on notoriously energetic, even chaotic shows -- often highlighted by Jerry A.'s onstage fire breathing -- at Portland clubs such as Satyricon, 13th Precinct and the Pine Street Theater, and shared bills with the likes of Nirvana and Motorhead.

The band also toured Europe, including a show at London's famed Marquee club, was reviewed in Spin magazine (recommended as antidote to the vacuous pop of Norway's a-ha) and even made the "cute band alert" column of Sassy magazine's June 1992 issue, an inclusion that might have been either sarcastic or truly fashion-forward.

Sometimes weighing 450 pounds or more, Roberts was known for his size as well as for drinking prodigiously and generally living life on the edge. But those who knew and worked with him describe him as a man of keen intellect and relentless curiosity, a gentle giant behind the brusque exterior.

"If anybody thought he was up there as some nihilistic, morbidly obese guy just flailing around, no," said David Wilds, who managed the band from 1988-91. "He was remarkable for his knowledge of any kind of music. It's been said that Poison Idea was a punk band that could really play, and a lot of that was due to Tom. He chose a simple, stripped-down sound for artistic reasons, not lack of ability. There was structure, the material was well-rehearsed, and he really cared what the audience thought.

Poison Idea disbanded in 1993, its farewell show commemorated with the live album "Pig's Last Stand." But by the late '90s it had regrouped and continued to perform and tour sporadically. According to Chris Loughner, a friend of Roberts and a former roadie for the band, a new album tentatively titled "Leveled Karma" likely will be retooled before its release to be more of a tribute to the guitarist.

A lifelong Portlander, Roberts was born Nov. 4, 1958. He attended Gresham High School, and began playing guitar as a teenager.

"He wanted to live large at every possible turn, and he did," Wilds said. "It was not as if he didn't recognize the frailties he was creating for himself. . . There were cartoonish versions of punk, and those kinds of guys would take days off. But in terms of his music and lifestyle, Tom never took a day off. That was Tom, onstage and off."

Jones, his sister, may have summed up Roberts best, saying, "He was a big man with a big heart, and he lived life on his own terms."

Roberts is survived by his mother and stepfather, Phyllis and Arthur D. Carlson, brother William F. Roberts, sisters JoAnn Jones and Lynn Roberts, all of the Portland area, and four stepsisters. Disposition is by cremation. Remembrances are requested in the form of donations to the Feral Cat Coalition, 503-797-2606.

Marty Hughley: 503-221-8383; martyhughley@news.oregonian.com