Greg Graffin
Gregory Walter Graffin (born November 6, 1964) is an American punk rock singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, college lecturer, and author. He is most recognized as the lead vocalist, songwriter, and only constant member of the noted Los Angeles band Bad Religion, which he co-founded in 1979. He also embarked on a solo career in 1997, when he released the album American Lesion. His follow-up album, Cold as the Clay was released nine years later. Graffin obtained his PhD at Cornell University and has lectured courses in life sciences and paleontology at the University of California, Los Angeles and evolution at Cornell University.
Biography
Career with Bad Religion
In 1979, at the age of 15, Greg Graffin and a few high school classmates formed Bad Religion in Southern California's San Fernando Valley. After making a name for themselves in the Los Angeles punk scene, releasing two EPs and two full-length albums, they disbanded around 1985. However, Bad Religion reformed in 1986 with a new line-up, consisting of Graffin on vocals, Brett Gurewitz and Greg Hetson on guitars, Jay Bentley on bass, and Pete Finestone on drums. In 1988, they released Suffer, which was a comeback for Bad Religion as well as a watershed for the Southern California punk sound popularized by guitarist Gurewitz's Epitaph Records. The reunion line-up made two more records before Finestone left the band in 1991.
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ALBUMS
- Cold as the Clay released: 2006
- American Lesion released: 1997
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The Fault Line
by: Greg Graffinthe sun comes up with promise and my eyes burn open wide
and the sting compounds the torture from the vacant hole
inside my conscious recollection of the past events all
seem to verify the emotion that now envelops me dogged as
a drone stagnant as the stone weathered and alone living
on the fault line there's no one here to listen but
there's always room for more they pretend to give you
your say before they slam the door there's very little
patience, and very little love there's just your constant
puzzlement for what you're guilty of dogged as a drone
stagnant as the stone weathered and alone living on the
fault line no one need deliver me from such a familiar
place i've come to terms and work in this ribald
downtrodden state it's subliminal friction under a kind
of veneer and a form of cold injustice that keeps me
stationed here dogged as a drone stagnant as the stone