Was is June? July? One summer night, back when I was still working at Douglas College as a tutor, you could find me at the hospital, doubled over with pain in the mid-back, sitting on the floor of the ER because the nurses wouldn't give me a chair (because I might be infectious, and because they apparently all had chips on their shoulder, some weird hate-on for sick, unpleasant men - because who can be pleasant in the state I was in?). The tiny hard hospital cot was too uncomfortable, and too high off the ground for a guy who needed to barf pretty frequently, so, chairless, I was slumped there on the tiles with the trash bin between my legs, projectile-puking and moaning, the doctors and nurses staying well away, and my understandably disgusted but still supportive wife standing, worrying about me, from the opposite corner of the room... it was several months ago, now... worst night healthwise of my life since I got over my tongue cancer surgery...
I figure now that that day was when the kidney stone left my left kidney and began its passage down my ureter (the tube that leads from the kidney to the bladder). At 9mm long (and whatever the diameter - "it's a big one," my urologist tells me) it is too big to actually pass into the bladder, too big to be effectively shockwaved into fragmenting, too big to pass with the help of products like Flomax (which my urologist doesn't trust, anyhow, and which has, I gather, some scary dick-damaging side-effects). So as soon as they can book an appointment, they're going to admit me to the hospital, put me under, and stuff a camera and laser on tubes UP MY PENIS, THROUGH MY BLADDER, and INTO MY URETER to laserblast my rock into fragments that I might actually piss out, hopefully without cutting my urethra to ribbons, and without them accidentally lasering through my internal tubing. "It's a very small risk," my urologist said...
It's only taken six months of the BC medical system to get me to this point, from the diagnosis of a "possible kidney stone," even before my ER trip, to a diagnosis of "likely kidney stone" to an inconclusive ultrasound to a conclusive CT scan, each spaced out by a month or two, as my symptoms persisted unabated and untreated. Having a partially blocked ureter means your body wants to pee more to flush out the blockage, so you dehydrate a bit, and wake up to pee a lot, no matter how much water you do or don't drink. Because my blockage - a lump of calcium and minerals presumably about the size of a playing marble - is actually too big to pee out, there has been some buildup behind it in the ureter of substances that it traps; for all I know, it's gotten bigger. (Infection and inflammation are obvious other risks). The pain is actually fairly mild - a dull lower back ache on the left side. Some days I don't even notice it. But I am told if it goes untreated much longer, the pain will worsen, and my urologist seems intent on fast-tracking me. With my apnea and my being overweight and so forth it takes a little while for them to get all the paperwork in place for a surgical procedure, but, if he speaks the truth, it could be as soon as next week.
I never would have guessed that there would come a point where I was looking forward to having ANYTHING stuffed up my penis, but here I am. If it's the most likely treatment to have the desired effect - if there are, really, no other good options, then, like I said today to my urologist, "Doc, you go ahead and stuff that laser up my penis, and the sooner the better."
If that's not the most unlikely combination of words I have ever strung together, I dunno what is.
Monday, January 29, 2018
Streets of Fire: Meh
Finally saw, thanks to David M., the Shout Factory Blu of Streets of Fire, without having to pay money for it (it's $34.99 at Sunrise, and last I checked, around the same at Videomatica; I wonder who can afford such things?). I had been itching to see it in the best looking version available, so I could a) share it with my wife and b) re-evaluate it, because my memory of it, formed in the days of VHS, is that it was fun but trivial, hardly anything to write home about (which I've seen a few film writers do in recent years, making me wonder if seeing it through the misty filter of 80's nostalgia would change my estimate of it). And while I am not sure if I am happy or sad to say so, so it seems to me now, exactly as it seemed to me then: fun... but trivial.
It's not awful, mind you. I think part of what will make the film work or fail for you is how much you care about images versus words, when eventuating a film. It's definitely a BEAUTIFUL looking film - the production design is exceptional, more on which below. But like another film I regard as lesser of Hill's, The Driver, it has a screenplay that feels like it was written by a teenager, with each line of dialogue packed with import and drama and a total fearlessness when it comes to cliches, like Hill isn't even aware they exist (or is, perhaps, very very fond of them; maybe he has a cliche fetish?). Once you have some practice with the film, you can practically see the next line coming, in all-caps and boldface, embracing its own inevitability; surely several takes were ruined by actors involuntarily wincing at the cheese they were being asked to deliver with total sincerity. And like his re-edited version of The Warriors, it feels both in framing and in line delivery very much at times like a comic book, with basically fewer than ten words being uttered at any moment, such as might appear in the word balloons over a character's mouth in any given image. It's almost as if the utter simplicity of his approach to writing is, in fact, a point of pride - and the corniness (not quite campiness) DOES make it kind of fun. But the last time I saw it was as a teenager, and having grown up in the interim does nothing to make the dialogue any easier to swallow...
Of course, the production design - imagining a 1980's version of the 1950's that acts as if the '60's and '70's never happened - is superb, with streets that are always wet, full of vintage cars and bikes that shine with a fetishistic glow. The set design alone must have cost a fair bit. The film looks utterly fantastic on Blu, so if the whole comic-book-dialogue thing doesn't sound bothersome to you - you might actually really ENJOY the movie. Plus there are fun performances throughout - especially, for me, that of a reptilian Willem Dafoe and his henchman Lee Ving (a punk whose movie apparances, like those of Chris D. and John Doe, seem weirdly few and far between, given how much charisma he has when he's onscreen). Amy Madigan looks a bit too much like Amy Madigan, and seems a bit better than the material, but is always fun to watch. Rick Moranis has a thankless role as the money-conscious manager/ boyfriend of a kidnapped pop star but manages the trick of being a twerp and being likable at the same time. Hero Michael Pare, hired to rescue said star from the bike gang holding her, seems to be embracing his inner Stallone, and definitely does NOT seem above the material, which I guess is a good thing. About the only person who comes across a bit wooden is Diane Lane, whose greatest accomplishment in the film was to make me think wistfully of how much I enjoyed Joan Jett in Paul Schrader's Light of Day. The film would be more fun, I think, if her character were at all believable or interesting. There is some great music on the soundtrack - including a rockin' appearance by the Blasters, some Ry Cooder originals (and a Link Wray cover by Cooder's band), and for those who have a guilty fondness for such things, a couple Jim Steinman tunes (don't judge me, but I count that as a positive). And there is a club dancer, played by French dancer Marine Jahan, who is very compelling and watchable, doing a semi-strip to Leiber and Stoller's "One Bad Stud" as performed by the Blasters (featuring three people who were just in town with the Flesh Eaters, since Steve Berlin is onstage with Dave Alvin and Bill Bateman). I gather from M. that she was the dance double for Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. I remember her being fodder for my horny teen self when watching it 30-odd years ago; now I mostly just appreciate how GOOD she is, and her being sexy as she does it is simply a side-observation...
But fuckin' hell is the movie corny, and almost utterly absent of anything provocative or interesting in terms of content. It describes itself as a rock and roll "fable" but it's more of a rock and roll comic book - or maybe even simpler than that. I am aware that the film has its fans right now, that it has been reclaimed and embraced by a certain kind of cinephile out there, including people who have declared in their favourite film. It's truly puzzling to me. Southern Comfort, sure, that I will get behind. Or The Long Riders, or Hard Times, or the original version of The Warriors, which, while also cartoonish, has some real originality and inspiration to it. Maybe there's something I'm simply failing to appreciate, maybe there's some way in which the film is about cliche, and not just jam-packed with it?
I would like to add another Hill movie I can enjoy to my list, would still like to think of myself as a fan of his cinema - but Streets of Fire sure isn't it.
Anyhow, thanks, David M., for having saved me the $35!
It's not awful, mind you. I think part of what will make the film work or fail for you is how much you care about images versus words, when eventuating a film. It's definitely a BEAUTIFUL looking film - the production design is exceptional, more on which below. But like another film I regard as lesser of Hill's, The Driver, it has a screenplay that feels like it was written by a teenager, with each line of dialogue packed with import and drama and a total fearlessness when it comes to cliches, like Hill isn't even aware they exist (or is, perhaps, very very fond of them; maybe he has a cliche fetish?). Once you have some practice with the film, you can practically see the next line coming, in all-caps and boldface, embracing its own inevitability; surely several takes were ruined by actors involuntarily wincing at the cheese they were being asked to deliver with total sincerity. And like his re-edited version of The Warriors, it feels both in framing and in line delivery very much at times like a comic book, with basically fewer than ten words being uttered at any moment, such as might appear in the word balloons over a character's mouth in any given image. It's almost as if the utter simplicity of his approach to writing is, in fact, a point of pride - and the corniness (not quite campiness) DOES make it kind of fun. But the last time I saw it was as a teenager, and having grown up in the interim does nothing to make the dialogue any easier to swallow...
Of course, the production design - imagining a 1980's version of the 1950's that acts as if the '60's and '70's never happened - is superb, with streets that are always wet, full of vintage cars and bikes that shine with a fetishistic glow. The set design alone must have cost a fair bit. The film looks utterly fantastic on Blu, so if the whole comic-book-dialogue thing doesn't sound bothersome to you - you might actually really ENJOY the movie. Plus there are fun performances throughout - especially, for me, that of a reptilian Willem Dafoe and his henchman Lee Ving (a punk whose movie apparances, like those of Chris D. and John Doe, seem weirdly few and far between, given how much charisma he has when he's onscreen). Amy Madigan looks a bit too much like Amy Madigan, and seems a bit better than the material, but is always fun to watch. Rick Moranis has a thankless role as the money-conscious manager/ boyfriend of a kidnapped pop star but manages the trick of being a twerp and being likable at the same time. Hero Michael Pare, hired to rescue said star from the bike gang holding her, seems to be embracing his inner Stallone, and definitely does NOT seem above the material, which I guess is a good thing. About the only person who comes across a bit wooden is Diane Lane, whose greatest accomplishment in the film was to make me think wistfully of how much I enjoyed Joan Jett in Paul Schrader's Light of Day. The film would be more fun, I think, if her character were at all believable or interesting. There is some great music on the soundtrack - including a rockin' appearance by the Blasters, some Ry Cooder originals (and a Link Wray cover by Cooder's band), and for those who have a guilty fondness for such things, a couple Jim Steinman tunes (don't judge me, but I count that as a positive). And there is a club dancer, played by French dancer Marine Jahan, who is very compelling and watchable, doing a semi-strip to Leiber and Stoller's "One Bad Stud" as performed by the Blasters (featuring three people who were just in town with the Flesh Eaters, since Steve Berlin is onstage with Dave Alvin and Bill Bateman). I gather from M. that she was the dance double for Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. I remember her being fodder for my horny teen self when watching it 30-odd years ago; now I mostly just appreciate how GOOD she is, and her being sexy as she does it is simply a side-observation...
But fuckin' hell is the movie corny, and almost utterly absent of anything provocative or interesting in terms of content. It describes itself as a rock and roll "fable" but it's more of a rock and roll comic book - or maybe even simpler than that. I am aware that the film has its fans right now, that it has been reclaimed and embraced by a certain kind of cinephile out there, including people who have declared in their favourite film. It's truly puzzling to me. Southern Comfort, sure, that I will get behind. Or The Long Riders, or Hard Times, or the original version of The Warriors, which, while also cartoonish, has some real originality and inspiration to it. Maybe there's something I'm simply failing to appreciate, maybe there's some way in which the film is about cliche, and not just jam-packed with it?
I would like to add another Hill movie I can enjoy to my list, would still like to think of myself as a fan of his cinema - but Streets of Fire sure isn't it.
Anyhow, thanks, David M., for having saved me the $35!
Sunday, January 28, 2018
George Carlin Redux: "George Carlin Cancelled"
Woke up to a blog-comment/ lecture on a piece of writing I did from five years ago.
It's kinda interesting to me to see anyone reading stuff I did from that long ago, let alone taking me to task for it. I mean, I didn't even remember what I wrote (and the idea that anyone would take it seriously enough to respond to it is kinda flattering, really, even if they're hatin' on me). The person in question might have a few points, I dunno. It's early in the morning. Wakin' up to a spankin' over a five year old potential tastecrime is a bit odd.
As you will see, tho', (in the linked piece, above, and the comments section below it) it was about the only time I saw George Carlin. Let me just say here, without reiterating the above-linked piece, that I have great love for George Carlin, meant him no disrespect in the slightest in that piece of writing, am sad that he is gone, and would love to hear what he would make, say, of President Donald Trump, or Harvey Weinstein, or #metoo, or Louis CK, or so forth. There have been a lot of deaths of some note in the last decade, but in terms of PEOPLE WHO I ACTUALLY SPENT TIME WITH - whose words I have spent the most time on, whose ideas and observations have most shaped me - the two I have felt the most are probably George Carlin and Lemmy.
I got to actually TALK to Lemmy about death, and know he had a pretty good sense of humour about it - there's a line from a very early song he wrote and sang, with Sam Gopal, called "Escalator," to the effect of, "if you like me when I'm living/ you're gonna love me when I'm dead." He actually chuckled when I quoted that back at him during an interview and talked about how people get better after they die. Death and mortality and serious illness are terrifying things to me since my brush with cancer last year, and I hope I too can keep a sense of humour and perspective as they get closer (I'm almost 50!). Lemmy had a pretty great way of dealing with the inevitable, it seems, living exactly the life he wanted to live right to the end (even if he hadda switch out Coke for Diet Coke because of his diabetes).
Carlin got a little morbid in his last couple shows, for my taste, actually - there's some really kinda nasty bits, amongst the humour and wisdom. But as far as dark death-related humour goes, nothing I have seen is funny in the same way as this ad that appeared in the Georgia Straight shortly after George Carlin died. He had a show scheduled at River Rock Casino when he passed; so this is what the casino ran, to let people know the show was off.
If there IS footage of that final Carlin show mentioned, I think they should make this the cover of the DVD, actually. George Carlin: Cancelled. I would buy it. And seriously, blog commenter: there is no spite or disrespect or so forth intended here. If Mr. Carlin were around, I would show him this ad, and he would laugh, of this I have no doubt.
Have a good morning...
It's kinda interesting to me to see anyone reading stuff I did from that long ago, let alone taking me to task for it. I mean, I didn't even remember what I wrote (and the idea that anyone would take it seriously enough to respond to it is kinda flattering, really, even if they're hatin' on me). The person in question might have a few points, I dunno. It's early in the morning. Wakin' up to a spankin' over a five year old potential tastecrime is a bit odd.
As you will see, tho', (in the linked piece, above, and the comments section below it) it was about the only time I saw George Carlin. Let me just say here, without reiterating the above-linked piece, that I have great love for George Carlin, meant him no disrespect in the slightest in that piece of writing, am sad that he is gone, and would love to hear what he would make, say, of President Donald Trump, or Harvey Weinstein, or #metoo, or Louis CK, or so forth. There have been a lot of deaths of some note in the last decade, but in terms of PEOPLE WHO I ACTUALLY SPENT TIME WITH - whose words I have spent the most time on, whose ideas and observations have most shaped me - the two I have felt the most are probably George Carlin and Lemmy.
I got to actually TALK to Lemmy about death, and know he had a pretty good sense of humour about it - there's a line from a very early song he wrote and sang, with Sam Gopal, called "Escalator," to the effect of, "if you like me when I'm living/ you're gonna love me when I'm dead." He actually chuckled when I quoted that back at him during an interview and talked about how people get better after they die. Death and mortality and serious illness are terrifying things to me since my brush with cancer last year, and I hope I too can keep a sense of humour and perspective as they get closer (I'm almost 50!). Lemmy had a pretty great way of dealing with the inevitable, it seems, living exactly the life he wanted to live right to the end (even if he hadda switch out Coke for Diet Coke because of his diabetes).
Carlin got a little morbid in his last couple shows, for my taste, actually - there's some really kinda nasty bits, amongst the humour and wisdom. But as far as dark death-related humour goes, nothing I have seen is funny in the same way as this ad that appeared in the Georgia Straight shortly after George Carlin died. He had a show scheduled at River Rock Casino when he passed; so this is what the casino ran, to let people know the show was off.
If there IS footage of that final Carlin show mentioned, I think they should make this the cover of the DVD, actually. George Carlin: Cancelled. I would buy it. And seriously, blog commenter: there is no spite or disrespect or so forth intended here. If Mr. Carlin were around, I would show him this ad, and he would laugh, of this I have no doubt.
Have a good morning...
Friday, January 26, 2018
The Flesh Eaters, Chinese food, and the forgotten art of self-disembowelment
The Flesh Eaters by bev davies, January 25, 2018 at the Rickshaw; not to be reused without permission. All photos below also by bev davies, unless noted otherwise (the crappy cell phone photo at the end is by me).
Chris D and I at the Rickshaw, by Erika Lax
But whatever - it was an intimate and positive night at the Vancity, in part BECAUSE there were only 20 people there, and Kier-la Janisse conducted a great Q&A: more about her implied below in the section on ritual self-disembowelment, an art to which she is no stranger. Which reminds me, Chris D. said some very nice things about the importance of event programmers like her to generating/ sustaining/ fostering and supporting culture, often at a financial loss to themselves, frequently without getting acknowledgement. I don't have an exact quote, but amen to him for the sentiment: Chris is the rare example of someone who has straddled BOTH sides of the fence, as a writer/ interviewer/ programmer AND a singer/ actor, filmmaker - so he knows what he's talking about...
Chris D. of the Flesh Eaters by bev davies, not to be reused without permission.
And besides Kier-la and Tom (and the people who DID come out to Border Radio), HUGE thanks to Mo for putting on the Flesh Eaters show. It was not a show I actually had anything to do with inspiring, note - or at least not that I know of (Mo mighta seen me enthusing about them somewhere or other in 2015). It's just that they were my favourite punk band of all time, throughout my 20's and teens, when my range of tastes was still contained enough for me to have favourites. I know Mo was nervous, with sluggish advance ticket sales, that he was going to regret booking such an all-star band, but Vancouver more or less acquitted itself decently, with a venue 2/3rds full and enthusiastic for the music; he seemed happy enough with how it turned out, though I gather it didn't pay for itself, either, ultimately. The coolest cultural events in this city are almost always, to borrow a phrase from the Japanese, "jibara o kirimasu" - an idiom adapted from the practice of hara kiri, which involved cutting open your belly to show your sincerity, represented by your entrails; it has come to mean, in Japan, to dip into your own pocket, to foot the bill - "using one's own money to pay for something that one isn't obligated to pay for," according to the Complete Japanese Expression Guide. This blog itself is kinda that way. I mean, you see all the ads I'm running?
What, there are no ads? What's wrong with me? (Note: if you are reading this at some distant point and there are, in fact, ads, well, sorry. I stuck it out for over ten ad-free years, folks. It's not like I haven't considered it...).
And speaking of Mo, chatting with Bev about how cool he is the other day, it occurred to me - I don't even KNOW who runs the Commodore, the Venue, the Imperial, or so forth... it's all faceless agencies like Timbre or Livenation or whatever; but the actual people behind the scenes - you might know one person involved in promoting shows, but whose venue actually IS it? What do they actually LISTEN to? Do they LIKE what they put on? Mo, by contrast, is on the frontlines, taking pride in what he does, interacting with people, checking in with them, and digging his own booking choices, as much as a presence in his own venue as "vintage wendythirteen" was at the Cobalt-back-when. I like a business like that! It's kinda Mom and Pop, when you think of it - kinda like how some of my favourite restaurants over the years, the person cooking your food and the person serving you are the OWNERS, and you get to know both of them by name. Actually, I'm thinking of Chinese restaurants. The Rickshaw is the Vancouver music scene's Chinese Mom and Pop restaurant. But holy fuck is the food good!
Okay, that was a bit weird, but you see what I mean.
And, I mean, how much money - this was Bev's observation, actually - has Mo raised for charity and such? The last Bowie Ball alone took in, what, $10,000 for cancer research? She was saying the city should recognize him in some way, BOTH as a belly-cuttin' purveyor of culture and a socially-conscious contributor to those in need. I totally agree. Cheers, Mo.
In fact, Chris' voice got pretty ragged at times - more when he was speaking than singing, weirdly enough; he seems to be able to scream when he can hardly talk, which I don't understand at all. He even seemed to have a bit of a sore throat at the Border Radio Q&A, but it was obviously not something he was going to let get in the way. He seemed irrepressible both nights, coming out after the concert to chat with fans (the artist formerly known as ARGH! of DOA colouring book fame and he had a nice chat about Dan Stewart of Green on Red, apparently living in Mexico now - "living Border Radio," as ARGH! put it; I gotta get me a copy of Gravity Talks, speaking of which). Chris actually should probably take a page from David Thomas' and PROTECT and CONSERVE his voice before a show, and only do email interviews or something, but then, I'm the motherfucker who did a three hour phone chat with him a couple weeks ago (see below) and then had him do a Q&A after Border Radio the night before, so, um, mea culpa folks.
The Flesh Eaters by bev davies, not to be reused without permission.
And by the way, it was a great show. I think the band actually did a better set last night than in Seattle a couple years ago; Seattle the energy was intense, but kinda subdued, right up til the end, with a rip-roarin' encore of "Cinderella," "Pony Dress" and "She's Like Heroin to Me" that really raised the stakes when there was nowhere left to go. By contrast, last night, there were more dynamics to the energy - less of a linear journey to a climax than Seattle. You really noticed the rhythm section, too - Bill Bateman and DJ Bonebrake are an amazingly solid team (as Doug Smith will tell you, leaning in to your ear and shouting - or, wait, that was MY ear: Bateman is a singularly amazing drummer, a real powerhouse - though there was one song where DJ got off the vibes and got on snare and we had two drummers, which was a real treat).
Bill Bateman of the Flesh Eaters by bev davies, not to be reused without permission.
DJ Bonebrake of the Flesh Eaters by bev davies, not to be reused without permission.
As with Seattle, John Doe seemed to have the most fun onstage - getting singled out for cheers by X fans and very sweetly actually coming out to say hi to a few of them afterwards (He remembers Bev well and she introduced me; I, in turn, introduced her to Chris, who she's never met, though apparently she took pictures for Slash back in the day). I wish X would come back to Vancouver - I've never gotten to see them! But I've seen John twice now, and someone mentioned that Exene would be in town this spring (I have done nothing to confirm this). John seems like a real great guy.
John Doe of the Flesh Eaters by bev davies, not to be reused without permission.
Also, as with Seattle, Dave Alvin seemed the hardest person to fully contain onstage, the most tightly-packed package up there, a hugely energetic musician, having to channel his energy through a fairly narrow corridor. I mean, face it, he's really a frontman, not a sideman, and you kinda sense a tension in him, like he's packing in sooooo much of his personality and passion to be a support person rather than the bandleader that it kinda wants to explode out the edges... which he got to do a LITTLE, during solos, but not nearly enough to fully use him up. Hopin' he brings the Guilty Ones (and Phil!) back sometime soon (I saw their last show here and I gotta say that it was maybe my happiest concert-going experience of 2016, dancing to "Marie Marie" with my wife, also diggin' it, beside me). My favourite Dave moments last night included a particularly fun passage of "Satan's Stomp" where he deliberately de-synchronized from John, so both were playing the same hook but at different times; plus there was a nice moment where he squatted to take a pull off a beer at the side as the band did their thing and could be seen grinning hugely at checking out his bandmates. Dave Alvin has a real infectious smile; looking at him, it was impossible not to grin back, then glance away awkwardly when he noticed I was doin' it. What can I say, he seemed so serious sometimes up there that it was a relief to see him lookin' that happy...
Dave Alvin of the Flesh Eaters by bev davies, not to be reused without permission.
Sax player Steve Berlin took my joking with him with grace and humour when he came out at the end (quoth me: "I saw Los Lobos when you opened for Neil Young here and I was, like, 'it's Steve Berlin from the Flesh Eaters!'"). I always kinda am reminded of another sax-playing Steve when I hear him with the Flesh Eaters: Steve Mackay on the Stooges' Fun House, who does similar things with his horn, packing in noise and texture, treating his sax much like one might an electric guitar. There's nothin' jazzy about what he does, and none of that Clarence Clemons' rock sax thing happening. He and Dave Alvin complimented each other beautifully, at opposite sides of the stage. Good beard, too.
Steve Berlin of the Flesh Eaters by bev davies, not to be reused without permission.
Finally, frontman Chris D. was super-generous, telling stories between songs about sharing stage with the recently departed Mark E. Smith (in the run up to the somewhat Fallish "So Long") and making sure the audience knew "The Green Manalishi with the Three-Pronged Crown" - the band's first encore - was NOT a Judas Priest song (it's by Peter Green of the original Fleetwood Mac, who also, didja know, wrote that Rezillos song about someone getting their head kicked in tonight!). Other covers were the same as Seattle: the Sonics' "Cinderella" and a blistering show closer with John and Chris teaming up for vocals on "She's Like Heroin to Me," by the Gun Club. Incidentally, have I showed you this photo that I found online of Kid Congo and Jeffrey Lee Pierce dressed up as Debbie Harry and Rita Moreno? This one goes out to Erik Iversen (it is also not by Bev):
In fact, Chris' voice got pretty ragged at times - more when he was speaking than singing, weirdly enough; he seems to be able to scream when he can hardly talk, which I don't understand at all. He even seemed to have a bit of a sore throat at the Border Radio Q&A, but it was obviously not something he was going to let get in the way. He seemed irrepressible both nights, coming out after the concert to chat with fans (the artist formerly known as ARGH! of DOA colouring book fame and he had a nice chat about Dan Stewart of Green on Red, apparently living in Mexico now - "living Border Radio," as ARGH! put it; I gotta get me a copy of Gravity Talks, speaking of which). Chris actually should probably take a page from David Thomas' and PROTECT and CONSERVE his voice before a show, and only do email interviews or something, but then, I'm the motherfucker who did a three hour phone chat with him a couple weeks ago (see below) and then had him do a Q&A after Border Radio the night before, so, um, mea culpa folks.
John Doe and Chris D. by bev davies, not to be reused without permission.
It didn't really matter. Chris still delivered, passionately and powerfully, with "Miss Muerte" in particular standing out as a fantastic tune on an album I don't know half as well as I should. Kickass versions of "The Wedding Dice" and "My Life to Live" from Forever Came Today, all of Minute to Pray, and "Pony Dress" filled out the set - and, oh yeah, "House Amid the Thickets." If the overall energy was better in Vancouver in 2018 than Seattle in 2015, I do have to admit that the Seattle "Pony Dress" was better, even got a moshpit going. (I had retreated to further back last night by then so I didn't see if anyone got moshin'). But still, what a treat. Setlist more or less the same as the Echoplex one posted previously, though "See You in the Boneyard" got moved til later...
Setlist by bev davies, not to be reused without permission.
That's about it. (I missed Petunia and the Vipers and am bummed to hear that Petunia's guitar got stolen the other day; his new album should be in select stores now or soon, and he tells me that after the current run is done he's going to re-master it, with a few changes, so it's going to a very limited edition of 300 LPs. Get yours now!). Thanks again to the bands, and Mo, and Bev, and Tom and Kier-la and everyone who came to the show and did not embarrass me with how sucky and fickle the Vancouver music scene can be (it's still better than the cinema scene). Some of my guts got spilled too, with all the transcribing and writing I did (see also my Allison Anders and Petunia interviews on the Straight website, which were donated pro-bono, along with all the writing below). The people whoopin' and dancing last night made it all worth it.
It would be a real drag to cut open your belly and have no one notice.
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Things Worth Doing (one that is already done)
Our screening of Border Radio was a total success last night - if you don't mind that maybe ten people paid to get in! (I fault no one on the guestlist - I was on it too). But the Q&A was very enlightening, the people in the audience were way cool (including members of the band, local fixture Gerald Rattlehead, Mo Tarmohamed and his wife, Tom Charity and Fiona Morrow, and Cinema Sewer's great Robin Bougie). And the movie was very enjoyable - for me greatly enriched by my having learned more about Allison Anders (like her apprenticeship, basically, with Wim Wenders; his mark is on the film for sure). How fun to hear Kier-la and Chris talking about the film - he gave her some very deserved acknowledgement as a person making things happen behind the scenes - and how great it was that she was doing a film event in Vancouver again... got a book signed (she has some with her if you're shoppin' for books)... I got Chris to sign stuff too... Real great night...
I don't really have time to write about other stuff, including a few notable obits I was wanting to post (RIP Jack Ketchum, Ursula LeGuin, and Mark E. Smith). Truth is, I have to spend today doing prep and marking for school. But let me just say - if you missed last night's Border Radio screening, and feel bad, now that you know it was a real fun evening - DO NOT MISS TONIGHT'S FLESH EATERS CONCERT AT THE RICKSHAW! It may be your only chance to see them live, and this is a great band - right up there in the Los Angeles punk pantheon with X, the Gun Club, the Germs, Los Plugz, the Blasters, the Circle Jerks. I will probably be late myself - I couldn't take tonight off work - but I will be there! (Maybe with a very generous car-drivin' wife who doesn't really like punk rock but loves her husband).
See you there...
I don't really have time to write about other stuff, including a few notable obits I was wanting to post (RIP Jack Ketchum, Ursula LeGuin, and Mark E. Smith). Truth is, I have to spend today doing prep and marking for school. But let me just say - if you missed last night's Border Radio screening, and feel bad, now that you know it was a real fun evening - DO NOT MISS TONIGHT'S FLESH EATERS CONCERT AT THE RICKSHAW! It may be your only chance to see them live, and this is a great band - right up there in the Los Angeles punk pantheon with X, the Gun Club, the Germs, Los Plugz, the Blasters, the Circle Jerks. I will probably be late myself - I couldn't take tonight off work - but I will be there! (Maybe with a very generous car-drivin' wife who doesn't really like punk rock but loves her husband).
See you there...
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
One night only! (?) The Return of Kier-la Janisse!
I can't speak to the excitements of the rest of the city, but obviously *I* am really keen about the Flesh Eaters show on Thursday, and about the Border Radio screening on Wednesday. But one thing I haven't written much about, that I am (almost) equally excited about, is for (writer/ programmer/ publisher) Kier-la Janisse to be hosting the Q&A with Chris D on Wednesday. It wasn't JUST the Flesh Eaters show that inspired the Border Radio event, understand: it was that Kier-la (pronounced K-La) had announced, as a friend and, I presume, a fellow fan of Chris D's, that she was going to fly out (I think from Montreal) to attend the concert. Chris D. coming to town was already an argument to show one of the films he's involved in, but Chris D. and Kier-la? ABSOLUTELY we needed a film event. (Yes, there is conflict of interest afoot here, gang, but my rules don't forbid me from writing about things I'm involved in on some level. It ain't about the money, anyhow, it's about CREATING AND SUPPORTING CULTURE THAT MATTERS, right? If it were about the money, none of us would be doing this; this blog wouldn't even exist).
There's tons I don't know about Kier-la, but the stuff she HAS done is amazing to me. She was the founder and curator of the horror film festival Cinemuerte, for one. Not only did I see some great films there - Vice Squad, Class of 1984, Phantom of the Paradise (but I stupidly missed the July 4th Toilet event afterwards) - maybe even a 1990's midnight movie screening of Peter Jackson's Bad Taste? Was that you, Kier-la? - but my first piece of film writing published in Vancouver, on Zev Asher's documentary Casuistry, ran in the last issue of Terminal City, apropos of that film screening at Cinemuerte. No Kier-la means no Al-as-we-know-him (thanks also to Fiona Morrow, here, btw). Later on, Kier-la curated a rock music festival called Big Smash in Vancouver that had some fantastic content - the Roky Erickson documentary, say, or Peter Watkins' Privilege, which she tracked down a print of and had it flown out, at some expense, when the film still wasn't seeable on DVD. She also brought Wreckless Eric up here for that - he picked Godard's Sympathy for the Devil to screen, which he introduced - and Kier-la organized a very memorable concert at the Railway for him, which kinda blew me away (even if he, himself, was a bit off-puttingly cranky at times - I tried to gush on him about his album, Big Smash, and he would have none of it). At that time - if my timeline isn't wonky - she was programming at the Alamo Drafthouse in Texas, and made some cool little movies there, editing together footage to make a doc on Krautrock that she played between features at Big Smash (I was impressed, lots in it I didn't know, but as I recall she was very nonchalant about it). Believe she did I Was a Teenage Quincy Punk, too, and made time to go get a video hello from Roky to play before the film. What a generous, generous person; I, for one, have missed her programming in Vancouver a lot.
Oh, she was pretty important to the early years of Black Dog, as well, but I never really was a Black Dog regular. Great store tho'.
It's been awhile since I've seen anything she's curated. I loved her programming when she was in town, but one too many disappointing turnouts meant she eventually moved on. After leaving Texas, she ran a cinema in Montreal called Blue Sunshine, along with a colleague from my Nerve Magazine days, Dave Bertrand. There's a cool little video interview with her online about that. I know she's still involved in programming back east, but I'm not sure if Blue Sunshine is still extant, sadly. I have not, to my embarrassment, read her memoir/ film book House of Psychotic Women yet - published on FAB Press, who are one of the coolest imprints out there, also doing Robin Bougie and Stephen Thrower titles - but I have at least one Spectacular Optical book on my shelf, Satanic Panic, featuring an essay about organized child abuse and the discrediting of Satanic ritual abuse by Vancouver's own Adrian Mack. The book also features an article on the films and music inspired by the story of teenaged "rock'n'roll" Satanist/ drug dealer/ murderer/ metalhead Ricky Kasso, whom I wrote about as part of my Electric Wizard review a year or so ago (if I may, it's one of my favourite pieces of music writing I've done).
By the by, there's a super cheap PDF version of Satanic Panic on the Spectacular Optical website. Fans of Mack's at the very least should check it out...! There's lots else on the site, including a book on the cinema of erotic French vampire filmmaker Jean Rollin, a book on Christmas-themed horror movies... Lots of cool stuff...
Anyhow, folks, no time for much else this morning - I gotta go grab some pics to illustrate this - but if you're lucky, Kier-la will have a few books with her on Wednesday for your purchasing pleasure. Welcoming her back to Vancouver! Even if you don't care about the Flesh Eaters or Allison Anders or Border Radio, if you like cult and horror movies, come out Wednesday at 9pm to the Vancity Theatre to see a Q&A between Chris D. and Kier-la...! Not likely to happen in Vancouver ever again, gang. Now where the hell is my Cinemuerte t-shirt...?
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Flesh Eaters #2: of I Pass For Human, Exorcism, Materialism, and the Realm of Spirits (with 2018 live photos by Deb Frazin!)
Rock'n'roll to me, it's spiritual, and it's beyond good and evil, and I think it's more positive than negative. - Chris D
The first Flesh Eaters album I ever bought was A Hard Road to Follow. I found it at
Vancouver’s long-defunct record collector’s mainstay, Odyssey Imports on
Seymour Street, probably when it was a new arrival, back in 1983, when I was
15. I don’t think I knew anything about the band at that point, just picked it
up on the strength of the album cover alone, for the expressions on the band
member’s faces - especially Chris’ - but also for the concept, presenting them
as prisoners dominated by a powerful, armed female. I had no idea what to
expect, but I had to hear it. I bought it, brought it back to the suburbs, and
popped it on my shitty turntable, part of an old console unit that once housed
a black and white TV.
I fell in love immediately. I was taken with Chris
Desjardins’ angsty, pop-culturally steeped poetry and his singular singing
voice, still wild and undisciplined. The lyrics of “Eyes Without a Face” -
predating, I believe, Billy Idol’s hit of that name, and having no direct bearing on Georges Franju’s 1960 French
horror film, about a surgeon kidnapping women to try to transplant their faces
onto that of his burn victim daughter. That song was featured on the soundtrack
of Return of the Living Dead, too (which
I also had on vinyl back in the day. The words spoke to both my anxieties and
my desperate, angry romanticism, wanting to make sense of the world, wanting to
be loved, wanting to see my inner potentials manifested, but confused, foiled,
and rejected at every turn, full of frustration and rage. No song lyrics have
ever quite spoken to me the same way since; as far as rock lyrics go,
encountering this was a formative experience.
“Eyes Without a Face,” lyrics by Chris D.
Born into a world I don't understand,
It's hard to get a foothold in drifting sand
Every time I look someone in the eye, they trip up and start to fall
I've been burning a candle for you, private bedroom and a naive altar
It's hard to get a foothold in drifting sand
Every time I look someone in the eye, they trip up and start to fall
I've been burning a candle for you, private bedroom and a naive altar
of unswerving faith;
tarnished wedding bracelet in a forgotten drawer,
darling, what are eyes for?
Good for love-talk inside a storm
fuckin’ unnoticed in a crowded room,
someone else by your side, someone else by your side
Two pairs of eyes want to be free
To write their history in a handful of dust
Yeah, I'm hurting inside
Sometimes your eyes can't see
darling, what are eyes for?
Good for love-talk inside a storm
fuckin’ unnoticed in a crowded room,
someone else by your side, someone else by your side
Two pairs of eyes want to be free
To write their history in a handful of dust
Yeah, I'm hurting inside
Sometimes your eyes can't see
No matter how close they get to me
Writing me a history of misery,
My eyes without a face
Yeah, I'm hurting inside
my eyes without a face, my eyes without a face
my eyes without a face, my eyes without a face
I got blistered fingertips split open with blood
unbutton my top button, my shirt is in shreds
Up for eight days straight, a trip to drop dead
so history crashes to a stop
But I kept going, I didn't end
I didn't end because I can never ever end
unbutton my top button, my shirt is in shreds
Up for eight days straight, a trip to drop dead
so history crashes to a stop
But I kept going, I didn't end
I didn't end because I can never ever end
I can never ever, ever, ever end
this happiness turned around inside out,
alone in the beating heart of night
pumping blackness into my veins
this happiness turned around inside out,
alone in the beating heart of night
pumping blackness into my veins
until any light on your beautiful face becomes the dirtiest word...
Two pairs of eyes want to be free
To write their history in a handful of dust
Yeah, I'm hurting inside
Your eyes won't go away,
They follow my trail down that twisted road
Right into that world I don't understand
a bedroom buried under drifting sand,
Can they catch me? How close can you get?
Can they catch me/ How close can they get?
Because what waits here
Because what waits here
are two burning eyes without a face
Why! Why! Why! Why!
Why! Why! Why! Why!
Sorry, Billy Idol, your song’s lyrics blow compared to this.
Is it a wonder that the Flesh Eaters sank hooks deep into me, that I had to
hear more? I still retain great fondness for A Hard Road to Follow, but I have
come to regard it as being slightly lesser of the Flesh Eaters’ classic albums.
Forever Came Today remains my favourite, as a savage, potent rock album, though
I understand why A Minute to Pray, A Second to Die generally gets ranked above
it. (I also love No Questions Asked and Dragstrip Riot, I think more than Chris D. himself does). While I’m a bit sad that I will likely never get to hear “Eyes Without a
Face” live, I’m blown away that I’ve been able to spend hours talking to Chris
Desjardins, and that I got to see the Minute to Pray lineup in Seattle a few
years ago. A band that seldom tours in any lineup, I never imagined I’d get to
see them once, let alone twice.
The first part of the following conversation is from 2015,
where I touched up a couple of issues from part one, but we soon segue into my
2018 interview with Chris, from a couple of weeks ago. Be sure to also read my Georgia Straight article on the January 25th Rickshaw show, and to
check out Border Radio on the 24th at the Vancity Theatre, with
Chris D. and writer/ programmer/ former Cinemuerte programmer Kier-la Janisse
conducting a Q&A. (I also did an interview with Allison Anders about that
film and much more, including her friendship with Wim Wenders, her shared
passion for music geekery with Quentin Tarantino, and her time in Vancouver
(she’s a big Neptoon Records fan and it is thanks to her knowing Rob Frith that
the interview even took place). The following is every bit as much about Chris’
writing, filmmaking, writing, and cinema scholarship as it is about his time as
a punk singer, but hopefully a few people will value that.
2015
So let’s go back to your
time writing for Slash Magazine… which of those articles was most important to
you?
The Sam Fuller interview, which was in the very last issue
of Slash Magazine - it was kind of a big, over-sized issue that we did, but it
was a little more elaborate for the last issue. I think it came out in the end
of 1980, though I maybe wrong about that. It’s a pretty extensive interview. It
meant a lot.
Was it over the phone,
or…?
No, we got to meet him in person, we went to his place up on
Woodrow Wilson drive. I don’t know if you’ve seen the documentary about him, The Typewriter, the Rifle, and the Movie
Camera.
That’s not the recent
one that his daughter did?
No, not A Fuller Life.
But there’s probably some of the same footage. He had a kind of garage
workshop, he had all of his stuff over the walls, and books and magazines that
he’d written for and a lot of his army memorabilia. It’s the room where he did
his writing, and we got to be in that room and interview him, so that was
really cool.
Do you have a
favourite Sam Fuller film?
Um. Gosh. That’s a hard one. I really love Pick Up On South Street, that’s probably
my favourite.
Mine too! Yay! Widmark
is great in that. What was Fuller like - he seems like a larger-than-life, very
expressive person. What was interviewing him like?
It was kind of what you’d expect. I mean he definitely is
bigger than life. He was very friendly. He was given to, like, really,
demonstrative pronouncements, and he was very no-bullshit. He hated the
bullshit connected with war. And he didn’t believe in a normal conception of
heroics and war. Just a lot of his take on the world and what really happens is
really refreshing.
That isn’t in print,
right? That material’s all gone? Were you tempted to bring it back for the Minute
to Pray anthology?
That’s stuff that I don’t own the rights to. I was actually
talking to - there’s a guy I know who was working at Slash near the end of the time that Slash Records existed, and he’s
been trying to mould the material into the shape of a book at some point, but
there’s so much material, it’s kind of daunting, and he’s got a lot of stuff on
his plate. [This book appears to have been published, note, but it isn’t cheap,
at least not on Amazon…The entire print run is now also apparently online. And note, as of 2018, Chris Desjardins adds: "I AM going to be reprinting that Sam Fuller interview for the first time since 1980 in my next film book (which is about international noir/ neo-noir/amour fou movies) and which probably won't be available for another year or two. I got Slash publisher Steve Samiof's permission."]
Tesco Vee did a
beautiful job with the Touch and Go
book. Something like that would be wonderful for Slash. Did you have relationships with the other writers? Like, were you in
the office, did you get to hang out with Richard Meltzer and…?
Well, I knew those guys of course, and I saw Kickboy [AKA Claude Bessy] every
couple of weeks or so. When there was an office, we would occasionally go in
and turn in our copy, because there was no internet at the time, so you had to
physically turn in your typed-up copy. I’d sometimes run into Jeffrey Lee
Pierce there and
some of the other people.
Let’s talk about
Jeffrey Lee a bit. I loved hearing the band do “She’s Like Heroin To Me.” What
was your relationship to him like? Where did you meet him, how did you end up
producing for him…?
I just knew Jeffrey through Slash, basically. Meeting them
up at the office, he’d turn in his reviews, and he initially was reviewing a
lot of reggae stuff. But he would review everything from blues to reggae to
punk, and we gradually became more friendly. When Slash Records started, and I
was working there, I heard - I can’t remember if he gave me the tape, or where
I got the tape, but I heard some of the demo stuff that he’d done, that later
became part of the album, the stuff he did with Tito. And I just thought it was
phenomenal.
I guess I don’t know
about this - Jeffrey Lee Pierce worked with Tito Larriva?
Tito produced half of Fire of Love. I produced half the songs (roughly) and Tito produced the other half of the LP.
Oh, I missed that. Did
you share any particular musical enthusiasms?
Well, yeah - I mean, a lot of the blues and country
influences that were on Jeffrey were on me. There was kind of a synchronicity
with a lot of people in the original Hollywood punk music scene. John and Exene
and I and Dave Alvin and Jeffrey Lee Pierce and Keith Morris had a lot of the
same musical tastes, even though Keith was really - you know, you think of him
as more of a hardcore punk rocker, but he had some of the same musical tastes.
So it was something that was kind of shared and just happening. People were
turning each other onto stuff - I can’t remember who turned who on to what. It
was like a real symbiotic relationship that everybody had with each other.
You also produced some
Germs stuff, right?
I produced some Germs stuff for Tooth and Nail, that compilation that Upsetter brought out, but the
Germs album, Joan Jett produced that, and later on, some of the material that
was left over, Bob Biggs licensed some stuff from Dangerhouse that they’d
recorded with the Germs, like “Lexicon Devil.” I think it was Dangerhouse -
maybe it was Slash that put it out.
Were you close with
Darby?
Not real close. We knew each other well enough to say hi and
make small talk for a few minutes, but I didn’t feel like I had a lot in common
with Darby. The one thing I admired about him was his depth of lyrics, his
lyrics were always really well-written.
Has there ever been
discussion of reissuing Tooth and Nail?
I’ve kind of stayed away from reissuing that because I
didn’t want to have to deal with the prospect of having to attempt royalties
and stuff like that, for the other bands. A lot of those bands are history, and
I just felt that trying to do that would be really more trouble than it was
worth, in terms of having to worry about who was owed what money or who had
legal claims. So I really kind of stayed away, except for the Flesh Eaters
stuff. Plus the Germs songs, for instance, are superior on the Germs album than
they were on Tooth and Nail.
What did you think of What
We Do is Secret, as a representation of
that scene?
Y’know, I didn’t see it. I heard it was terrible.
Mm. To come to your
novels, I just read Mother’s Worry.
It’s great - very dark, very perverse. And I was struck that there’s a scene
where Ray, your main character, watches is girl strip at a strip club, because
it brought to mind “Agony Shorthand,” about you watching your girlfriend strip
at a strip club [the Ivar, note, written about by Robin Bougie]. So it starts to seem like it’s a personal motif, for you, and
I wonder if there are other ones that we can talk about.
Not really. That stripper thing is just kind of a
coincidence. My girlfriend that I wrote “Agony Shorthand” about, I never
actually went to go see her strip. She was an amateur, she didn’t do it for a
living, she did it on amateur night at the Ivar Theatre. It isn’t really a
recurring motif. I don’t know why I had that character be a stripper, in Mother’s Worry.
Just a coincidence,
then. Okay. Someone was mentioning that there’s quite a bit of Harry Crews in
that book. Did you ever cross paths with him?
No, I never met him, but I was a big fan of Feast of Snakes, which was also set in
Mystic, Georgia. I made the town in Mother’s Worry the same town. It’s supposed
to be, like, years later.
There’s actually a
mention of snakes in it? Snake handling, or…?
Have you read Feast of
Snakes?
I haven’t.
There’s not really any religious snake handling in Feast of Snakes, but there is in Mother’s Worry. There’s a few little
things I put in there as kind of a homage to Feast of Snakes. There’s a flashback episode with the main
character, the male main character, who goes through a traumatic experience
with the main character from A Feast of
Snakes, who - I don’t want to ruin it for you if you read the book!
There’s a character from A
Feast of Snakes that pops up in Mother’s
Worry?
Yeah, in the flashback, it’s the one where they’re at the
juke joint and the character Joe kills this travelling salesman with a cleaver.
The other day when we
talked you recommended people start with No Evil Star. Why is that?
Because it was the first one that I actually completed in a
long time, and it’s one I really like, I think it came out really well. I think
it’s as good as Mother’s Worry.
What’s it about?
It’s about a Vietnam vet who is somewhat damaged from drug
use, and he’s the caretaker at a cathedral in New York, and his older mentor
from ‘Nam has kind of gone off his rocker and is kind of assassinating drug
dealers in Harlem and the Bronx and stealing their money. Then there’s also a
whole subplot of a mafia don whose underlings get involved with trying to shut
down a storefront rehab for drug addicts, and…just how all these characters
interact with each other. It doesn’t have a pretty ending.
Neither does Mother’s
Worry! Out of curiosity, is there any
other particular writer whose influence hangs over No Evil Star?
Not really anyone I can think of. I actually had a dream, it
was a pretty detailed dream, that became
No Evil Star. I sometimes have dreams that are in the form of movies, and
that’s where that came from.
I’ve always been
fascinated by writers and artists who have recurring dreams, repeated
structures. Robert Stone, who died just recently, used to talk about a dream
about being a smuggler coming into port, and he’s carrying contraband, and
knows he’s going to get busted, but no one is going to help him, and he just
has to sit there and wait for the axe to fall. If you know the dream, you can
see how it comes up in his work - in some of his short stories or in Dog
Soldiers, say. So do you have recurring
dreams?
Well, one that kind of informs No Evil Star a bit is a dream of like, getting to a point of being
destitute and homeless and having to do something like the guy in No Evil Star does, and be the caretaker
at some cathedral, with like, one room in a basement. It doesn’t appear in any
of the other books, but it’s a dream I have, a primal fear, which I guess a lot
of artists might have, of not making the rent and getting thrown out on the
street. Something I’m paranoid about (laughs).
Fair enough - I’ve got
to interview lots of people I admire and a lot of them are broke. It’s horrible
how we treat our creators. Let me ask you, were you happy with the [2015] mini-tour?
You looked like you were having a decent time, so will you do more shows?
Yeah, I’d like to do more shows. I know John really wants to
do more a lot more shows. Steve Berlin really wants to do a lot more shows.
It’s just a matter of people’s schedules. I’m hoping that we get to do
something during the summer at a festival.
It was really nice to
see how much fun John was having - he seemed to be the person on the stage with
the biggest grin. The last thing I wanted to ask you about was Mudhoney. I feel
like we should give them a bit of credit!
Well, they Danny Bland, who's Dave Alvin’s road manager,
lives in Seattle, and he’s the one who brought the Seattle show together. I
know he’s friends with the Mudhoney guys. I’m not really sure who told them we
were going to be playing. I know the fact that Mudhoney was more than willing
to open for us was a big shot in the arm and shows how great those guys are in
terms of camaraderie and being there - musician’s musicians.
I was actually
referring to the All Tomorrow’s Parties show. They were curating that, and
that’s what led to this lineup getting back together, right?
Yeah! That happened in 2006. They didn’t have a contact for
me, and they got in touch with John about doing that, and John called me, and
we discussed it and took it from there. It turns out everything worked out, we
got what we wanted from the festival, and it was great that Mudhoney took the
initiative to do that, because I don’t know if the reunions would have happened
if it wasn’t for them.
All live photos by Deb Frazin, not to be reused without permission; taken at the Echoplex, Los Angeles, 1.18.18.
2017
So what will the
current tour hold? Mostly a Minute to Pray, or will you be bringing in more Forever Came Today, since it’s a more recent reissue?
We’re going to be doing most if not all of Minute to Pray. There’s one song on
there I’d kinda like to jettison, but we’ll probably be doing all of it - it’s
only a half-hour long, and as far as I know - there’s one song from Ashes of Time, which is “House Amid the
Thickets,” and there’s one song from the Miss Muerte album, which is the song
“Miss Muerte.” We’re already doing one song from Forever Came Today, “The Wedding Dice,” but there’s a couple of
others I’d like to learn, and I’ve made that known to the guys. But so far we
haven’t been together in a room to discuss it. We’ll just - I would love to do
some other songs from some of the other albums, but it’s all about a matter of
time. We just did this two years ago, so for the songs they already know, I
don’t think it’s going to be a big stretch, but trying to learn new material…
the jury is still out on how easy it’s going to be!
What else on Forever
Came Today would you ideally like to
include?
I’d like to do “Secret Life” and “My Life to Live.” Ideally
I’d like to do “Drag My Name in the Mud,” but the song is pretty long, and it’s
got a lot of complicated dynamics, so I think it’s best not to even try that
one. If we have time there’s a song from Dragstrip
Riot called “The Youngest Profession,” that’s just one blues riff repeated
over and over; but it changes in the dynamics, the peaks and valleys in the
playing and the volume and the singing. It’s kind of more of a hard rock, blues
shout kind of a song. But - we’ll just see what happens.
(SETLIST ALERT! Those who consider setlists "spoilers" should not read this setlist, taken a few days ago at the Echoplex by Deb Frazin, Yes, this means you, Ford Pier):
If we could talk about
the movie for “The Wedding Dice,” the video - I don’t think we talked about
that when we last spoke.
That was something we did to support the Forever Came Today album. I was still
working at Slash at the time, and even though I didn’t have final say on Ruby
releases, Ruby was kind of the low budget subsidiary to Slash Records. Of
course, A Minute to Pray came out on
Ruby, the Gun Club’s Fire of Love
[which Chris D. did the front cover art for], Dream Syndicate’s Days of Wine and Roses [which Chris D.
produced; great album btw], Green on Red’s Gravity
Talks [also produced by Chris D.], Lydia Lunch’s 13.13, um… a couple of others that I can’t remember. But Forever
Came Today was the third Flesh Eaters album, and it was the second one that
came out through Ruby/ Slash Records. I can’t remember if I got some money from
Slash to make that video or not, I might have done it on my own dime, I can’t
remember. I do own the rights to the video; I don’t, of course, own the
performance rights - Warner Brothers, through Rhino, owns that. They didn’t, of
course, when the video was made. I had pretty much control over the making of
the video. I wrote a script for it. The guy who directed it, Gary Walkow, was
an independent filmmaker. He had optioned one of my screenplays, and I had
complete faith in him, that he would be able to execute what was in the script.
And he did a good job. Naively, I thought… this was when MTV was in a very
young state, before they had all their stupid reality crap shows, when they
still actually played a lot of music videos. But that being said, they really
had kind of a “punk rock ghetto” show called 120 Minutes that they would have on Sunday night. And, uh, if I was
as savvy then as I am now about the music business, I should have guessed we
would only have been able to get one or two video plays on that show, which is
what happened. It didn’t really get played on MTV. And, I was naïve, there are
a couple of scenes with blood, and they really weren’t doing that kind of
thing. The photography was kind of grainy - it looked like an exploitation
movie. Which is good, that’s what I wanted, but - y’know, whatever. It was
kinda disappointing - just these generally naïve expectations about using it as
a tool to promote the record. Some copies were made and sent out to big venues
in various cities and some other independent television shows around the
country, but frankly, I don’t think it got much play. It didn’t get any wide
dissemination until it got included as an extra on the Border Radio DVD.
Curious about Mary
Woronov, since she appears, and is also in I Pass For Human. I really enjoyed that the second time
through, by the way. What was your background with her?
I think I met her at some punk gig or at an art opening,
probably it was mid-1978, I’m not sure. But I ended up interviewing her for
Slash Magazine, because first of all she was really pivotal in being associated
with the Warhol scene. She was in Chelsea Girls, she was in a couple of other
Warhol movies. She was affiliated with the Velvet Underground. She did the
“whip dance” with Gerard Malanga as part of the Velvet Underground’s original
stage show when they were still affiliated with Andy Warhol, on that Velvet
Underground and Nico album. And I knew all of Mary’s stuff, I was a big fan of
hers, and I knew her from some of the exploitation movies she’d made out in LA.
So we hit it off and became friends and I did the interview for Slash. She was
a big fan of punk rock, she went to a lot of shows, then later she did some
cult films like Eating Raoul and Rock’n’Roll High School, which she hadn’t done
yet when I met her. I asked her to be in “The Wedding Dice” video as the
coroner just as a favour from a friend. It took two or three hours to shoot her
scene. She has been in and out of touch over the years, and then other years
when we get together and occasionally go to lunch. Back when I knew her in the
early ‘80s, especially when I was single, there were times when we would go out
and see movies together. I’m kind of out of touch right now. I saw her
about a year and a half ago at one of her art openings. There were so many
people I got to talk to her for about ten minutes.
Since we’re talking
about women in your life, I had an interesting coincidence where - I hadn’t
clued in when I was watching I Pass for Human who Lynne Margulies [producer/ editor on the film] was, then some
friends of mine were talking about Andy Kaufman, telling me to watch My
Breakfast with Blassie, and I was showing
my wife some of his stuff, and then I put two and two together - I hadn’t
realized that Lynne Margulies was the same person who was Andy’s last
girlfriend, and who directed I’m From Hollywood. And you were actually in a relationship with her?
We were together between 2001 and 2009. It was about eight
years, and we ended up moving in together about halfway through the
relationship. This is when I was working at the American Cinematheque in
Hollywood as one of the programmers, and that’s kind of how I met her. I
already knew her brother, who’s Johnny Legend, but I didn’t really meet her
through Johnny; she used to go to a lot of screenings at the Egyptian in the
early 2000’s, and they were a lot of the same kind of movies that I was going
to the screenings of: a lot of horror and exploitation movies that we would
occasionally show, and film noir movies. We started out as being friends, and
then it gradually developed into a relationship. And she knew that one of my
big dreams was to direct a low budget feature. I had quite a few scripts, even
though they were designed to be low-budget, they weren’t quite as low budget as
we needed, to try and do. So I wrote a new script, I Pass for Human, where I had an idea at least of a few of the
locations we could use without having to get permits. Anything we ended up
shooting on the street or on public property, we just did it on the fly, we
didn’t get any permits. You start trying to get permits for that stuff and you
get into all kinds of red tape and bureaucracy and impossible delays. It was a
good time to do that movie. We shot it in 2002. I got a leave of absence for
about a month from the Cinematheque to shoot the movie. She’d been a producer
on TV commercials, and actually had done pretty well for a few years, doing
that. And this was between the time that… y’know, she was Andy Kaufman’s last
girlfriend, and was instrumental in helping My
Breakfast with Blassie, which her brother, Johnny Legend, made, and I’m From Hollywood. I guess she did
something for this new documentary that’s out, about Jim Carrey and Andy
Kaufman, that I’ve heard is on Netflix.
Yeah, that’s gotten a
lot of buzz. Jim and Andy.
I knew she’d been trying to get a “making of” done, of the
biopic directed by Milos Forman [Man in
the Moon]. She had done a whole documentary behind-the-scenes, which in
some ways was more interesting than the actual movie. I know she was trying to
get that out to the public for a long time when we were still together. Jim
Carrey was into it, but Jim’s management was afraid at the time it would put
him in an unfavourable light. Because he’s kinda crazy in the documentary, Jim
Carrey. He insisted on remaining in the Andy Kaufman character even when he
wasn’t shooting the movie, so there were a lot of bizarre pranks they pulled at
Universal - I think that’s where they shot it - some of which got them into
trouble. But anyway, I’m digressing. Lynne knew I wanted to do a feature film,
low-budget, and she thought she knew where we could get $30,000. I used another
six or seven thousand dollars off one of my credit cards. And - she’d gotten
out of the commercial business, because she’d hated the kind of person it was
making her become; she was uptight all the time, got angry very easily, and she
saw the kind of havoc it played in people’s personal life that were producers
on commercials. I’ve since been an extra on a few commercials, and I’ve seen
firsthand the kind of insanity behind the scenes, in terms of really crazy last
minute scheduling changes, the kind of things you have to deal with. There’s
stuff that line producers have to do, especially if you’re a line producer on a
low budget film: you have to put together the production schedule, how you’re
going to minimize the shooting schedule based on access to certain locations on
certain days, access to when actors are available… we actually did it as a
low-budget experimental film, as far as SAG goes, so there were a few actors in
the movie that were SAG, so we actually got to play them the lowest rate that
we could do for a low budget movie, which I think was $100 a day or something.
And we had to bunch up a few actors’ scenes together, like Mary Woronov - I
can’t remember if we did her stuff in one day or two days. But there were a
couple of other people that were in SAG, too - the lead guy, Josh Coxx and
Jennifer Ciesar, who played Mila, who was kind of the crazy sociopathic
character… but Lynne was really good at doing that, at putting together the
budget, and really good at making it totally easy for me so all I had to worry
about was keeping the film on schedule for the shots, getting the shots on the
can, and getting all the shots we had planned. Since we shot it on video, we
didn’t have to worry about the cost of film stock, so - we were still limited
to how many takes we could do, because we had to keep moving in terms of the
schedule, but in terms of video stock, it’s so cheap compared to film stock,
you could afford to do two or three takes, if you needed to do it, because an
actor flubbed a line or maybe there was a camera flare…
We did a lot of
rehearsal on set, before each shot, and sometimes before the rehearsals were
over, we started shooting, just in case we got a really good take. Which
happens sometimes. But Lynne really carried the brunt of the insanity when
dealing with a lot of budget stuff and scheduling stuff, but there were times
when she really went through hell. But she kept me from having to deal with
that stuff, which is what a good producer should do. She was great. And I knew
she was going to be the editor on the film - she had access to a video editing
suite that she borrowed from Jim Carrey’s office. She was involved with Bob
Zmuda, who did Comic Relief for HBO, and she did a lot of editing for him, and
that equipment was in Jim Carrey’s office. I can’t remember who owned it, but
we took all that editing equipment, and - at the time we weren’t living
together, so we set up all the editing equipment in that bedroom, and, since it
wasn’t being used by other people, we got to keep that equipment on loan for
about a year, without paying for it. So we really got to take time, fine-tuning
the edit, putting in the music cues, adjusting the sound levels, adjusting the
colour levels, trying to get… there’s a lot of shot-on-video movies that don’t
really bother to go in and do rigorous colour correction and making sure the
blacks are as black as you can get them. That’s why you get a lot of movies
that are shot on video that look like shit, frankly. They’re overlit, they
don’t have black blacks. And we got around a lot of that, because we kept fine
tuning it and looking at it on VHS, on various VCRs. If we did it a bit later,
instead of 2002, in 2007, I’m sure we would have been using DVDrs, but VHS was
kind of in its dying days, and it was the easiest at the time to transfer rough
cuts to VHS… It was kind of challenge, but I think we really got a lot further
than some people who shot on video.
It looks pretty good,
though it’s really the story and the characters that are the hook. I enjoyed it
a lot more the second time through, actually. The writing is really solid.
There was one particular sequence that was a voiceover
flashback of the Josh character, where he’s recalling how he met his girlfriend,
Azami, who died of an overdose, and her dying and stuff. The scene where Jack
Hill has a cameo? And we had done a voice over with Josh, telling his story to
the character Jane, played by Eleanor Whitledge; and we gradually removed as
much voiceover from Josh as we could, to tell the story visually, and not
become redundant by him describing stuff we could see going on. Lynne actually
wanted to remove more of the voice over, and I was more cautious. That was the
only time where we kind of disagreed. We had a significant disagreement about
how much voiceover to leave in. Eventually it was resolved - I let a little
more of it go, but I know she was still unhappy with how much got left in.
(Jack Hill on the right, in I Pass for Human)
But
anyway… Lynne had gotten out of the commercial producing business because she
felt it was destroying her life: made her unhappy, made her angry. And she
always wanted to devote her time to painting, which was her real love, and she
would occasionally get editing jobs, because she was a good video editor. She
also introduced me to the people up in San Francisco, where I eventually taught
film history courses for four years, starting in 2009. Which was, ironically,
the year that she and I broke up.
I’m curious about the
ideas in the background. I know a lot of dreams of yours go into your writing
and your screenplays - I’ve read some of your dream journals, and I’m wondering
about the idea of having these undead junkie ghosts preying on the highs of
living addicts… where did that come from?
I can’t remember if I read it in a story or an article, or.
I definitely had a couple of dreams about it, before I got sober, in 1996. So I
had some personal experience to draw on. And there were times where I was not
in a relationship, I was alone a lot, I was being helped out financially by my
parents where I wasn’t working. There would be a few months at a time where I
wasn’t doing music, and I wasn’t making money from my music… I occasionally
would get temporary jobs. But there was a lot of time where I was just by
myself, and that was when I started working on the Gun and Sword Yakuza film encyclopedia, back in the early 1990’s.
But I had nightmares several times about spirits that were into feeding off the
negative energy of still-living addicts. And I knew I’d read some articles
theorizing about if there are spiritual beings. This is regardless if you
believe in God or not, if you do, if you don’t… I’ve always thought that people
that get caught, and who die of an overdose - I do believe in the soul, in spiritual
beings. I’m agnostic. It’s really hard to shake my Catholic upbringing, so a
lot of times it gets a bit confusing when I’m not paying attention, because I
revert back to my childhood beliefs. But I’m basically a person, when I’m
thinking rationally, I don’t believe in a God with a personality who is, y’know,
looking after some people and not others. But I do believe that there’s a realm
of spiritual beings, and that some of them are developed enough, spiritually,
that they don’t have to reincarnate, or they’ve been prohibited from doing so
by the rules of the game, whatever those are. Of course, I don’t know for sure,
but it kind of makes sense to me, as opposed to an actual omniscient God. Let’s
just say that I believe in the supernatural to some extent, and that includes
spiritual beings. The nightmares I had about it, some of the things I’ve read -
about how there are sex demons that really prey on people, that become sexually
addicted, because those demons, those spirits are no longer in a physical
realm, and the only way they can experience that sexual thing - or if you’re
talking about junkies, the drug high - are through melding onto the spirit of
someone who is still alive. I don’t know how much that happens, I don’t really
know if it’s my imagination. I personally don’t think it is - I think there are
evil spirits and good spirits. There are enlightened spirits and spirits that
are kind of caught in the middle, and then at the opposite end of the spectrum,
really evil spirits that enjoy inflicting chaos and harm on the human race.
These are fundamental spiritual beliefs that I’ve figured out, that make sense
to me. I don’t know if that makes any sense, or if I sound like a total
crackpot, but that’s just my spiritual world view.
I really appreciate
it. I’ve had interviewed different experiences with people I’ve interviewed,
and when it comes to spiritual matters - I’ve had a Canadian actor of some fame
tell me to turn off my tape recorder for a ghost story, a personal experience
this person had had, which - I could hear the story, but I wasn’t allowed to
record it. Jello Biafra told me when I asked him if he had religious beliefs that
they were none of my business. Michael Gira was a little nicer about it but he still
wouldn’t go there. Some people really don’t like to talk about this stuff, in
public, so I appreciate your candor. I was going to ask you about your
childhood habit of prayer, which you mention in (the book) A Minute to Pray
is something you still do… what does that
look like?
I still do, and it’s more of - I’m sublimating; I don’t just
pray to a kind of symbol of Jesus, I pray to good spirits as well. I like to
think that there are literally guardian angels. I hate to call them “angels,”
because it’s so Biblical, and there’s a tremendous amount of nonsense in the
Bible about how angels can only be men. Which - if there are angels, that’s
ridiculous. When we get down to it, if we’re talking spirits, why would a
spirit even have a sexual identity, a gender? They could be a combination of
male and female to begin with, or they could be genderless, and the only time
they get into gender is when they’re in human form. Or if animals have spirits,
in animal form. There’s a lot of stuff I don’t know about, but I think about
this stuff; it’s metaphysical, it’s spiritual. I wouldn’t call it religious,
certainly not in terms of organized religion, but it’s stuff I think about
sometimes. Because there’s too much manifestation in the worlds of art, creativity,
in writing, in literature - from poetry to music to movies… there are all
different kinds of artistic expression that I think really manifest something
beyond simple self-awareness. Self-awareness is a big thing to begin with,
whether it’s a curse or a blessing…
I think there are some animals that are
self-aware. They’re not on the same level as humans - I don’t think there are
animals that reflect, but you don’t know. There’s all sorts of animals that are
supposed to be as intelligent as humans, or equal in intelligence to humans.
They don’t have the capacity to speak, so we don’t really know. But, y’know,
there’s dolphins, where there has been a lot of research and scientists agree
that they’re easily the equal of humans as far as intelligence... They do have
their own kind of language. Elephants are another species that are supposed to
be incredibly intelligent. Pigs, of all animals, are supposed to be incredibly
intelligent. Of course, then you get into the question of, “why haven’t they
created this Utopia” or a kind of civilization, and I think it’s kind of
missing the point. It’s like apples and oranges, it doesn’t matter. It’s like
the same thing when you’ve got white European pilgrims and settlers,
encountering indigenous people in the Americas for the first time, and
believing them animals because of the way they lived, when really Native
Americans, whether they’re from Canada, what is now the United States or
Mexico, down through South America - and you’ve got the aboriginal people of
Australia and Japan - there’s a lot of indigenous people that didn’t come up
through a Euro-centric or Slavic background. The kind of notion that just because
they seem more “primitive” or less enlightened or whatever the case may be, [is
problematic]. You look at a country like Japan. There are the aboriginal people
that were there to begin with [the Ainu] - but you have a tremendous amount of people
that were undoubtedly migrants from China, from Russia, from what are now the
other mainland Asiatic countries - the Koreas, further south, Pacific
Islanders: there’s a tremendous polyglot mix in Japan, racially, that I don’t
think you have so much in China. I think China has got less of a mix of races
in their makeup, in their genes… I’m really going far afield with all this
stuff, but my point is, Japan was isolated from the west for thousands of
years, and the culture they did acquire was from China and mainland Asia. And
they assimilated other things, they created some of their own culture, of
course - they created their own spiritual beliefs. They’re kind of a country, a
race known for appropriating: what is now called cultural appropriation. Which
is now a big political hot potato, but I think a lot of it is misunderstood. But
Japan has established a really unique culture from that, and because they were
cut off from the west, and didn’t become connected to western civilization
until fairly late - I mean, they had some Dutch and Portuguese merchants
trading with them as early as the mid-1600’s, but they didn’t have a massive
influx of western influence until the late 1800’s. You get a language and a
culture that is extremely unique, very advanced, but totally different in
dress, culture… these civilizations that come up independently of influence
from other civilizations tend to vilify the other, the thing they don’t
understand. And - whatever argument you can give about being against the global
economy - and in many ways I am against it - there’s a lot of great stuff about
the so-called global village, and the exchange of culture, the fascination with
different foreign cultures. I think that’s one of the things that makes life
worth living, the difference in cultures.
I agree.
That being said, the whole idea of cultural appropriation that people are getting into now, especially with food, I think is fuckin' ridiculous. Mexican food, Chinese food, Japanese food, all kinds of ethnic foods - if people open up a restaurant in a small town serving Mexican food, and they're not Mexican, that's somehow like a no-no. To me it gets kind of ridiculous, like the pendulum has swayed too far in the other direction. I think a lot of politically correct stuff is like that. It's taken to an absurd length, and then it invalidates all the things you should be politically correct about, the things that are serious, like the continued marginalization and oppression of the female gender... Anyway, this is the kind of stuff that goes through my mind when I'm thinking about different cultures and spiritual beliefs. I think western civilization, Eurocentric civilization, especially as it's evolved in terms of progress, in terms of material progress to the exclusions of cultural or spiritual progress, it's one of the banes, it's one of the curses of this planet. You see the exact, concentrated epitome of that in the current climate in this country - mostly concentrated in the ultra-conservative right wing, but it's also in the neoliberal wing, which generally - money and profit is the bottom line. It's just that they have all these socially liberal ideas about maybe gender equality or LGBT issues. But in other ways, they're just as greedy as their ultra-right wing conservative opponents.
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If we could bring this back towards your music a bit, I know your band name Divine Horsemen comes from Maya Deren's film about voodoo in Haiti. And you've talked about possession and such in regard to A Minute to Pray, A Second to Die. And we talked before about the Santeria bottles on the back of The Fire of Love. There's the whole thing of the Divine Horsemen being the loa, who possess the dancers during rituals... It's kind of a vague question, but I'm wondering because there are Catholic elements incorporated into voodoo, if that made it more interesting to you. And then there's the whole question of African pagan ritual music, and African music that informed your making A Minute to Pray...
Yes. Umm... I think when you're getting down to the nitty-gritty, the very essence of spirit in a human being... the thing about religion is, it's people trying to organize the very ideas that I'm talking about, trying to establish patterns, trying to establish a
framework where they can kinda cherry pick the good and get rid of the bad, and
quantify and qualify certain attributes that are ‘virtuous’ or ‘good,’ and
those that are ‘evil’ or ‘destructive.’ So you’re looking at that instinct, that essence, to
establish that, to distinguish between the yin and the yang, the poles of positive and negative, good and evil, and of course there's a tremendous grey area, which fundamentalists... to me, fundamentalism in any kind of religion, whether it's Middle Eastern/ Judeo-Christian, Eurocentric or primitive, or a mix of religious beliefs... there are certain sects of Buddhism and Hinduism and Islam that are very black and white. There are other sects, certainly of Buddhism, that have virtually no strictures whatsoever, compared to western religion. To me it's very interesting, how those different organizing structures have evolved in different places in the world. The thing that's interesting to me, like, for instance, all the religious and spiritual imagery that's on A Minute to Pray, A Second to Die, or Forever Came Today, or the Divine Horsemen records [connects to] the very idea of getting onstage and using music as a way of transcending your physical self, lifting yourself up to a spiritual realm, [reaching for] a spiritual essence, which creativity is, I believe. There are all kinds of levels of creativity, from very rudimentary and childlike and very materialistic creativity, to abstract ideas that get expressed through creativity. There are cultural ideas, sexual ideas, ideas of love and hate and grief and joy - all different kinds of emotions that get expressed through art, creativity, music, literature or film. Some of these on a really infantile level, like - you see where the motion picture industry is now, tapping into the most infantile, childish emotions in the audience, especially with the proliferation of superhero movies. Which, to me - no matter how exalted or advanced CGI is, or whatever kind of special effects or technological wizardry they use - the story is so primitive as to be almost non-existent. They're templates, they're archetypes, with very little touchpoints with reality; they're pure escapism. They sometimes have pretensions of spiritual growth. I'm not a fan of Harry Potter movies, but I think at least J.K. Rowling was intending to integrate ideas about spiritual growth into her books. I'm not into that style of stuff, but I have respect for her just from listening to things that she's said. But I think the amount you have to dumb down that sort of mass market entertainment is unfortunate. I don't know if it's unavoidable. But you have to homogenize too many elements... I'm really against homogenizing elements, because what you end up creating are white bread versions that have no spiritual nutrition, so to speak. They're empty spiritual calories. It's like heavy duty carbohydrate intake that supplies you in the moment with energy but in the long run has no nutritional value. So - I'm using all kinds of weird analogies here, but I'm really into this kind of cosmological point of view of life and how everything is integrated together.
I get it, though.
So to me, art and creativity are kind of a sacred thing. A sexual thing, an expression of love, it can be an expression of sorrow, and grief, and loss, and anger. But those things are very cathartic and therapeutic to the human psyche. It's the way we work things out. It's the way we transcend our physical limitations, transcend our petty attachments to worldly things, to material things. That's why I think with art and film - especially film right now and especially pop music - it gets homogenized to such an extent that there are artists that have worldwide notoreity but to me they're instantly forgettable. They're completely interchangeable. They have no personality of their own. The different elements involved are synthesized from a lot of different music genres and homogenized to the point where they have no real personality of their own. And at the risk of being redundant, they're empty calories - empty psychological calories, empty spiritual calories, empty calories as far as catharsis. They're for a collective, for people without personality, without the energy or the courage to express their own personality, and what is individual about them. They take on the hive mind, the collective mind's view. Which in some respects you see the hive mind, if you're going to talk about bees or productive insects, which make the world liveable because of their pollination, their way of balancing out pests and vermin, things that are destructive to other species.... there's a real give and take to that, that's part of nature. At the risk of sounding too new agey, there's a balance. And the thing that I think is really destructive about human civilization, is trying to get their thumb in every single aspect of nature, every single - they want to control everything, the corporations. It's a real spiritual disease, and the kind of hubris and arrogance and egocentricy that go along with it - the intoxication it gives people who accumulate wealth and power - it's really a negative spiritual energy. I think that goes without saying, I'm stating the obvious. But a lot of people don't even think about that. A lot of good people don't even think about that. And a lot of Trump supporters and ultra-right wing supporters, they don't want to be bothered with that kind of stuff; they want black and white, they don't want grey areas. They don't want human frailty. They don't want diversity. They want everything to be as simple and uncomplicated as possible. Man became self aware, and it's only been manifested throughout the ages. The danger right now is that kind of negative spiritual energy could really manifest itself physically in a negative way and cause the planet to be a burned out cinder.
Yeah.
Getting back to the music, to me, doing the music, you're allowing some kind of spritual essence to come through you. I know when I start writing, there's a complex set of neurological things that are firing in my brain, but there are also things I don't think you can explain, chemically or electrically within the human body. I think there are spiritual energies from outside the physical being.
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[And that's true] whether it's a human being or an animal being - especially a human being; I don't want to get into equating human beings with animal beings or so-called "lesser creatures," because I think you get into that and you start becoming really arrogant and vain... it's one of human civilization's big flaws, is to not see their place in nature, in the so-called ecological biosphere. They see themselves as outside of that, and able to control it, rather than integrating themselves constructively. I mean, I'm sure this why other life forms from other planets that are more advanced than us haven't started interacting with us, or if they have it's very surreptitiously, because it's a very tricky thing to start fucking with that kind of spiritual evolution, and I think we have to work it out for ourselves, and at times, it really seems the planet is tipping into chaos. The negative, the uncomplicated, the fearful - the people who want to use fear as a tool - are winning, are going to destroy the planet. But that's when art, music, writing, film become really important, because it's a way to exorcise all that. It's a way to kind of burn sage in the room, to get rid of evil spirits. That's what I'm talking about with the exorcism. It's an exorcism not just of negative spiritual energy, but it's an exorcism of anything negative, whether it's negative emotions, obsessive emotional attachment that's fear-based, based on fear... I'm really going far afield.
It's okay. I was wondering about negative spiritual energy, though. I know people have responded to A Minute to Pray as being kind of "evil," and certainly rock'n'roll is constantly being called, or actually flirting with, the so-called "evil," or dangerous, or a threat. A lot of rock music seems to wallow in negative spiritual energy - I mean, we could look at anything from Body Count's "Cop Killer" to death metal to actual Satanic black metal... I like some of that stuff, but it indulges the darkness a bit. Do you ever have misgivings about that sort of rock music?
I think there's destructive pop music out there, and it's definitely soulless. I'm not into death metal or "death rock," so-to-speak. The Flesh Eaters sometimes get lumped in with death rock. I think death is a really important thing to write about and sing about. The film director Sam Fuller told me when I interviewed him, he told us, "the number one story" - being a former newspaper man, a really good newspaper man - Sam Fuller said, "the number one story on any given day, anyplace in the world is always death. Death is the number one story." And it's because there's a universal thing in human beings, because we're self aware, and we know we're going to die - we're fascinated by other people dying, and we have an almost apocalyptic fear of things getting out of control, and that death, be it on a mass population level or being murdered in a back alley somewhere, or murdered by your spouse, or shot by your four year old son by accident, that kind of thing is constantly in the consciousness of everyone. It's the 800 pound gorilla in the room, the elephant in the elevator, it's "duh: death." It's what we're all headed for. We're all gonna die. There's none of us that aren't going to die. Whether we continue as a consciousness entity after death, spiritually, I don't know. I kind of lend credence to it - more than the spiritual energy, the energy of the body changing into something else, and going on into infinity, but without a self-aware consciousness. I mean, that's certainly a possibility. And it could be just wishful thinking that I think we go on with a consciousness beyond our physical body's death. I don't know. My intuition tells me that you do hold onto consciousness. We have no idea if it's manifested in the same way or not. I can't imagine it would be, because you don't have a physical brain anymore, with endorphins and the same body chemistry that creates and represses emotion. So you wonder how emotion is going to figure into an afterlife. But... rock'n'roll to me, it's spiritual, and it's beyond good and evil, and I think it's more positive than negative.
John Doe with the Flesh Eaters, by Deb Frazin, not to be reused without permission
There's negative things about rock'n'roll, there's certainly negative things about punk rock, but punk rock, garage band music, the most abrasive kind of rock'n'roll, the kind of rock and roll the Rolling Stones originally did the first ten years they were together, that kind of rock'n'roll is a reaction. It's a reaction to church, it's a reaction to state, it's a reaction to morality dictated by a so-called authority, whether it's a religious or a sexual authority. It's a rebellion. And as you become older, you pick and choose. Some of those things you may have been rebelling against when you were younger, you may find are necessary to survive, in the world that we live in. There's other things that personally I'm always going to rebel against. I'm always going to rebel against sexual repression. I'm always going to rebel against inequality, racism, any kind of discrimination based on sexual orientation. Obsession with material things. That's one of the things I hate about what rap music became. When rap music originally started, it was about life, a lot about ghetto life. There was a lot of sex in it, there was a lot of concern about material posessions, but not like today, where it's sex and money almost exclusively. Unless I'm missing something - maybe there are rap artists that are popular, that are spiritually elevated and that are not singin' about that shit, I don't know. I'm just looking at what's presented to me through mass media, and it's really made me hate rap and hip hop music. It's made me hate the removal of the melodic.
DJ Bonebrake with the Flesh Eaters, by Deb Frazin, not to be reused without permission.
That's what I really came to hate about punk rock, too. Hardcore punk, I'm not a big fan of. Once in a blue moon, to listen to that kind of music, really hardcore thrash, is cathartic and it might be fine. But to me rock'n'roll has always been about taking something beautiful - a melody that is beautiful, that actually is maybe timeless; and you can have that melody at any point in the timeline of humanity, from before Christ to a hundred years in the future. And it would transcend musical style, transcend technological advances in conveying that music. But when you introduce instruments into the mix, with the melody, you create volume, you create something that moves the body, that moves the physical self... you're going to awaken certain kind of Dionysian things in yourself. You're going to awaken "the basics." Which I don't think is bad. I mean, sex is great, it's liberating, and it only becomes bad when it's selfish and used to demean somebody else, to dominate somebody else... I hate to use Pat Benatar as an example, but she had that very bald-faced song title, "Stop Using Sex as a Weapon." That's so pretensious, but it's an admirable sentiment, because a lot of people who do use sex as a weapon. There's a lot of men who can't get off sexually unless they're assaulting a woman, basically, exerting power over a woman. That kind of thing in rock'n'roll is out of place, and I don't think that's ever been the kind of sexuality that's been popular in rock'n'roll. You get the Rolling Stones sometimes - "Stupid Girl," "Under My Thumb" - that are misogynist on the surface. I don't think anything like that is out of place if you're singing about something personal, that happened to you. If you're singing about how all girls are stupid, or "I've got all girls under my thumb"... Um, there's things in those songs that are about personal situations, they're getting those emotions out. They're reactions to negative things that have been done to the lyric writer or the singer, that have hurt emotionally... you get those songs written by women, as well. You look at some of Patti Smith's or Janis Joplin's songs - really powerful women in rock'n'roll, or you get someone like Alicia Velasquez - Alice Bag, now - or Penelope Huston from the Avengers. There's a reaction to things in the zeitgeist, in the mass hive mind, the hot topic in society - whether it's the oppression of women or misogyny, or whatever it is. There'll be negative things said about men, about men in general. You're always going to have that ebb and flow. Because there's going to be reaction against negative energy that's from the outside. Music to me is a reaction, when it's well-done, and it's well-written, and it's well-performed, and there's some consciousness behind it... it's about righting wrongs, it's about disspelling myths, it's about creating new myths, new mythologies that are positive. It expresses negative energy, and by expressing it, expels it out into the universe to disperse... so to me it's largely a positive force.
The Flesh Eaters play January 25th at the Rickshaw Theatre in Vancouver, January 26th at the Crocodile in Seattle, and January 27th at Dante's in Portland (note! I previously wrote "Seattle" for that but no, Dante's is in PORTLAND! Border Radio will screen at the Vancity Theatre Wednesday, January 24th, with Chris D in attendance for a Q&A.