"When brilliant but erratic songwriter Rodney has to give a concert, spectres from his troubled past emerge to play tug-of-war with his well-being, torpedo his relationships (especially with his long-time manager and closest friend Samantha), and plunge him into a battle for his soul inside a giant fish."
Friday, November 22, 2024
Rodney DeCroo's In the Belly of the Carp
"When brilliant but erratic songwriter Rodney has to give a concert, spectres from his troubled past emerge to play tug-of-war with his well-being, torpedo his relationships (especially with his long-time manager and closest friend Samantha), and plunge him into a battle for his soul inside a giant fish."
Friday, November 08, 2024
Long pause?
I am tapped out. I did a big push to celebrate my 20th anniversary of writing this year, both here and in Vancouver papers, but I have exhausted myself and need a break. I donated a few fun things to the Straight on Bev Davies, Alex Maas, Grace Petrie, and Gustaf and direct you all to their website. I posted some vid of Gustaf (look it up if you like) and shot nothing of Grace, because Rogue Folk was videoing the whole night and they get dibs. One story: I gave Grace an Ivan Coyote book that someone else had given her already, because "apparently there's something about me that makes people think of Ivan Coyote," which was the funniest thing she said when NOT on stage. Hi to Graham Peat, nice to see you there, and we have to trade Election Night at the Rio stories sometime (Erika and I were there last time Trump won!!!).
Thinking of giving up on non-paying writing in general, with MAYBE the occasional exception of this blog, but if I'm going to continue, I may (gasp) have to monetize it or something. 20 years without ads (and none of those unseemly bi-monthly Wikipedia Begging Campaigns) is a good enough run -- and I would say I have served my community, paid my dues, so, like, fuggit. I will still do paid pieces, and I DO have a couple unpaid stories I have promised out (don't worry, Andy), but generally, there's a Dils song that comes to mind when it comes to writing... we also might think of Grace Petrie's song, "You Pay Peanuts You Get Monkeys, You Pay Nothing You Get Nowt."
There was someone at the show tonight with Queer as Folk vinyl and I pouted at her that "I thought I was the only person here with Grace Petrie vinyl" and she laughed and felt happy, so that was nice.
Black Angels -- go read it on the Straight, then go back and read the Bev piece, then read the Black Angels again, then the Bev again. That's how I'd do it, anyhow: they are interlocking and shed light on one another, kinda.
Peace out!
Sunday, November 03, 2024
Richard Thompson, Bob Mould, and Mr. Chi Pig (and Grace Petrie)
Gay punk rockers came up more than I expected at tonight's Richard Thompson show, but there's nothing to be made of it, really -- it was just unexpected. First off, Thompson explicitly referenced Bob Mould's punk cover of "Turning of the Tide" and said that his band was going to do a punk-informed recreation of Mould's cover of Thompson's original acoustic song, which, he told us, is about young British men running around Hamburg (I'm assuming he meant the Beatles? I didn't know the song so I can't do justice to the lyrics). It was very much like what you see on Youtube from Colorado, a few days ago... except it was live. Seeing Richard Thompson live really is kind of essential; clips (and recordings) don't really do him justice, I've found (I still bought his Austin, Texas DVD off the merch table -- it's really a peak live set, by me).
Then later in the evening, even if this was surely just me thinking this, I was surprised to find my mind going straight to Mr. Chi Pig during "Beeswing," specifically the verse:
And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay
For the chains you refuse
Fans of the song "Beeswing" should note that Grace Petrie, who performs in Vancouver on November 7th, has a cover of it; perhaps she'll do it? Petrie was by far my favourite "discovery" at the last folk festival (more on her to come; see also here), and she does have a debt to punk, but she's about 20 years younger than I am (and I guess maybe 40 years younger than Thompson), so our reference points are a bit different! (Billy Bragg is a common one, though, and Tom Robinson, and Thompson himself...).
Saturday, November 02, 2024
Anyone want a bowling ball? Alienated 20th anniversary report
The Minimalist Jug Band gets it. He brought, apropos of nothing, a bowling ball to the Alienated 20th anniversary gig, to put on the merch table. Later on, when I was reflecting on this, I theorized that maybe it was some sort of bat-and-ball "physical pun" but it was not: he'd found it and just thought it would be appropriate, since he had so much stuff already -- the washtub, the stick, some merch, and several pairs of pants -- to add to the burden and carry it too. It might have gotten a bit hidden on the merch table -- I used it as a structural element to prop up the 1894 mock-up cover -- and in fact people seemed to avoid the merch area, for the most part -- but no one even blinked or pointed at it; there was no "Why is that watermelon there?" moment, if you see what I mean. I confess that even I didn't think much about it at the time either. Then at the end of the night, when I was cleaning up the merch area, I was like, "Why did Al bring that bowling ball? Does he want it back?"
He was gone by that point, so I packed it home. It was, indeed, real heavy -- it's a full-sized bowling ball, not one of those junior-sized ones. I already had a bag of shirts and unused posters and my usual backpack and a bunch of other stuff to carry, but you can't just leave a bowling ball for Lana and Mark to wrangle. Luckily I had a ride home...
...So now I have this bowling ball and it's really heavy and he doesn't want it back and I have to figure out what to do with it and it seems like a SYMBOL of something, like... what if Sisyphus was doing shift work? What if there was some guy he traded off with? I figured I'd check to see if Bert Man wanted it ("Do you bowl?") but he doesn't. I feel, in fact, weirdly flattered that Al would pass this ball onto me, but, I mean, that doesn't mean I have shelf space for it, you know? (Suddenly I have this image of myself standing in a doorway in a raincoat: "Psst, hey buddy, wanna buy a bowling ball?")
Anyhow, people said real nice things about me, and Gord McCaw took tons of photos, and I had fun "eeping" with David on a few versions of "If I Was a Bat" (including one brilliant one to the tune of "The Monster Mash" which I had never heard before; I had not even realized when setting up the gig that it was Bat Week!). I spent enough time serving as emcee and otherwise running about doing stuff that I didn't really get to be "in the audience" as I'd have liked, but still was delighted to hear a few of the deeper cuts off 1894, like "Not in Your Town," "No Orchestra Required," "Snog," "To Hell with the Past," and, indeed, a bat-themed rewrite of "Work, Drink, Fuck, Die" that had eeps for a chorus, which I almost missed (I'd been outside saying goodnight to Rowan Lipkovits -- and making sure he got the accordion safely to his car! -- so I had to sprint to the stage to join in). Pete Campbell seemed to be singularly cookin' on the guitar and Dave Dedrick was very deferential about sharing a mic...
Rachel -- the "Strob" in Coach StrobCam -- couldn't make it, but Greg "Coach" Kelly and Pete Campbell, who I introduced as "Coach Cam" but who referred to themselves as "Coach StrobCan't," after something David said at a previous gig Rachel was also not at -- did a few bang-up originals, and a new arrangement of their own version of "If I Was a Bat" (which is closer to my "original tune" than the David M. version but has clearly become its own thing, which was kind of delightful in its own right: they've made it their own, which gives me hope for its longevity; the more bats, the better. More about the history of that song here). I was very happy to hear "Hockey Sucks" again and get it on video, and -- here's a little behind-the-scenes tidbit for people -- earlier that day had found the Johnny Hanson Presents Puck Rock Volume 1 CD at a library sale, which, it turns out, PETE DID NOT HAVE (see track 20, here). So I gave it to him (I already have one).
I must admit, Greg and Pete did a fine job without Rachel -- Greg's got a great voice! -- but I still sent her a Creature from the Black Lagoon and If I Was a Bat t-shirt, for Pete to give her when she's feelin' better. I believe I gave everyone who performed a bat shirt, but I might have missed Dave Dedrick? I might have to do another run, which I had not planned. Kent Lindsay needs one too... cost about $500 bucks to make them, all told, and I believe the only one I sold went to Enrico Renz, for his wife -- but, you know, I'd rather give away $500 in shirts than have $470 worth of them (and a bowling ball) left over at the end of the night! Plus Erika's parents got theirs, and her brother and a friend, and she and I got them, and... you know, no one got any MONEY for this gig, right? If you're wondering about the economics of it all, we had about fourteen paying customers and about fourteen playing musicians, which would mean maybe $20 per bandmember if there were no other expenses, but I'd also paid LanaLou's (they make most of their money on the bar and restaurant end so this was surprisingly doable) and spent $100 on advertising (and bought $150 of NO FUN stuff I did not already have). In the end, I pocketed what was left at the door and was only down about $550 bucks for the night!
Rowan -- who missed the start of the night, sadly, including Al's delightful "Dead Man's Pants," which Rowan's band The Creaking Planks are known to cover -- explained about the need to dig deep for surprising, fresh things to interpret on the accordion, after which he started his set with a Billy Eilish tune ("Bury a Friend"), then a Taylor Swift one. Both were great -- they are songs I don't know, because I follow no actually "popular" popular music, but you can't do songs like these on the accordion and NOT make them your own, you know?
I had mentioned to everyone, in the run up to the gig, that any bat-themed covers people had in their repertoires would be welcome, so of course Rowan went to Sesame Street for that; and then we ended on the Creaking Planks kids-birthday-party NIN cover ("Closer") where it sounded, at one point, like Rowan accidentally sang, "I want to fuck you like a teddybear." That might have been just my mishearing (they usually sing "hug" for their version -- a hilarious, sanitized, kidspeak tune, with references to mudpies and Nintendos and lines like, "Help me, I think I got a boo boo") but even if I was mishearing, it put quite an image in my mind, so I guess if I got that wrong, I don't want to know. Apparently next year is the 20th anniversary of the Creaking Planks, so if there's ever going to be more live music from the band -- who are dispersed everywhere around the lower mainland, with the biggest concentration in Nanaimo, apparently-- next year will be when it will happen. In fact, I believe I was at their first-ever gig, 20 years ago, which corresponded with the first-ever Vancouver Zombiewalk, and which had zombie-themed songs, yoking Roky Erickson, the Cranberries, Fela Kuti, and... was there some Harry Belafonte in that set? Does Harry Belafonte sing about zombies? Or was I thinking of the Kingston Trio's "Zombie Jamboree?"
Interesting that this blog and the Creaking Planks have been around almost the same length of time...
Anyhow, I think more video evidence will emerge sometime, but not as shot by me: my storage maxed out during Rowan's set and allowed me to put away my phone for awhile (the actual order of performers was Coach StrobCan't/ Minimalist Jug Band/ Rowan/ Enrico/ NO FUN, fyi). Thank you to everyone who played or came out! But in the end, I spent almost as much time onstage as I did in the audience, and it just wiped me out... I don't even remember what did Thursday night, but last night I was sitting at the Rickshaw and I could just feel my energy plummet, and contra my original plan to run back and forth between the Rickshaw and the Waldorf, found myself thinking, fuck, I've seen the BB Allin show, I've seen Kid Congo... I could be home in bed with my wife... why am I doing this to myself? There's a level below which, if you drop down that far, you just have to listen. I hit and passed that level before Kid Congo even took the stage...
I was still glad to have said hi to a few people (including Byron and Kristy-Lee of Dead Bob, bracing for a post-election US tour, and to Emilor, who I gave my second-to-last bat shirt). But in the end, I just went home. At least I didn't have to carry a bowling ball!
Actually, Al -- who I also shot a bit of video of, note -- gets the other funniest story of the night, too, which involved my song, "Bald Man with a Hat," which he covered as his first tune (I think it's the first time I've seen Al do a cover?). He stumbled on the lyrics and got, if you will, contagiously embarrassed onstage, but the thing he didn't realize was that, far from being, at first, touched and flattered by the gesture, and then disappointed when the gesture got flubbed, I was sitting in the audience not even recognizing my own song. At the start, I was, like, "Wait a second, Al is not remotely bald; why is he singing this?" (he did have a hat, at that point, but he has a very full head of hair under it). When he started referencing Doug Bennett, and how Doug used to tease his male audience members who were wearing hats by saying that men in bars with hats were bald underneath -- I was like, "Jeez, don't I have a song like this? This is a weird coincidence." But I wasn't clear until afterwards that it had been a cover of something I had actually written and sung myself -- I mean, who the hell uses the word "shnooks" in a lyric? (And I've never ever considered hair implants). It's not quite as, uh, weighty a thing as the bowling ball, but it still seems vaguely meaningful that Al was feeling bad to mess up lyrics I didn't even recognize were mine long afterwards. Ha!
Anyhow, that's it - the Alienated in Vancouver 20th anniversary gig report. I'm going to have to start "saving my bullets," as Ford Pier puts it -- there's a lot of music I want to see over the next couple of months, and a few articles I'm committed to doing, so I can't afford to waste time/ energy/ money on things that I am not really, truly enthusiastic for.Friday, November 01, 2024
Night Court has a new album! (and is opening for Kid Congo)
And BEST OF ALL, they're playing tonight at the Rickshaw, as the first opening band for Kid Congo Powers, who at least some of us were going to see anyways!!! (See my archival interview with Kid Congo here -- including vintage Bev Davies photos of Kid Congo with the Cramps. Was I supposed to correct something in that? Fuck, maybe. Oh, and see my newest interview with Bev Davies here -- my second in less than a year; see the previous one -- the Montecristo one -- here. Is it a wonder that I appreciate how prolific Night Court is?).
F.Y.P. "Predict the Past" https://recessrecords.bandcamp.com/track/predict-the-pastGuided by Voices "Game of Pricks" https://youtu.be/MjZ6HL-8WK0Ramones "Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue" https://youtu.be/rf6Yv4lMhhs?si=A3MR5Nc8U7BE_pOdWire "Fragile" https://youtu.be/fJoLkMAzq10?si=tW-VuoxqrQB0SU1KMike Krol "Fifteen Minutes" https://youtu.be/yhfMBWWZUMc?si=KhD32DTv4FteNOtX (keep in mind the song doesn't start until 20 seconds in.. great video too)
So none of these bands write exclusively short (under 2 minutes if that's what we're considering short) songs including the ones you named and many others but we did notice lots of good songs are short so that's just what came out.
When we started writing stuff which is the stuff that became Nervous Birds One + Too, that was our specific mission operative- to trim any fat and make the songs as brief as we could make them while not losing their charm or integrity. Ambitious or dumb who can say? But it's a format that has worked so far so we've sorta inadvertently stuck with it.
That's interesting (as are all your questions here so thanks!) although i wouldn't necessarily say that was our intent. The Nervous Birds stuff was experimental in that we didn't really know what we were doing and didn't even know at the time that we'd do anything with those recordings, it was only after they kind of turned out cool that we pursued making this experiment a band; as you may recall Emilor didn't even join the band until after most of that stuff was recorded due to the Covid lockdown. HUMANS! was the first thing we recorded as a band and in our "studio" that we built. Some, although not all, of the songs we had played live prior to recording which was also a first, so i would say those songs were maybe a bit more sussed out. We probably did experiment a bit more when it came time to record just to see what we'd get. For this one we've actually gone back to that i think? We have been playing some of the new songs this year but not until after we'd recorded them from what i can remember (but to be fair my memory is terrible lol)
I think I heard "Captain Caveperson" at the Green Auto gig I saw a couple months ago, but my memory is terrible too. But I'm going to be there tonight! (Then race to the Waldorf as soon as they are done to catch BB Allin and the Stabbers!).
More info about tonight's show here!
Lickin' Betty's shit! (Is this a bad idea for a title? See below)
Dear Betty Bathory:
I hate being one of those guys who pester people about set times, but people who do that are usually attempting to miss opening acts, while I am doing so in the hopes of catching two of them in different places: so when the hell does tonight's GG Allin tribute show* take the stage at the Waldorf?
Because correct me if I'm wrong, other than maybe one show at the Rickshaw opening for someone else, the show tonight is only the second time BB has played Vancouver since I wrote about "her"! (What are BB's pronouns, anyhow? Do I need to worry about this?). It's also only going to be the second time I'll be seeing, uh, "him" ("You?").
People I think are scared of your BB show: with your proclivities for smearing your (homemade) shit on people, pissing on the audience with your tiny cock, shooting IV drugs, and so forth. I think I heard someone grumbling about the cleanup...
Me, I won't miss a second chance, but there's a problem, because I've been waiting to see Night Court at the Rickshaw since they hadda pull out of that Avengers/ Pointed Sticks gig a couple years ago (my first interview with them, note), and they have been added to the Kid Congo Powers double bill (see adjacent blogpost). So my plan, you see, is to start at the Rickshaw for Night Court, bus to the Waldorf for BB, stay for some of the Ramores, because I've only seen them the one time, too, then bus back to the Rickshaw for at least some of Kid Congo!
(Who I had already had a ticket for when I realized that the BB/ Ramores show was on the same night).
I mean, it seems workable. I might even get to see some of Coverage. Haven't done two gigs in one night in a good while (one time, Bob and I saw the Judges, the Alien Boys, and Bison at three different venues in one evening!).
Hope to see you tonight, but if I'm late, I'm probably on the bus from the Rickshaw or something.
A.
PS there is an earnest Youtube folkie female who appears to actually be named BB Allin. I find this very amusing.
PPS: Note: "homemade shit" is a Fugs reference. Do you know your Fugs? I will buy you the next copy of this record I see, if not. For other people, note that Betty's shit smells vaguely like patchouli and chocolate, and you may find yourself tempted to lick it, if you get any on you. Up to you!
*People who do not know GG are directed to Todd Phillips documentary Hated; yes, the same Todd Phillips who makes the Joker films. His first movie was about GG!
NOTE: Betty says she goes on at 10 so this is PERFECT - just a bit of bus fare!
Saturday, October 26, 2024
Why bats? The story of "If I Was a Bat": My Cancer, My Wedding, and NO FUN
Like the title of the under-sung Polish vampire film says, I Like Bats.
If I was a Bat
By
If I was a bat, lord, if I was a bat
I'd eat lots of mosquitoes
Til I got really fat
I'd come out in the evening and fly around so free
If I was a bat, would you still love me?
If I was a bat,
I guess I would be blind
to all your imperfections
or at least I wouldn't mind
I'd hear your voice ring clearer
for all I could not see
If I was a bat, girl, would you still love me?
Eep eep eep eep
Eep eep eep
If I was a bat
I'd fly by every night
I'd hang outside your window
Til it started to get light
Then I'd creep into your attic
And sleep so safe and sound
If I was a bat, would you let me hang around?
If I was
If I was
If I was a bat
If I was a bat
How would you feel ‘bout that
That's a bat drawing by Erika's Mom, Linda, made in 2017 as part of a wedding gift to my wife and I. That's when the song as we now know it came into the world.
Unless my timeline has gotten scrambled, I had proposed to Erika before discovering that I had tongue cancer -- which manifested as a sort of chancre on my tongue that did not go away, bled, and was quite painful at times. When biopsy results came back positive, I was in a panic. The doctor who I was referred to, who has cut out parts of my tongue on four occasions now, is a bit of an old school look-and-see type; rather than subjecting me to tons of testing to determine the size of the tumour -- which would waste time and allow the cancer to grow and spread -- he scheduled surgery as quickly as possible, with the intent of just cutting into me and finding the cancer thus (removing a margin around the affected area when they could then test: if the margin was free from cancer, he'd know he got it all).
All of which made sense to me, but a result was considerable anxiety: would I awaken with no tongue? Would I be able to speak? Would I be able to kiss my wife? I had followed Roger Ebert's blogging when he was losing more and more of his vocal tract to cancer, and kept track of Christopher Hitchens decline due to the same sort of cancer, squamous cell (which he died from in 2011). My terror was palpable. And somehow, my worry that I would be transformed into something I could not recognize, and my fear of the impact that would have on my relationship, brought the song back to mind. Would my wife still love me if all I could say was "eep"?
To document my voice at the time, I sang my version of the song in a Youtube video. Those of you who know me only as having a speech impediment may find it interesting to hear my "old voice." As I explain in that video (I think), Erika and I re-arranged our wedding plans, so we could get married before my surgery, that the latter not impact the former; our wedding was a rush job, held at a golf course banquet hall in Duncan, BC, in March of that year.
This was a very meaningful thing for me: my history with M's band, NO FUN, is long and not bat-centric enough to bear retelling here, but I had also liked them since childhood, having both the 1894 cassette and the Snivel box when they came out in the mid-1980s -- in addition to the Vancouver Complication, on which they feature, and the "Don't Leave Me Hanging/ It Came from Heaven" 7 inch -- so it meant something to me to have someone whose music I had long enjoyed play a song I wrote, even if his version was surprisingly different! Various friends of mine were present to hear the first performance of the song. But it took on a life of its own, and has remained in David M.'s setlists since, with me eventually invited up onstage with M. to perform the tune. I have "flown the bat" and joined in on background Eeps on a few occasions now:
Further enriching the story, David's friend and bandmate Pete Campbell (of the Sweaters and Wardells and Pink Steel, who I also have a long history with) did something delightful at the Princeton, surprising me by having his current band, Coach StrobCam, work up an arrangement of the song that followed my original tune (I had no idea he was going to do this, though I believe the recording there may not be the first performance thus). M. also wrote other variants -- "The Bat Variations," if you will -- some of which you will be able to hear next Wednesday at the gig I have arranged to mark the 20th anniversary of this blog, also featuring Coach StrobCam and several other friends of mine, oft mentioned on this website.
But there is much more to the story, with a US label, Atomic Werewolf, steadily releasing NO FUN's back catalogue into the world, "If I Was a Bat" now exists on 7" vinyl and CD, on the Eep Eep Eep Eep EP. This marks the first time that a lyric of mine has appeared on physical media. Copies of this will be on sale at the gig, thanks to Atomic Werewolf's Kent Lindsay (interviewed here).And of course there will also be music (and other merch, including, possibly, copies of the first-ever vinyl pressing of NO FUN's 1894. The cover artist, ARGH!!, will be present, likely with merch of his own. This version of 1894 has been re-imagined slightly for vinyl release, but looks terrific, and is also not going to be around in vinyl for very long, so fans of NO FUN are encouraged to take action ASAP.
Wednesday, October 23, 2024
A bunch of gig posters for cool shows, this weekend and the next!
A bunch of shows coming up that I'm really excited by -- a weirdly stacked week -- but only some of them have gig posters (there is an I, Braineater/ Braineaters gig Oct. 31 at LanaLou's but no poster for that!). This isn't even getting into the NEXT week, which will have gigs by Gustaf (opening for DEHD at the Rickshaw), Grace Petrie, and the Black Angels... no time to write much about any of these, but here's some posters (the first one was designed by Erika!). Note: THESE ARE NOT IN SEQUENTIAL ORDER and begin THIS FRIDAY (in two days).
Friday, October 18, 2024
Of the Minutemen, Saccharine Trust, Universal Congress Of, the Unknown Instructors, and the upcoming Corsano/ Baiza/ Watt gigs: "Fight Using Your Balls"
Note: I have updated this article near the bottom with some post-show notes but I have NOT completed the Baiza transcription. More pressing, time-sensitive stuff presents itself, so give me a few weeks. If you've enjoyed this, check back in November or something?
The Minutemen in Vancouver: D. Boon, George Hurley, and Mike Watt, by bev davies, July 6, 1984, Waterfront Cabaret, not to be reused without permission.
1. Bev Davies shoots Saccharine Trust and the Minutemen in Vancouver
I began writing this thinking that Bev Davies had never photographed Saccharine Trust. We had talked about it, and I told her when they had opened for Black Flag in Vancouver (July 3rd, 1982). She didn't think she'd been there. I wrote a couple other contemporaries of hers -- Lynn, Don -- but nothing turned up. Who knows, I thought, Dave Jacklin might have some -- more on him a bit later -- but I didn't want to cold-call him, schmoozing for images ("Hi, Dave -- we don't really know each other BUT..."). I found a few people -- including a Jak -- who were involved in or went to Saccharine Trust's Victoria gig, a couple days prior, but with my recent feature about Bev in Montecristo talking about the magic of asking her if she has a photo of so-and-so in her archive, to discover that she does, I was hoping for a vivid illustration here. Sure, she had images of the Minutemen, also very cool... but we've seen some of those before! Saccharine Trust are a far harder band to find good images of, there was really only one chance (as far as I know) for her to have shot them, and... how cool would it be?
Guess what? Bev double checked her dates, dug back in her rolls of film, and here we go: NEVER BEFORE SEEN photos of Saccharine Trust in Vancouver, with Joaquin ("Jack") Brewer on vocals, Joe Baiza on guitar, Earl Liberty on bass -- you've seen him in the Circle Jerks lounge scene in Repo Man -- plus the drummer was probably Rob Holzman. Of course, Joe Baiza is playing Vancouver soon with Mike Watt of the Minutemen and improvising jazz drummer Chris Corsano. We'll get to that show presently, but trust me, interested parties will want to read all of what follows. (There's a lot).
So first: who is this band? This is what Saccharine Trust sounded like in the early 1980s, if you're curious, back when they were one of the very first artists on the SST roster. That clip is from the year of what is still, I think, their best-known release, the 1981 SST EP Paganicons (copies of which can still sometimes turn up new, when boxes are discovered in a warehouse somewhere; I got a brand-new first pressing a couple months ago at the Full Bug in Duncan, whose proprietor, Matt, reports a sudden influx of vinyl rarities by bands whose name all began with S... I think I got some Screaming Trees out of that box, too, and apparently there were some Saint Vitus albums that surfaced...).
Truth is, I was always more partial to their second album, Surviving You, Always, from 1984, the cover of which is a photograph of a woman named Evelyn McHale in death, after having jumped from the Empire State building; a somewhat famous photograph, discussed here and a bit more below... Surviving You, Always is an ambitious, unusual, slightly deranged and utterly unique art-punk album, one of those rare records that still sounds wholly original and idiosyncratic forty years later; not even Saccharine Trust themselves ever sounded quite like this again (actually, did they ever release two albums that sounded the same?). Who was it that said it was like having "Jim and Jimi in the same band" -- Meltzer? Christgau? It's apt: you get tripped-out 60s-style visionary poetry rants from Brewer and guitar-centric sonic frenzies from Baiza equally rooted in punk and improvised music. "YHWH on Acid" -- the album's "deepest cut" -- sounds like Albert Ayler could step up to the plate at any minute and start skronkin' on ya. Or try, say, "Our Discovery" as a starting point -- it's got passion and drama but not quite the same intensity of spiel -- or if you want something punkier and tighter, "Craving the Centre" (beware: there is some mischief afoot by which that song is often mis-identified online, but that link is right. Some of Baiza's hookiest punk playing there!). Baiza sounds right at home on SST, like a graduate of the Greg Ginn school of guitar, in terms of freedom and fury, but I enjoy him much more than Ginn; and I mean, ferchrissake, his Allmusic bio is by Eugene Chadbourne, who calls him "one of the great guitarists to come out of the so-called punk rock scene of southern California."
From a Saccharine Trust SST press kit, from the collection of Phil Saintsbury; thanks, Phil!
The band would get jazzier and even a bit funkier over the next couple of albums -- try "Longing for Ether;" you'd never guess it's the same band, two years later, except maybe for Baiza's giddy, dense note-clusters. And then Baiza has other, still jazzier projects, like the Universal Congress Of or the Mecolodiacs...
That I'm aware of, Saccharine Trust only ever played Vancouver that one time, July 3rd, 1982, at the West End Community Centre, opening for Black Flag; that's the only Vancouver date listed on this tour history. Some variation of I, Braineater -- the newest incarnation of whom will be playing a Halloween show, note, more on which maybe later -- also shared the bill, and a band called The Wrecks, who I do not know. I found this gig poster on the above-linked site, too -- the same guy with the tour history (his name is Hector Kirkwood and he's collecting posters and memorabilia for the band, if you have any! Best I can figure, he's the only person keeping record of Saccharine Trust on the internet... when he sees Bev's photos he'll shit!).
Saccharine Trust also played Victoria, two days before, at the O.A.P. Hall, again with Black Flag but with the Subhumans headlining (which is fun to see: yay Subhumans!). The Neos were also on the bill. I lifted this poster from Hector's site, too:
And of course, Vancouver and Victoria bands played with Saccharine Trips on trips south -- I was letting Murray Acton know the other week that Joe Baiza of Saccharine Trust was coming to town, since Murray likes adventurous guitar stuff, when he told me about opening for them at a show, though I can't tell you offhand if Murray said it was with the Dayglo Abortions or the Sick Fucks/ Sic Phux or where it was. It might not be on Hector's list, as well.
I don't think Baiza has played here otherwise? I might be wrong there. But the Minutemen played here, also in a July, two years later, at the Waterfront, and Bev was at that show, too. A different photo of hers illustrates a Nardwuar interview with Mike Watt, here. Bev also shared this very purposive-looking Watt:
But here's the funny thing. I had originally planned to tell you about how a photo Bev took of that concert was one of the very first encounters I had with the Minutemen. (This introduction circles around not one but two mistakes of mine). At age 16, out in Maple Ridge, I had read about them once in an issue of The Rocket, where there was a review praising both their classic 2LP release, Double Nickels on the Dime -- released the very month of this show! I believe I had seen them mentioned once before, in a 1982 issue of Creem with Joan Jett on the cover, where someone had interviewed Morrissey griping about the tedium of touring, which attitude the Creemperson thought "sucks the hairy balls" (I believe that was the phrase) compared to the hard work on the road undertaken by bands like the Minutemen, blazing trails and igniting/ creating a fresh new scene in the early days of punk... I paraphrase as best I can, because really, the only phrase that remains verbatim in my brain is, "sucks the hairy balls." I didn't know who the Minutemen were at that point but they CLEARLY were cooler than the Smiths...
But -- SPEAKING OF BALLS -- the decisive factor in getting me into the band was a photo that ran in the August 1984 issue of Discorder, just after that gig took place. The thing that captured me here was the words written on D. Boon's t-shirt: Fight Using Your Balls.
Whatever else I may have heard about them, more than any single other early encounter, I am pretty sure it was trying to visualize the art of ball-fighting that got me into the Minutemen. I didn't have/ hadn't heard Double Nickels yet, so before I was poring over the lyrics to "Political Song for Michael Jackson to Sing" (which, while we are lingering in the genital region, we may note contains my #1 favourite usage of the word "dork" in all of popular culture), I was trying to figure out what the band exactly was hoping we would do with this commandment, or what it really meant: even on the hottest summer day, after a warm bath, my scrotum is not long enough for me to, like, swing it and clobber anyone, and even if it were, the resulting impact would make me the immediate loser of the fight, leaving me curled up whimpering in the corner. There is the sense, of course, of balls as "cojones," "huevos" -- the base of manly power -- so the phrase still has a macho swagger to it, but however tough it may sound, the reality of fighting using your balls is utterly self-defeating. It's like a Zen koan, a peace-slogan in disguise, affirming and sabotaging your manhood in a single imperative. "Use my balls? Fuck that!"
More than any other factor, it was this photo that set me on the path to Double Nickels, combined with that glowing Rocket review. And for about 40 years, I've thought it was taken by Bev:
Before we get to who actually took the photo, a note about that image and caption: if I've got my nautical terminology right, Mike Watt just explained to me on Facebook that that's his writing on the left (relative to the viewer), while "Peoples' Victory in El Salvador," on the right, is Boon's. Quote Watt:
allan, that writing on his shirt on the starboard side is my writing, his writing on the port... we bof had something to say! by the way, I've tried golf only once and was really terrible (everything was grounders) and they spelled d boon's name wrong but I remember digging this gig much cuz the people of vancouver were most kind to us!
The funny thing about all this, though -- I am only just learning now, having tracked it down, flipping through the Discorder online archives, is that it's not a Bev Davies photo. It's taken by David Jacklin. Bev did take photos of the band at that gig, and I'm very happy to share a few with you, but the photo that set me to bugging her, the one that made such an impact on me, the one that I was hoping she would find so I could run a proper version of it here (not just a cut-and-paste from Discorder) was taken by Dave! Oops.
All these years, I was wrong.
But I was sure I'd seen a photo Bev took of D. Boon with the invitation to testicular violence clearly readable. I'd previously asked her for photos of Watt, but now it seemed to me, maybe Watt and Baiza and readers might like to see her image of the late, lamented original guitarist and singer of the Minutemen, too?
I wonder what D. is thinking about here?
Dennes Dale ("D.") Boon, RIP, by bev davies, July 6, 1984 at the Waterfront, Vancouver
By the by, if you've missed it, the documentary about the Minutemen is on Youtube, and it's really fun.
2. Mike Watt, George Hurley, Joe Baiza, and the Unknown Instructors
Flash forward to 2007. I'd only started writing about music a couple of years prior -- in particular, the Nerve Magazine. The Unknown Instructors had released their second album; they were an improvisatory rock group that featured Joe Baiza of Saccharine Trust on guitar and Mike Watt and George Hurley of the Minutemen on drums. That team had been yoked together by a poet named Dan McGuire, who recited poetry while Baiza, Watt, and Hurley (or the odd other guest) played (except for on their fourth album, from 2019, which I only just found out about, which has J. Mascis on guitar and Baiza contributing vocals, again with McGuire as leader; apparently the music on it is more composed, less of a jam-session). I interviewed Watt, Baiza and McGuire around that time; Watt was also just starting his touring with the Stooges, which also came into play. My favourite song on their second album -- "The End of the World" -- does not appear to be on Youtube, but it is on Spotify, if you use that service. Baiza's guitar is amazing on that cut...
Life Lessons from Unknown
Instructors
A chat with Mike Watt, Joe Baiza, and Dan McGuire
By Allan MacInnis
“I’m in the big life classroom and what I need is more homework” – Mike Watt, from his Stooges tour diaries.
Unknown Instructors’ guitarist Joe Baiza and bassist Mike Watt have a long history together. Even before the Minutemen formed, “I’d see him around at the punk gigs, you know?” Watt relates in a booming, jocular voice (he’d answered the phone “Watt!”). “The scene was so small, and there’s always the same dude showin’ up, but you don’t really know him. And he’s from the next town to us, called Wilmington, and he moves in below me and D. Boon – well, D. Boon’s apartment, where me and D. Boon started the Minutemen. We started writing the songs without amps, and we didn’t have a drummer, so we would stomp on the deck the whole time. He thought it was these two insane guys living upstairs! And it was me and D. Boon!” Watt laughs. “There wasn’t a lot of Latin cats in the early scene, and he was very distinctive in his look and shit. ‘That’s the guy we seen at the gigs! That’s Joe Baiza!’ Yeah, punk was trippy at first. What a coincidence that that would happen!”
Joe Baiza reports that Watt was a driving force behind Saccharine Trust’s first show, back in 1980. “We hadn’t played any gigs – we were just rehearsing, rehearsing, practicing – all nervous, you know? And Mike calls and says, ‘Hey, you guys want to play a party?’” (Baiza does a boisterous and loud Watt impersonation.) “I go, ‘What, oh, no, no, we’re not – a party?’” (Baiza exaggerates his own timidity by dropping his voice a notch, then returns to Watt-boom:) “‘With the Minutemen – a backyard party with us!’ I said, ‘No, no, no, no – we’re not ready. We’re not ready to play yet, I don’t think so, Mike.’ ‘You’re not ready?!’ – and then he started layin’ into me. ‘You’ll never be ready! You guys are just scared! You’ll never be able to play!’ – He started giving me all kinds of crap, you know?” Baiza raises his voice to Watt-level, indicating rising to the challenge: “‘Okay, then, we will play it! I’ll show you, Mike! I’ll play the party then!’ ‘All right, I’ll put you down – next Saturday!’ or something, ‘All right, see you later,’ and he hangs up. I go, ‘Fuck, we’re gonna do a gig...’ It was good, he kinda pushed us into doing things.”
Though he doesn’t complain, Baiza’s had a fairly bad run of luck. He had a hand busted when racists attacked him in Germany in 1997; more recently, he broke his thumb on the job, and worse, has just discovered he has carpal tunnel syndrome, which causes his hand to go numb when he plays. Unknown Instructors vocalist and bandleader Dan McGuire reports hearing Baiza and Saccharine vocalist Jack Brewer joking that they’re cursed. There’s some logic to that: SST have discontinued most of the band’s back catalogue, and Greg Ginn won’t re-issue their excellent second album, Surviving You, Always (“he says it costs too much to manufacture it,” Baiza deadpans – this in the age of the ultra-cheap CD). The band’s reunion recording, The Great One is Dead, recorded in 1999 for the obscure German label Hazelwood, is in limbo and almost impossible to find [note: it is now online and even got a North American vinyl release: SEE THE END OF THIS SECTION], as are most of Baiza’s other recordings with the Mecolodiacs and the Universal Congress Of. Oh, and Saccharine’s vibe player, Richie Hass, is being treated for cancer – though he’ll be playing live with them this summer. [Richie died the next year, in 2008]
I asked Watt – who produced various Saccharine projects and played bass on their improvised SST release, Worldbroken, why he thought he and the Minutemen became so well known, while equally inventive SST bands like Saccharine Trust are not. “I think a lot of it had to do with circumstance,” he tells me. “My best friend got killed, you know, and Saccharine didn’t have that. That’s a horrible way to get known, y’know? So I know people are missin’ D. Boon, and I know when they hear me play they hear some of D. Boon a little bit, because his playin’ went so much on me. I don’t think I’m more deserving of it than Saccharine, hell no! Those cats can fuckin’ blow, man!”
Watt agrees that the new Unknown Instructors album is a lot stronger than their previous release, The Way Things Work. “The first one is a little more apprehensive,” Watt admits. “We’re totally afraid! You understand, me and Georgie” – Minutemen and fIREHOSE drummer George Hurley, who signed on with Watt – “we’re from workin’ people, we don’t really come from musical traditions. It’s scary, but in order to learn, you’ve got to put yourself in challenging situations. So even though you’re going to shit a pecan log, do it!” He laughs. “The really interesting shit is where (guest vocalist, Pere Ubu’s) David Thomas actually conducted us, not just with words and poetry but with his hands. It was the greatest thing ever, it was wild!”
With apologies to Smog Veil, the label that released both Unknown Instructors albums, it is pretty difficult not to think of California’s SST Records when listening to them. Not only are three key members (Baiza, Watt and Hurley) from the SST roster, the new album, The Masters Voice, was recorded at Total Access, where many vintage SST releases were recorded; it’s co-produced by SST fixture Joe Carducci; and the disc features a vocal appearance and cover art – of a dog with its ears perked up – by SST artist Raymond Pettibon (Greg Ginn’s kid brother – you knew that, right?). Practically the only non-SST member is Ohio poet Dan McGuire, a longtime Minutemen/ fIREHOSE/ Saccharine Trust fan and, at 39, the junior member of the band. I asked him about the pooch on the cover.
“Actually, I think (Pettibon) drew that for the first album, and we didn’t end up using it. He copped that from a line in a thing called ‘Creature Comforts’ about a large curious Doberman.” Pettibon came up with the caption and the band, liking the invocation to attentive listening, used it for a title. “My friend thinks (the lyric) says, ‘large curious doorman,’” McGuire laughs. “I get that all the time. People are quotin’ shit back to me and it’s better than what it was to begin with!”
McGuire is a bit perplexed by how often his recorded recitations get associated with the Beats; he figures it’s an immediate leap people make when they hear poetry and music combined, though he does riff off Ginsberg’s “Howl” in “The End of the World” (which finds him “hallucinating semen lithographs flashing in the tongue of cunts.”) “I don’t know what you would call it – it’s not a homage, it’s not a parody, but I wanted to try and take what he did and condense it and say, ‘I can say this in much shorter order.’ Like, Ginsberg is probably the only Beat poet I know very well at all. I’m into a lot of different poets and different styles of poetry.” (The name of the band is taken from Yeats’ “Gratitude to the Unknown Instructors.”)
The semen lithograph cut, “The End of the World,” is, McGuire and I agree, the centerpiece of the album, largely due to Joe Baiza’s blistering, overdriven guitar work. “That was the track I immediately grabbed, I was like, ‘That’s the one,’” McGuire says. “That was the end of a frustrating day, so what you hear is everybody just goin’ at it as hard as they can. It’s kind of the atmosphere of what was goin’ down – we were having some trouble with the engineer, George was late, all kinds of nightmarish shit happened that day, and that was the end of the evening. So it’s basically everyone just going berserk, which I personally like.”
Unfortunately, there are no plans for the Unknown Instructors to tour. Watt tells me he would “love to” play live with them again, “but there’s a lot of commitments to other people,” including, of course, Iggy and the Stooges, with whom Watt is currently touring.
McGuire got to see the new Stooges lineup in Detroit.
“It was absolutely mind blowing. I mean, I could not believe it,” McGuire says. “You know, they let people crash the stage, and I was very good about it. I let other people cause commotion and just slid up and went up onstage, and I’ve never seen Mike happier anytime in my life. He was doin’ like, Broadway leg kicks and humpin’ his amp, he was doin’ all these moves and shit, but he was smilin’ and he was singin’ the song to me. I’ve never seen him so jacked up. And to see Iggy... I was like, ‘What in the fuck?’ There’s a definition of genius, in this book by F. Scott Fitzgerald called The Crack Up, and he says that ‘genius is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in your head at the same time,” and what Iggy was doing was exactly that. I’m like, ‘This is incredible!’ - because he was running around all unhinged, but you could tell, he was in total charge of everything that was goin’ on. He could hear every note... I just couldn’t believe it. I was prepared for it to be pretty cool, but I was stunned, it was so heavy. I’m guessing I’d prefer to see them like that than I would back in the day when it was a complete riot/ circus. I like seein’ it all tightly wound and put together!”
[For the final, shorter version of this, which ran after having seen the Stooges with Watt, I added the sentence, "Note: Watt humped his amp in Seattle, too. It was pretty cool."]
[Oh, and The Great One is Dead finally got released over here on vinyl and on bandcamp]
3. Mike Watt on the Stooges
Hey, want to read my Mike Watt interview, focusing on his time with the Stooges? It's already on my blog! I actually have an unpublished interview with Watt which I held back because I wanted to time it to the release of a different project of his, which to my knowledge has never come out... That conversation deals a lot with his work with Nels Cline, including discussion of the album Contemplating the Engine Room, a nautically-themed album inspired by Watt's father; somewhere Watt told me that Rickie Lee Jones was a big fan, which has always stuck out as a cool, weird detail... Try to visualize Rickie humming along to "Black Gang Coffee"... I wonder if Baiza has ever played this stuff with Watt live... that's Nels...
4. Previously unpublished, archival interview with Joe Baiza
Now around the time I was doing that interview, I was also writing for Razorcake, but I was actually kind of a difficult cat back then -- a big ego, lots of opinions, ambitions that I would Become an Important Music Journalist (yeah, right). Maybe I'd write a book! So I was a bit bitchy with the editor of that publication, especially when errors got added to pieces. I wrote a few things for them but I also bitched a lot and that relationship frizzled.
Which meant that one piece I'd planned for that publication, a talk with Joe Baiza, never saw print, save for the brief excerpts above. (I pitched it another couple of people after that but had no takers, so...). I've gone back to my box of tapes for this, dug out a cassette player, bought some double As, and... here you go, transcribed for the first time. I have simply stolen this image off the net somewhere. That's Baiza in front, circa 1985.
JB: I think he sent me an email, but I had met him once before when I was on tour with Mike Watt. I played for Mike for about a year when he had Contemplating the Engine Room, and then in Toledo, I met Dan there.
AM: I got that impression, particularly listening to the second recording, it sounded like that George and Mike had some definitive thing that they had worked out, working on a groove, and you were layering stuff over top of it? They established the pattern and you ran with it.
JB: I like the second one!
AM: Like who?
5. Corsano/ Baiza/ Watt Trio
[Audience wasn't bad, chatterwise, but I ducked out at one point, was alone in the back room trying to send a text to Joe Baiza -- he wanted to see this article and gave me a number but how do you text to a US number? -- and there are video games and stuff back there -- Hero's Welcome is a well laid-out bar, tho' I think it's key to get their early if you're there for the music -- and there was a guy in a Big Boys shirt who I think was hopin' on some PUNK ROCK who came back to shoot deer on a video game while the band were playing. It wasn't that noisy but I was pretty amused, imagined a thought bubble over his head, like, "fuck this jazz shit, I'm killing something!"
[TBH jazz isn't really in my wheelhouse either these days but I thought it was interesting to try to engage with this new music and I sure would have bought an LP of it if they'd had any available. Customs interfered in that, sadly. I would have bought a shirt if they had any that fit, but nada there, too. I realized at some point that I've only actually seen three people do sets of improvised guitar stuff in my entire life: Nels Cline, Eugene Chadbourne, and now Joe Baiza... and though he's nowhere as wacky/ playful as Eugene, what kind of surprised me (given that Baiza has toured with Watt in Nels' place) is that what he did reminded me more of Eugene than Nels in his playing. But I can't do it justice.... real interesting night, hope someone gets a record in, maybe that's what Ford was talking to Watt about, but maybe not... I couldn't hear... just snapped a photo...).
[BTW re: signatures at one point I did get to chat with Chris Corsano, as well, who looks about 20 years younger than he actually is (late 40s) and told him I would have brought something for him to sign as well, but I only had a CD of his -- Immolation/ Immersion -- and who cares about signed CDs? (I mean, some people, but...). I did say it fuckin' rocked as an album, though, and got a grin out of him. If y'all like Nels Cline and don't know that album, it's... not Wilco!).