Friday, August 01, 2025

Overextended!

So here's the thing, folks...

I'm broke! Not in any way that I haven't been broke before -- it's not an emergency or anything. But I splooged bigtime during the folk fest (signed records! food trucks!), dug a hole, and now...

...I have a few big-ticket shows to see in August and September, a roadtrip, and a birthday for my wife... and no big paydays are scheduled... any income in August and prolly September is SPOKEN FOR. As of now.

Plus I haven't bought tickets for a few shows yet that I definitely want to see... I ain't even factoring those in yet.

And typically, I am also over-extended in terms of my writing. I have made promises to people, have a couple big projects to clear, and NO TIME AT ALL for extra considerations. There are some articles I am just shifting to the back burner for now until I've cleared some space... stuff that interests me ("The Secret History of the Secret V's," now there's an article I'd like to do!) but that's just gonna have to wait. 

If I've already said yes, I'll do something... I'll do something. If I've made commitments, I'm committed (financial or writing-wise).

But if y'all are wanting me to do something I have not agreed to already, this is not the time.

I'm doing okay, actually -- been enjoying the summer. Need to get some swimming in. Need to get some dancin' shoes (I wore the others out). And if I don't have another commitment, I might try to catch Asian Persuasion All-Stars on Sunday at the Powell Street Festival (I can scrape up the cash for some food truck food). 

I'm only just wading through my to-do list, though, and man is it packed... would be a great time for a windfall to fall on me... but also seems like a great time to curl up with a book. Been re-reading Crichton's Jurassic Park, that's a real good read. It's kind of nice to subtract the Hollywood dumb-down element from things... read the story as written for grown-ups... it's still very similar but a lot more corporate intrigue, a lot more "chaos." It's a good read... 

...maybe I'll get back to it...

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Darkish night of the soul

Having one of those nights where I find myself wide awake at 4am, wondering if I know what the hell I'm doing (which of course means I don't). Am I doing everything wrong? Am I following a principle, Doing the Work, or just running from self-realization and accountability? How long can I keep on running this way? Distraction, denial, lack of control... working hard for no money... spending what money I get at a feverish rate... being very generous with others with my time and effort almost as an apology for coming in so far below what my own standards for myself should be (if I had any)... putting a ton of time and energy into stuff that might ultimately not matter very much, that amounts to entertainment... neglecting things that do matter to fill my life with things that maybe don't... stuff I could do better... places in my life where I could have more control... choices I continue to make, that make no sense, because I feel like I'm stubbornly following some sort of thread, while other aspects of my life flail out of control...

And weirdly, tonight, Lemmy keeps coming up, as my case in point for how I don't really know what the hell I'm doing. How, the first time I spoke with him, I was terrified, but asked really kind of important and brave questions and came up with a hell of an interview, but how the second time, backstage at the Vogue, in person, I kind of blew it, kinda ran from the challenge. Questions I coulda shoulda woulda asked. How I shoulda gotten him to sign more records, rather than signing copies of a page of a rock mag with an article I'd done, to give to my friends... I coulda had my whole Motorhead collection signed.... he was game... I only kept one thing he signed for me. I think even he was a bit disappointed, after our pretty-great first interview, that I couldn't (or didn't) bring it, the second time... but you sit in a room three feet from Lemmy and make your brain work... the real anomaly is that the first time had gone so well... I lived up to my potential by accident, almost, that time... not control... I got lucky... I played past the fear, instead of letting it push me along...

Usually in the past, on dark nights of the soul, it's more important stuff that comes to mind. I pore over things I could have done better or differently with my parents, friends, finances, etc; times I lost control, didn't do what I should have, did or said things I still regret, or made choices that in retrospect seem grubby or embarrassing... second-guessing the last couple weeks of my Mom's life, for example, how if I'd done X, Y, and Z differently she might have made it out of the hospital... like, if the minute they revealed she had had a heart episode, I'd involved a cardiologist, we might have discovered that her bypass grafts were failing... I think each subsequent episode was a graft blowing... but by the time three of them had failed, it was too late... that's what I think was happening, anyhow. There were ways the hospital fucked us over, too, which played a role in it, stuff I couldn't have known, stuff that went on without them telling me... a lesser man would have sued or something... but so might a better man... but I hadn't made all the right choices either, so how to hold them accountable...? It would just have been displacing the blame I felt for myself... and/or trying to cash in...

Or, like, there was an inheritance that we got where we coulda bought a house, but instead we just used the money on life... I could have a house now... that's a favourite regret for darkish nights like this... shoulda coulda woulda...

Somehow tonight, it's Lemmy that I'm poring over. Like that matters. And why even think about dead people at all, you know, when there are living ones I could be doing better with?

Or, like, with my writing... my Youtube channel... I could be monetizing things... could find a way to set and meet a higher standard... do something as a source of income... I don't like the idea of ads. I don't like the idea of Patreon or so forth. 20 years of blogging for free... most of my writing is done for free... But I do, in fact, want and need money in my life... I should figure out how to do X so I can do Y and end up at Z, rather than muddling along, doing it wrong... seize the things I'm doing right... I don't slouch on housework, there's that... I keep myself entertained... I'm pretty good at my dayjob (sometimes)... uh...

Erika's up with a bad gut. Me I've got a bad brain. Will splooging this onto my blog help me put it to sleep?

I guess I should feed the cat first. Anyhow...

Friday, July 25, 2025

Gordon Grdina Trio live at Hero's Welcome: whoa

That was an amazing night. 

It's interesting how much skronkier -- freer, noisier -- Gordon Grdina gets on guitar than on oud. There were some real freakouts on the guitar, lots of shrapnel in his playing -- jagged and explosive passages -- but the oud must not lend itself to that kind of thing, because every single line had a melodic thread, a tunefulness: you could grab onto the tail and be pulled through, so to speak, whereas on guitar, Grdina flings you all over the feckin' place, takes you on a much more raucous ("rock-us") ride (also sometimes quite tunefully, including a very recognizable reading of "Hey, Joe," but there were also some near-Borbetomagus-levels of freedom when he was on guitar, if you see what I mean). I assume he came to the oud by way of guitar; I'd love to ask more about his relationship to both of those instruments -- if he feels he has more right to take more liberties with the one, or if, like, "oud-skronk" is somehow less desirable, less interesting, less pleasing? 

I remember Todd of the Winks going on mandolin-skronk voyages, often around covers of Sonic Youth's "I Love Her All the Time," and in terms of shape mandolins kinda remind me of teeny ouds, but... hell, I dunno. Been a long time since I've seen Todd on mandolin. Something to ask about, anyway.   

And an amazing night. Shot vid of three of the songs -- one from the first set on oud, a longer piece that opened the second set on guitar, and then, near the end of the night, I saw that a seat at the opposite corner was free, and so I quickly jotted across the room to get a different angle, because I'm shooting a weird number of things over Gord's shoulder lately (see also here). 

I did make one discovery about Hero's Welcome that I feel I must warn readers about: from where I was seated for the majority of the night, over my left shoulder, there was a framed uniform that must have belonged to a member of a military band or something, because it had ambitions to play along. Every time, in the first few songs, Tommy Babin hit certain notes -- higher ones, weirdly; you'd figure it would be the lower ones -- it would rattle and buzz in a most unwelcome way, kind of like having a hornet stuck in my left ear: "now with added percussion!" Grdina himself noticed it (he shot the uniform a nasty glance; it's level of musicianship was NOT adequate) and directed the sound guy over to do something about it, and it was very interesting that the sound guy DID manage to adjust the levels so the vibrations weren't as bad, but when Babin took a bass solo later in the night, it was still an unwelcome accompanist. I could lessen the buzz a bit by pressing my arm against it, but that got hard on my shoulder. So there's a helpful tip: when seeing shows at Hero's Welcome, beware that uniform! (Or sit somewhere else?).

Y'can see my handprint

And jeez, Kenton Loewen is real enjoyable -- best drummer I've heard in the Vancouver jazz scene (sorry, Dylan!) (though Al Wiertz was pretty amazing, too). Remember seeing Kenton 15 years ago in Vancouver with Eugene Chadbourne and Darren Williams -- think I caught him a few times with Doc Chad, actually (I did blog about those shows a bit and there is some footage of Chadbourne-Williams-Loewen at the Kozmic Zoo, which show I was also at... but it's not good footage, alas). Gonna see him again tonight with JP Carter and Haram's Emad Armoush on Granville Island... haven't been to Zameen before... doesn't look like they have food...

Most fun discovery of the night, though, was actually a different unit that Grdina has played with, because it connects with my time in Japan, when I was keen to explore avant garde music. Tim Reinert of Infidels thinks of me as a "rock guy," which I guess is true of late -- but there was a time, after Nevermind wrecked punk, back when Zorn was at his peak, where avant- was a prefix to almost everything I was listening to, and that overlapped with my time in Japan (1999-2002). Having noted that Michiyo Yagi was on the Tzadik label, I went to see a show of hers while I was there, doing avant-koto stuff (Ayuo was also on the bill, and maybe Yoshihide Otomo? I saw him a couple of times in Japan, as well as Keiji Haino and Ruins-Hatoba -- Tatsuya Yoshida with Omoide Hatoba, basically). I don't really remember it that well but I certainly enjoyed it at the time! Later, when I was volunteering here with Vancouver New Music, while I was more enthusiastic about Phil Minton (whom I interviewed) and Paul Dutton, I chatted with Koichi Makigami and enjoyed a few weird bursts of vocal improv that he did in the lobby of the Scotiabank Dance Centre, between performances (I didn't actually get to see his set but I enjoyed my interactions with him and bought a CD). 

Anyhow, imagine my surprise that Grdina has recorded both with Yagi and Makigami, in Kichijoji, a cool little western offshoot of Tokyo (where I saw those Keiji Haino and Ruins-Hatoba shows). Weirdly, Byron Coley's notes mention FUCKING NANAIMO, too (if I'm reading him right it's because that's where the label is based; I mighta said on Facebook that the album was recorded in Nanaimo, but that is wrong). It's pretty cool to be discovering this just a couple weeks after getting the "Seven Potatoes" album with Damo Suzuki doing his thing in Nanaimo, confirming my suspicions that the East Van of Vancouver Island is Nanaimo, musically speaking (and maybe in other ways too). I listened to about half an hour of this via Bandcamp on the ride home (and scored the vinyl off the Hero's Welcome merch table). Goddamn amazing stuff. 

I'm *never* gonna get to listen to this when my wife's home, you know? I don't think even the cat will dig it. 

Monday, July 21, 2025

Folk Fest 2025: Day 3, plus Trooper Fest, Day 3: I am my new hero!

Les Mamans Du Congo X Robin. All photos by me, not to be reused without permission

See my Youtube channel for abundant clips! 

I am my new hero. I began my concert experiences today at 10am at the folk fest. I finished them at 10pm at Trooper Fest 3, dancing enthusiastically to Rong. I was engaged in the pursuit of live music for over 12 hours solid today, logging in over 20,000 steps (probably at least 5,000 of which were dancing), and spending on the weekend upwards of $1000 on music and folk-fest related stuff ($20 for a water bottle? It's going to a good cause!). And that's with a media pass! 

I feel I have done music justice this weekend. And yet still I write.


Samantha Parton

Understand, from the outset today, I was still feeling exhausted, sunburnt, and slightly wonky-gutted from the day before. I was also awakened by the kitten after five hours sleep -- he is up at dawn and meowing, every morning, even after you feed him; I tried to go back to bed and he came to pounce on my guts, so I gave up... I then spent the next three or so hours writing, then woke Erika and we got on with getting ready, ultimately arriving at the Folk Festival at just after 10am. We set up at the South Stage gospel tent, and then I rushed over to the East Stage to see Sam Parton and Paul Pigat.

I really like Sam. She told me a story, a bit later, when signing a record, involving Peter Buck, who she shared a bill with the night of the Minus 5 gig, which was where I met her. I wish I could repeat the story -- it involves a gift I gave Sam that evening, that Peter was, uh, skeptical about. I can say no more, but it made me think Peter is probably a pretty decent guy (and made me wonder again about how badly burned he may have been in the music biz over the years). 




Sam signs a record, plus Kellie Loder and friend, background

She and I laughed about it a bit backstage, anyhow, and it gave her something cryptic to sign on my record (Sorry, whoever-you-are; you will not find the answer here [the question being, "Cookies?").  

Oh, I shook hands with Elizabeth May, who was saying hello to... who is that? Lennie Gallant? I have no idea. Again, this was a bit later (I asked her if she minded my paparazzi-ing her and she did not). 

Note: Jake Xerxes Fussell, who I shot here, has a song about ducks. Well, with ducks in the title, anyhow. It's an instrumental. 

Sharon Steele would see the duck and shoot vid of me with it. It came when she quacked. Someone else took the duck's photo, and Sharon remarked, "That duck's famous," referring, I think, to my earlier blogpost

But I'm getting ahead of myself, because Sam was on the east stage two sets in a row, the latter in a workshop with Fussell -- who did a touching song called "Jubilee," I think, which I shot a clip of -- and Kellie Loder, who did a great queer anthem about wanting to wear a suit when you're expected to wear a dress (shades of "Black Tie" by Grace Petrie, which I first heard last folk fest). I did not shoot that, but I enjoyed it, and had cause to reflect that I had joked with Petrie about having given Ferron albums to lesbians in the festival two years in a row (Petrie, last year, and Amythyst Kiah, the year prior), telling her I was going to make it a tradition! If a visiting lesbian played, I would get them Ferron!  

But, sorry, Kellie, I did not have a Ferron album up my sleeve for you today. I didn't know your music before today! If you are reading this, and don't know Ferron, and WANT to -- out and queer in Vancouver in the 1980s and still active today -- consider this my raincheque.  

...But you probably know her, anyhow (Grace and Amythyst didn't). 

Best food truck experience, 2025

Where was I? Ah, yes. Having enjoyed Sam's first set, I raced back to the gospel tent, where my wife and I were seated too far away for me to get any meaningfully good shots. I did, however, get to snap a few candids while I was autograph-whoring (successfully).


Who said there's no Hope for me?

I must say, though I did not catch the whole set -- also taking in a bit of Emily Wurramara on the West Stage, when I went on a toilet run -- I was most impressed, of the songs I heard, by Rich Hope doing "Gotta Serve Somebody." Regardless of it being from his Christian period, I think forced to pick a favourite Dylan album of the 1970s, I'd go with Slow Train Coming -- which I realize would be a contentious choice for most people. Desire is also awesome, but uneven. I certainly love Slow Train much more than Blood on the Tracks, though I concede that that is objectively probably the better album (I think I like Street Legal better than that one, too, and maybe Planet Waves). 

Y'know Mark Knopfler is on guitar on Slow Train Coming, right? Seriously, if you've missed that album...

Random musician not playing but attending #1: Sinead X Sanders!


Random musician not playing but attending #2: Katie Ormiston (of Pawnshop Diamond) 

Anyhow: Rich told me later that it was his wife that suggested that Dylan song (which Hope connected to Trump in the states, but I missed the intro. I gather it was potent, however). I don't know Rich's wife, but my compliments and thanks. More people should do Christian Dylan at the Gospel Tent -- it seems under-mined and rich. (Saved is good too, but less for songs, more for the energy of it). 

Rich also did the slightly more obvious "Further Along," which I also enjoyed, though much less; still, that is a gospel standard that has NOT worn thin for me, unlike, say, "Amazing Grace" and "This Little Light of Mine," which are just too overdone, bordering on "Kumbayah" territory: not at all inspired or exciting, from a music-snob POV.


But that's me. I was much, much more impressed (and I told her so later) with Meredith Moon doing "Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)". Do you know the story behind that song? I only learned it recently myself -- there's a whole Wikipedia page on it (you can also hear Woody sing it here). 32 people died in a plane wreck; 28 of them were Mexican migrant farm workers, and four of them white folks in the crew. The four white folks were memorialized by name in the news while the remaining 28 were listed just as "deportees." This is why the song makes a point of naming people:

Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

The brilliance of Moon including it on the gospel stage is that not only is it politically relevant, obviously, but it is also completely 100% lacking overt Christian content, while nonetheless being deeply, on the best possible level, Christian in its message -- a message that Jesus Christ himself, champion of the poor and downtrodden and confronter of hypocrisy and moral mediocrity, would clearly endorse 100%. 






Oasis of Song workshop: Gordon Grdina's Haram, Les Mamans du Congo X Rrobin, Bab L'Bluz and the African Chamber Music Ensemble: how many musicians can fit on one stage? (And which band is Peggy Lee in, anyhow?)

The other great politcally-relevant tune of the day, at least with lyrics that I could understand, came as a tweener, when Willi Carslisle did a Steve Goodman song called "The Ballad of Penny Evans." I didn't know that one -- an anti-Vietnam war song told from the POV of a war widow. He also did the only accordion song I heard this year, a cover of "Beeswing," which I much prefer on guitar, I must admit. Erika and I have seen both Grace Petrie and Richard Thompson himself do it this past year. It was okay, if not particularly suited to the instrument, though he did quip, memorably, that the squeezebox is the perfect instrument for the global socialist revolution, because you play both ends against the middle and don't care how many people hate it (ha!). He did an original in there, too, "Critterland." I liked that better, but didn't shoot it! 

Of course, there may have been political content in Les Mamans du Congo x Rrobin sets I saw, too, but I didn't understand any of the lyrics, so... I've gone ahead and posted clips; see here and here. I hope no one gets in trouble -- there seemed a clear anti-war theme to some of the "theatre" of their dance performance. 

Mostly I just danced myself. 

Emily Wurramara

There was lots I took in. Sometimes it was entirely on the fly: I'd take a trip to the port-o-potties or water refill station and take a minute to go see what's going on at the next stage over. Sometimes the high points weren't even musical. In some ways, the sweetest moment of the gig was when a shy woman named Betsy came over, seeing that I was waiting at the South Stage backstage for artists to emerge, and asked me if I would give the female artists lavender wands she had made with lavender from her garden. One went to Meredith Moon, another to her trombonist Charlotte, one went to Ruthie Foster, and then... I had two left over. Since Rich Hope's wife had made such a wicked choice, suggesting that Dylan, I gave one to Rich to give to her, and then I gave the last one to Fiona Black, with thanks: "I don't know if Betsy knows who you are but if she does, she'd want you to have one."  

You can see the wand I gave Ruthie, below. 

Most of the high points were, of course, musical, though. Derek Gripper did trance-inducing, beautiful, but strangely abstract guitar; I have not had anyone bring both Steve Reich and John Fahey to mind at the same time. I was pleased to see Gord and members of Haram checking him out.

Blue Moon Marquee were energetic and expressive and their swingin' five-piece incarnation was much more exciting than their two-piece tweener on Friday (which hadn't won either my wife or I; Sunday changed that). 

I only caught a bit of their set, but the Langan Band had great chemistry and such enthusiasm for playing, I mistook them for being Irish (they're Scottish!). The strangest moment was when the double bassist was suddenly raptured up to heaven, mid set (I jest): 

There was exactly one band that didn't raise my enthusiasm above the meh level -- though I couldn't really hear their lyrics, which might have changed anything. We left shortly after Ruthie Foster did "That's Alright Mama," taking it "back to the blues," she said, except the song, if I recall, was every bit as rockin' a rock tune when Arthur Big Boy Crudup did it as when Elvis did; the bluesy elements that Foster added were all her own.

It was awesome. My cellphone was kaput, by that point, and we did not complete that set, but only because we were absolutely satiated and exhausted (and I had a punk show to get to). Ruthie won us, rest assured. We're fans. We've got her new, Grammy-winning record, too (signed!). 








But the absolute peak of the weekend was Les Mamans du Congo. I actually don't want to post video of them at the moment until I know how they feel about it, but if you're looking for something amazing, go see them at Butchart Gardens on the 23rd. Or at Salmon Arm on the 25th. Or Calgary on the 26th. Dance, costume, theatre, and music unlike anything I have heard, that was nonetheless utterly engaging and danceable... I danced harder to them than I did to Rong doing "Run With Us," at the end of my adventures yesterday. That's sayin' something. 

As far as I know, Les Mamans du Congo x Rrobin will not be at this festival in North Vancouver on the 27th, but then... who will be? There is no indication, but it's free! 


Having bailed on both the Zawose Queens (one bit of performance with Elisapie aside), and missed Bab L'Bluz entirely, I was very glad to engage so thoroughly with Les Mamans Du Congo x Rrobin. 

I was writing previously about needing a thread to follow into music. I have not always found myself with a thread when it comes for music from Africa. Even the music of a great like Fela Kuti has long passages that don't move me much. But I would have bought Les Mamans Du Congo records in a heartbeat, if they had any. They were amazing. Seriously, if you can see one of their shows, do.


I have not posted that much about vendors this year, but I want to shout out to this friendly guy from Rudi Organics, which was the clothing vendor who most caught Erika's eye. 



Buying my wife a shawl (the one the Rudi guy is folding)

Haram, of course, were also terrific. That I did shoot some video of, which Gordon has blessed my posting -- slightly weird that I could only shoot from behind for this (the front was packed) but it pays off once Grdina starts conducting the audience...! Again, watching his hand gestures, conducting, I was reminded of John Zorn, but while Zorn looks aloof-and-in-his head, Grdina is also doing stuff like getting people to CLAP ALONG. There was no clapping to Electric Masada, as I recall. I think I gotta say it: Grdina>Zorn, at least in terms of the sheer pleasure I took from seeing Haram live. 


Then I went to that punk show, bought a Rong shirt, and came very close to moshing. Noelle had an All Cats Are Beautiful t-shirt, with Trooper's image on it. I'm not sure if she realized that that was MY JOKE on Facebook, in writing about Trooper, but I was flattered beyond words (it's an alternative to the more usual meaning of ACAB). She's doing another run of shirts, if you missed it (find her on FB as "Noelle McKee"). 

I want a Trooper ACAB t-shirt so bad. (No, no, not the band Trooper. The cat. See here. 3xl, Noelle, please!). 






Oh, and I shot one video of Rong; rather than competing with moshers, I went behind Byron's kit and did one song, shooting the band from behind. I swear that it wasn't until later that I realized, peeking at a setlist, that the song was called "Prolapse." I am very tempted to title the clip: Rong: "Prolapse" from the Rear. 

Probably a bad idea!