Monday, August 04, 2025

Death Sentence and the Ripcordz


Syd Savage front and centre for the Ripcordz

I don't feel like I was able to give the Ripcordz a fair shake last night. The sound was pretty rough at Funky's, with the guitar and especially the vocals somewhat buried; couldn't hear a word Paul sang, though I enjoyed his between-song patter and liked the vibe of the guy (anyone who titles an album
More Songs You'll Never Find On Spotify Because Fuck Those Guys is all right with me). 


And rough live mix or not, the band still got an energetic, positive pit going -- a fun pit to watch, and occasionally I pointed my phone at it when shooting vid. They played with enthusiasm and commitment and tho', yeah, it's one old guy and two young'uns, the bassist sure had charisma and fun tattoos! If I weren't stone broke, I'd actually think about goin' to see them again tonight at Bully's, where I think maybe the sound will be better. 


Truth is, though, Death Sentence kinda stole the show, at least for me; I knew the songs -- especially the killer delivery of "In Flames" -- so the sound quality wasn't so much of an issue, especially where two chugging, driving guitars were the main feature. I have seen the band about five times before, each time in a different configuration, so that helps... Actually, if I've seen them play with more fire than last night, I don't remember it; it would have been in the days of Pete Cleaver, if so, but that was a long time ago. Syd is in great form, really commanded the band (he had seemed a bit tentative, the first-gig-back, with "Betty Machete" in the Pete-role, but he's definitely the bandleader now). 


Shot some vid of that, too, but not "In Flames." That I wanted to dance for (but I avoided the pit, kinda tucked myself in between the stage and a pillar. I don't like bein' collided into!







Funky's toilet was also amazing. Best punk rock toilet in Vancouver? I posted about that on one of wendy's DOOR GAL DIARIES threads, which are always a fun augmentation of shows she's at. Someone named Travis Green had commented about the puke in the sink during the Funky's glory days, when wendy was booking the space (I suspect a lot of the graffiti is a leftover from those days). I replied that in fact, there was puke in the sink right then, as well. The rest of that exchange went like this: 

Travis: like for fuck sakes, there is a toilet right behind you! Why the sink?

Me: I would have to look in the toilet to answer that question.

Travis: oh for fuck sakes, Noooo!


Actually THAT INTERACTION was probably the high point of the night, but "In Flames" rocked, too. 




I'm actually still feeling swamped with gigs and writing-pressure and financial pressure and so forth, so I'm trying NOT to write about everything I see... but it's difficult. I also won't BE at Bully's. I have other commitments. But y'all should go. Especially if you live in New West! Bully's has done substantial remodeling, has a huge wide stage now, and I suspect the sound will be wayyyy better. You can walk there from Columbia Station, too! 

Sunday, August 03, 2025

I, Braineater, the Scammers, and the Repossessors: photographic evidence and notes

I had never really watched the development of a major Jim Cummins live painting before. I've seen photos of them in action -- including a classic Bev photo of Cummins doing a painting behind the K-Tels with Wimpy and Jello visible in the pit. And I watched one Bowie Ball portrait being done. But it was nothing on the huge canvas that Jim was working behind the merch table at LanaLou's this past Friday, when I, Braineater headlined a gig with the Repossessors and the Scammers. 



It was interesting to watch him work, to check in on the painting -- a tapestry of the cartoonish damned -- over the course of the evening, in-between trips to the bar or the bathroom: how he did a fast sketch of the entire foreground, working left to right, then worked right to left doing a second pass, adding details, adding background faces, adding shadow and detail. The initial pass was crude and cartoonish, but very expressive and free. Things got more vivid each time I went by... 




These three detail shots were about half an hour in-between. I'm used to seeing Cummins' work quite worked-on, glossy and polished and "finished," but was surprised how much I found myself gravitating towards his "sketch." It got cooler by the hour. I don't know if the finished work is actually finished, but it's really delightful. Maybe it will be on display at his next home gallery show, August 16th? 







Of course, there were also the opening bands to enjoy: the Scammers were a trio of South Korean street punks who were so enjoyable they merit their own article, which I will link here when it's up. I'd see them again in a minute! They did originals and covers ranging from the Varukers to Rux and Crying Nut. I shot a clip of their last two songs here, but it doesn't capture the hints of reggae or rockabilly that crept into their music. Everybody I talked to was pleasantly delighted. The photos here are mine, but Art Perry was there, too, if anyone is looking for professional-level images...







Then the Repossessors -- who I was surprised to learn are a two-piece -- took the stage. Aaron Brown and Dave Bowes could be heard to joke that it was a hell of a name for a band to take in a live music context, suggesting guys from Long and McQuade showing up to confiscate your amp. The singer's Repo Man shirt was fitting and fun to see -- wonder where he got it? They did a few flavours of punk, and even a cover of Link Wray's "Rumble." Then near the end of their set, after a brief bass-drum snafu, they launched into the most hardcore song of the night, called "Hardcore." Talesha had been up front dancing and was quickly shunted to the side by the Koreans and their entourage. Exuberant moshpits are not usually a feature of the LanaLou's experience, so that was real fun to see. Talesha observed later that it was "rude" to suddenly have her territory taken over but she still thought the Scammers were excellent, when they weren't colliding into her. I documented the whole episode here





By the time I, Braineater took the stage, I was satiated and aware that my wife hasn't been sleeping well; I wanted to get home by 12:30, which meant sneaking out around 11:45... which I did. But -- peering over Talesha's shoulder -- I shot my favourite new Braineater song before I went: "Bunny." I've seen I, Braineater more in the last year than in the course of some 40 years prior. It's interesting to realize that -- since I have no memory at all of the Bags of Dirt, which makes me think I may have missed them -- Jim is quite possibly the first punk performer I ever saw, back when he opened (along with Bill of Rights and House of Commons) for the Dead Kennedys on the Fall of Canada tour, October 20th, 1984





We talk about that time in the issue of Big Takeover I mentioned in the previous post (now with added Art Bergmann). Alas, I won't be able to be at Jim's space on the 16th -- I'm booked up! -- but if you haven't done a Braineater show, he's an integral part of Vancouver's musical history. (He'll also be sharing a bill with JOHN OTWAY next March, when Otway returns to Vancouver! More to come on that). 

Now I better get my Scammers feature squared away... someone book that band again soon! 

Saturday, August 02, 2025

I, Braineater tonight at LanaLou's - plus the Mt. Lehman Grease Band backstory and more

Myself, Chris Crud, and Jim Cummins by Cat Ashbee; we're talking about Bev's photos of Chris onstage with Braineater, previously discussed here

Now with ADDED ART BERGMANN comment (after Jim's story)


So if I had to list a top-10 favourite local punk albums -- the ones most important to me -- well, it would probably take a couple hours sorting out the last six of them. But four albums would come easily, without the slightest hestitation: Incorrect Thoughts, Something Better Change, the Vancouver Complication... and I Here, Where You! by I, Braineater -- his first full length in 1983. I found that in the mid-1980s in a Value Village in Maple Ridge (it was already hard to find at places like Collector's RPM). You can hear the whole album here (probably without Jim's involvement or blessing). It's not really a full-band experience, and not really close to what I, Braineater sounds like lately (which is closer to the garage-punk of Artist, Poet, Thief -- which is a fun album, but sounds more like a band; I love the "basement weirdo" quality of the earlier album, which sounds like a work sprung from deep in the brain of an isolated eccentric in the process of self-invention). 

I got to interview Jim Cummins about the early years of Braineater for Big Takeover #96, which is still on a few Chapters stands now. Everyone, I think, ended up happy with the piece. I was a bit bummed that they didn't run anything from Cat Ashbee's visit to Jim's house for his last art show -- she got some great shots -- but it's hard to complain when the competition was photos by Bev of the days when Art Bergmann, Buck Cherry, Dave Gregg and Ian Tiles were in the band, or actual images of Jim's art. It's actually a really good read -- one of the best Vancouver stories I've done, up there with my Art Bergmann and John Armstrong interviews, over the last few issues...


But there were outtakes, and this is one. I, Braineater plays TONIGHT at LanaLou's with the Repossessors and the Scammers. Only 20 bucks! I found an outtake from Jim's early days -- a piece of the puzzle involving the Mt. Lehmann Grease Band. 

See you tonight, Jim! 

I, Braineater 2025 (at Funkys, by me)

AM: I'm stunned to learn that you’re from Langley. I never realized. I’m from Maple Ridge! I can’t picture you in coveralls. 

JIM: During that period, I also had my first shows at the Brackendale Art Gallery [in Squamish, BC], where I built the big cement unicorn out front. And Thor Froslev had it then, and he was a great guy, who got me on board for all that; we did a number of shows there… And then another thing happened, basically when I was in high school in Langley, where I met this character named Dan Clark. He was a year older. He said, “Jim, I know this really cool bunch of guys, and they have this band called the Mount Lehman Grease Band; they were kind of like a Rolling Stones’ Beggars Banquet boogie woogie band, and all they sang was dirty blues songs: “You’re so ugly, baby/ You make the dogs all whine/ And I don’t know why they allow you on the street/ It’s cause you’re ugly, the ugliest girl I’ve ever seen/ You got a face like a monkey and sure do treat me mean!” Dan said, I can book something, and you’ve got the art, so you make the poster, we’ll get the booking and we’ll play. And down the street, a few blocks away, was a place called Fernridge Hall. So Dan gets the hall rented, I do the posters, silkscreens in the back art room of the school, with all these supplies that looked like they had been left for the last fifty years. We put them up, we do all that, and I’m not expecting too much. Dan says, “You take the money at the door.” Okay! And all of a sudden, truckloads of kids start showing up, like out of a movie scene: a one-ton truck with a big flatbed on it and thirty kids all just sitting on it, no seatbelts, no nothin’, y’know, with big gallon jugs of wine and stuff like this. And they’re coming into the place; some of them are paying – it was a dollar to see the show; and some of them are telling me to F off. And this hall was so small, and the next thing you know, we’ve got three hundred kids in there. It only held about a hundred or so! And Dan the promoter comes up and goes, “Jim, isn’t this fabulous! Look what’s happening! It’s it great! And I’m on three hits of acid!” I thought, “Oh, fuckit, I’m not doing the door anymore if you’re doing that!”

AM: Art Bergmann was on guitar?

JIM: And Dave Mitchell was the singer. Art had his brother Hans on a big old piano. And Murphy Farrell from Mud Bay Blues Band was drumming – he was 12 or 13 at the time. There was a guy named Tony on bass—I don’t remember too much about him. But they played this show. And usually, at shows out there, there would be a fight, but this show, there are 300 kids crammed into this thing and not an ounce of trouble. I guess you could call it “valley punk” – the roughest characters you ever saw, all from 15 to 21, having the greatest time. And they brought in this big plastic garbage container and everybody started pouring in all their booze and wine and what they had in their pockets, and you just get cups and drink this shit. We put on gigs like that all through halls out there when I was in high school. The last one we had was out at the Cloverdale Community Centre, 1500 kids. It was out of control, just amazing. Mitchell was an incredibly great frontman, because he was a weird combination between, basically, Groucho Marx meets Mick Jagger: bowler cap, orange, crazy big hair, torn jeans, vest and he had a cane, which he’d taunt the audience with. Boy, what a show. And Dan Clark was the person Art sang about, years later, in “The Final Cliché.”

AM: He had a boat…

JIM: And a station wagon, which was my 1954 Chevy Station Wagon, which I’d sold to him, which he used for that [his suicide]. Which was sad. Dan had had a lot of problems for a long time. When I first met him, he had no fear “cut-off button,” y’know? A wild man. I loved him, love him to this day, he was a great guy, always inspiring. But yeah, so… then Dave Mitchell goes to university, and Art decides to reform the Grease Band, but the name he wants now, is the Shmorgs. I remember they did a gig out in Aldergrove or Chilliwack, a big arena like we’d had in Cloverdale, where we’d had 1500 kids, type of thing. 20 kids. Nobody. Could never get an audience. There were maybe a couple of shows out in Cloverdale where friends showed up that were a bit better but basically nobody came to see them.

By this time, I’d dropped out of the Brackendale hippie scene, because there was no action there; everybody had gotten long in the tooth. I came to Vancouver and got a little apartment there. And I didn’t really get to go to a real live punk gig/ party thing until Buck Cherry moves into town. He moves down the street, and… it’s a long story, but Buck shows up at my place, and he’s got a bottle of rum, and he goes, “I know where a punk party is! Let’s drink this and go!” So off we went to that and had a great time, met Randy Rampage… That became my inspiration to start painting these big hyper-realistic paintings of punks and stuff like this. And Buck and me got an apartment in the basement of the Manhattan next to the boiler room. Thank God the Freddy Krueger movies weren’t out yet. We couldn’t have handled it – it was literally desperate living. And Buck’s working on his band stuff, going to form the Modernettes, and he says, “Jim, you’ve helped me out so much, you’ve been a great friend; I’m going to help your band out too.” And he says, “What are you going to call it?” Well, I was thinking about the character [Screaming] Lord Sutch, from England, but I didn’t know much about him. In those days you didn’t know much about anything, really. And I said, “I was thinking of calling it Monsuxx.” And he just looks at me deadpan: “No.” [laughs]. He says, “We’re going to be the Braineaters!” “Why the Braineaters?” “Can you imagine what parents are going to think when their kids say, “We’re going to see the Braineaters?”

And Bergmann was around on crazy Farfisa organ, Dave Gregg on guitar, Ian Tiles on drums. And we had a number of shows. We got everybody banned from performing or playing at the Russian Hall for about 40 years. They didn’t start doing anything back there until maybe about ten years ago, with some burlesque show, which is kind of ironic, because I happened to bring in paintings for the show. But… we were just trying to be the most notorious, New York Dolls-type band that you’d ever heard, in a punk rock way. It was tons of fun.

ART BERGMANN RESPONDS... (copied off FB)

beg pardon ; ye mis-remember! we played many crazed shows; btw Tony Pratt was bassist;

 When we played last Shmorgs' show w @DavidMitchell at Surrey Bear Creek Pavilion the place was so full, the gang-fighting took place outside the broken doors! the gig in Abbotsford Arena was so successful, Dan Clarke had a massive wad of cash we threw  around like a football...that is about it!

   the best tho' was beating barrels in the Mt Lehman forest courtesy Skantz family

  anyway, love you Jimmy Cummins

at Surrey Bear Creek "Mitzo" pretended to die; and was believed!



Tonight at LanaLou's!


PS Jim has a show August 16th!


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...