Friday, November 18, 2016

Attention fans of the Rebel Spell... Alien Boys and Freak Dream gigs this weekend!


There are a few gigs by members of the Rebel Spell's diaspora in Vancouver over the next while. Tonight at 333, Alien Boys - featuring Erin on guitar, in a more Discharge-y context than you've heard her previously - will be releasing a tape at 333, along with Want. Haven't heard it, but I like the idea of a tape called Self-Critical Theory a lot - kinda suggests a kind of masochistic spin on identity politics. By the way, isn't that the chicken lady from Tod Browning's Freaks in the poster?

And speaking of freaks, Elliot will be fronting Freak Dream, with a gig tomorrow at Red Gate and a show November 25th here. They have an EP coming out, too. I was really kind of floored by his band's powerhouse cover of "Pride and Prejudice" at the Rebels Sing gig awhile back, but I can't say for sure it will be in the set on these occasions (Elliot says he will be "happy to move forward and not constantly be Rebel Spell-widow... don't get me wrong I love the Rebel Spell. But it's not happening anymore, and it hurts to look backward and feels better to look forward"). 

Travis, as most folks know, is off in California... anyhow....I won't be at any of these shows and am doing a suckass job of plugging them but I wanted to do something. Here's Elliot fronting Freak Dream by bev davies, not to be reused without permission:

Other stuff I have been doing...

Wrote an Anciients feature here, they have an album release on Dec. 2nd (and a show in Victoria on the 25th, I think it is, featuring Yukon transplants Bushwhacker, whom I've seen and liked). There's a Willie Thrasher piece here, meanwhile, pertaining to a film and music event this evening at SFU Woodwards... I already mentioned the (free) David M. and Pete Campbell shows at the Princeton this evening, but Red Herring plays the Princeton on Saturday... I didn't mention that... What else? Did anyone but the guy who commented read my big feature on Uwe Boll?

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Tad Doyle, TAD, and Brothers of the Sonic Cloth: an interview


Has anyone out there missed this? There are presently three TAD reissues available at Vancouver record stores: God's Balls, Salt Lick, and (my favourite), 8 Way Santa, which is one of three albums I know for sure would make any "top ten rock album" list I ever compiled. Other albums come and go off the list - hell, I'm not even sure that Zen Arcade makes the cut these days (!) - but only three have stable, guaranteed places, those being the third TAD album, Mission of Burma's Vs, and the Flesh Eaters' magnificent Forever Came Today - also the subject of a recent reissue through Superior Viaduct. People who buy all three TAD reissues from the same place - and you should, you should - should note that there are coloured wax versions out there as well as straightforward black, and that stores have been sent a limited LP edition of (at least some of) the bonus cuts to give to customers who buy all three albums (these presumably also come with mailorders). Red Cat, as of yesterday, has a couple left (Neptoon is out - Ben gave the last one to me); I don't know about other Vancouver stores. Bonus materials on the LP include demos and early singles, from my favourite non-LP TAD song, "Loser" - which I already had on a 7" and on the German Glitterhouse edition of the Salt Lick EP - to an improbably fun TAD mash up between Black Flag's "Damaged" and AC/DC's "Let There Be Rock," which to my knowledge has never seen the light before. (Wicked demo version of "Wired God," too).


I know that remasters are often contentious - Nick Jones of the Pointed Sticks was only just the other week giving me crap on Facebook for preferring the Rolling Stones' Exile on Main St in its remastered version. I can understand why he might have grown attached to the uniquely warm, soupy swampiness of the original, and don't blame him, but I love the clarity of the sound, seeing what present technology can bring to bear: it's like the equivalent of an upgrade from VHS to Blu, and frankly reminds me of what drugs can do to music, helping you notice all sorts of details you had previously missed, but without the inconvenience of having to DO drugs to get there. And it's not like I can't spin the original any time that I want.


So it is with these remastered TAD reissues (because of course I have all three of the original releases of these albums in my collection, in the case of 8 Way Santa in FOUR unique versions: two signed and creatively defaced copies of the original, plus the original on CD, and the 2nd version of the CD with a different cover and all references to Pepsi removed from the art). Spinning these new editions, I'm picking up instruments, details, even words I never noticed or understood before, and marvelling at the big, swirly richness of the sound. I mean, I bought God's Balls almost as soon as it came out (1989? 1990?), and have owned most of it in one form or another pretty much all my life (at some point, when I briefly thought I would leave vinyl behind, only as bonus cuts on the Salt Lick CD). It's one of my most-listened to albums ever, but there are things I can hear now that I could never begin to make out before. Don't get me wrong: unlike with Exile's murk, it's not that there was anything particularly wanting about the original LPs; but these new remasters are like the doors of perception have been cleansed. Perhaps in a nice refrenshing cyanide bath.

Take "Boiler Room," for example I've always been able to hear the line about how "Jesus drank corn squeezin's" one of the easier to discern lyrical details on the album - but spinning the remaster, I can hear the rest of the sentence, the growled, previously incomprehensible, "and had sideburns." (Har). And I had never heard the "jizzin'" in Tad's expletive, "sweet jizzin' Jesus," also in the same song. Another example: I knew from the revised cover art of 8 Way Santa - see below - that Tad had an Ed Gein thing going ("we had been reading about various serial killers and found Ed’s story horrific and note worthy," he tells me of the T-shirt he's wearing), But I never knew that "Nipple Belt" was actually about Ed Gein, despite the rather unsubtle lyric, repeated twice, that "My name is Ed Gein," which I'd never even tried to make out before (it's not toally undecipherable, in fact, but when there's no lyric sheet you don't spend a lot of time on these matters, because you have no confidence you'll get it right and have nothing to check against). In fact, I always just assumed a nipple belt was maybe a belt that you wore across your nipples, like maybe the straps on coveralls, or for some kinky S&M purposes -- because what do I know about bondage? Now that I'm reading the rest of the lyrics of the song, I am pretty sure "Nipple Belt" is about a belt MADE of nipples, sewn together in the manner of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, or Silence of the Lambs, or, well, Ed Gein himself. Fucking EEK.


So too is the case with Salt Lick. (Pardon my getting the albums out of sequence here). I could always pick out the detail in "Axe to Grind" about a woman approaching with a colostomy bag - to my knowledge, the only rock and roll reference to date to colostomies - but what the hell else was the song about? Admittedly the lyric sheet helps there. And there are lyric sheets with all three albums, new art (inside the gatefold, at least), cool matching spines, posters, and - for those sad geeky journalists like me who would love to make Tad talk TAD for the rest of his fuckin' life, against his will, there are generous liner note interviews with him that more than make up for his reluctance, where he talks at some length about the recording of the albums, and working with the likes of Jack Endino, Steve Albini and Butch Vig.

About the only sad deet is that 8 Way remains absent of anything that might be legally problematic.Fond as I am of the original cover - and as much as I hope the traumatized two depicted on it someday get over their dismay and fondly share the story with separate sets of grandchildren - the real loss here is Peter "Hate" Bagge's insert from the CD booklet, which is less well known and quite delightful, illustrating the lyrics to "Jack," previously known as "Jack Pepsi." It's less obviously hurtful or embarrassing to anyone than the cover was, and you kinda wish that Pepsi would just get the fuck over it, you know? There is nothing here damaging to their brand whatsoever (thank God Jack Daniels has a sense of humour).

 Anyhow, that's all just a question of packaging.Tad Doyle is currently in a new band, Brothers of the Sonic Cloth. It's very very different from TAD - slower, more symphonic, more artful, if still doomy and sludgy and dark; it bears more resemblance to YOB than grunge. There have been two BotSC releases so far: one split 10" EP and a feature length album (which I was very, very pleased to stumble across on a trip to Seattle). Tad tells me that "BotSC will be writing our follow-up record for the next few months," and "will most likely like to do a show in Vancouver in late 2017." See Tad's official website for more information - merch or news or so forth. The following interview ran in somewhat abridged form in Germany's Ox Fanzine (in German); to date, this is the only English language publication of it. The intro - yes, folks, you've been reading an intro to an intro - is as I submitted it to them, back in the spring.

By the way, the Subhumans' Brian Goble was a big TAD fan, too - we had a brief geek out together where I discovered he'd quite likely been at the TAD show I caught at the Town Pump. I really, really liked having that in common with him.


Tad Doyle: Songs of Experience

by Allan MacInnis

I barely remember the one time I saw TAD, at a show I believe took place on March 9, 1991, at the Town Pump in Vancouver. It's one of the concerts I'm proudest to have seen, but - whether it's down to drugs or inattention or just being overwhelmed by the sheer awesomeness of TAD, about all I remember was the shock and awe I felt at seeing a guy THAT BIG rocking THAT HARD, and admiring the balls it took for him to stage dive into the audience - something I recall him doing on more than one occasion that night. I already had God's Balls and Salt Lick in my album collection, and would soon enough have a copy of 8 Way Santa (with the original album cover) on cassette, but it was only after seeing TAD live that I began telling anyone who would listen that TAD was the greatest rock band in the world at that time - something which I still kind of believe, to be honest.

Bear in mind that this was before the release of Nirvana's Nevermind, which in many ways helped sour my love for the music coming out of Seattle; it was, after all, "The Year Punk Broke," as Sonic Youth would later call it, when the music of OUR SUBCULTURE, defiant and oppositional, simply became one more epiphenomenon in the long tail of popular culture. When I caught Mudhoney and Nirvana at the Commodore later that year, I insisted with proud perversity that Mudhoney was the better band, in part because - though I'd liked Bleach well enough - I didn't really like the watered-down populism of Nevermind, and hated the stink of already-building hype around it. (There was also a dark, damaged aura around Kurt Cobain, on stage that night, that left me kind of uncomfortable, as I recall). I've always kind of wondered if Cobain's eventual suicide had anything to do with a sense of guilty responsibility for having been the man most responsible for the movement from Our Elite Subculture to the newest flavour of radio rock - if he would hear, for instance, Pearl Jam on the radio and wince and want to apologize to someone? It would have been a burden for any punk to bear...

But to hell with Nevermind, anyhow: sorry if you love it - and I grant that its influences were not all bad - but the real masterpiece of the Seattle scene was TAD's 8 Way Santa, folks. Produced by the same man who later produced the Nirvana breakout, Butch Vig, it was one of the greatest - maybe THE greatest - rock albums of its decade, a perfect fusion between chugging, metal-infused darkness ("Wired God"), biting punk wit (like the practically precogniscient "Jinx"), and beguiling, startling popcraft ("Plague Years"). The story of its troubled release - the legal actions that brought both the original album cover and the song "Jack Pepsi" under fire - are already dealt with in the documentary TAD: Busted Circuits and Ringing Ears. It was the little album that could have been, the lost moment, the road not taken. Sometimes, when inclined to alternate universe fantasizing, I ask myself what kind of world it would have been if 8 Way Santa had been the album that opened the world's ears to Seattle's heaviness, and not Nirvana's comparatively weak sister.

Probably pretty much the same, really, but I would have been happier about it.

Tad Doyle doesn't much want to talk TAD these days - "it's history, it's not going to do anything anymore, so there's really no point in talking about it" - but I managed to sneak a few questions in there anyhow. We spoke on Good Friday, March 25th, 2016, just over 25 years after I saw TAD live, a few weeks prior to his launching a European tour for his new project, Brothers of the Sonic Cloth - an equally awe-inspiring band, but as different from TAD as can be, considering it's still Tad Doyle, front-and-center. I did a pretty good job of not asking all the geeky TAD questions I'd written out - like, why is "Wood Goblins" not on the German Glitterhouse release of Salt Lick, replaced with "Loser" instead? What was it like working with Steve Albini so early in his career as a producer? What did Tad make of Kurt's suicide? What was the full story about Tad holding Kurt Cobain's puke bucket - or was it Kurt holding Tad's puke bucket? - when the two bands toured Europe together back in the day?

TAD fans will still find this pretty interesting, I hope.


So Burning Witch was around when you were young, and I wonder if you ever saw them? They seem like they're a very relevant band to the whole Seattle doom thing.

Y'know, I never saw them. I wish I had. I didn't become aware of them until after they already broke up.So I'm kind of a latecomer to their awesomeness.

Everyone is, it seems. I interviewed Mike Scheidt of YOB as well, and he didn't hear them til that Southern Lord album came out. What were you listening to as a young man?

I grew up in the 60's and 70's, and in my formative years, when I was a teenager, I listened to a lot of AM radio. So I was hearing the Beatles and stuff like that - some really great music. And then when it got into the 70's, I started listening to things like Black Sabbath, K-tel records, believe it or not - I don't know if you remember them or are aware of them -

Oh yeah.

I loved Elton John, Pink Floyd, AC/DC, Parliament/ Funkadelic... I listened to a lot of jazz then, as well, and a lot of symphonic music. And that was the 70's. The 80's broke it wide open, and I started listening to a whole lot of other stuff as well.

Did you ever identify as a punk, as a young man?

Oh, definitely. I loved punk music, and listening to Alice Cooper growing up, he was one of the first... And the Stooges and New York Dolls, things of that nature.

One of the things that strikes me about the 80's and 90's was that there was a kind of aura of romanticized self-destruction back then - there was some freakishness, some darkness, a lot of drugs... some of that really makes it into your early music, like "Wired God" is about drinking and driving, and there's songs about gas huffing and things... was gas huffing a thing in Seattle?

I don't know if it was in Seattle. I've never gas huffed, but I sniffed my fair share of Testor's airplane glue. But that was never stuff I was really into, a lot of it was written about the depravity that comes with doing that type of thing. But I was never sniffing gas.

But some of the songs, like, "Cooking with Gas," it does refer to that, right?

Well, "Cooking with Gas" was pretty transparent and on the level, it was about cooking with propane - barbequing, making illegal drugs and whatnot, y'know?

Oh, okay... so what was your class background? Did you grow up lower class, or with a bit of money, or...?

I grew up in what was probably called at the time middle class to lower middle class - I went to public schools most of my life, then got into college on my own, and did that for awhile, and just realized that what I wanted to do in music wasn't being taught. I learned a lot from it, of course - the fundamentals of music, how to read and write, the classic Italian verbiage for it was something I learned - but I just wanted to blaze my own path with music.

When did you start as a drummer?

Well, my first instrument was actually, I played tuba in grade school, in the 6th grade. The only reason was, my brother was a drummer, he was much older than I was, and I loved to sit around and play coffee cans while he played real drums, and bang along with him. He would play the stereo, and I learned a lot of what to do with him, I learned how to play drums eventually by playing to a loud stereo, just cranked up. But I learned how to play tuba first, because we had one at the house, and my folks said, "if you show commitment to that, we'll talk about doing some drums." So I did that for two brutal years, which I hated. I didn't have a case for it, either, so I was a fat kid walking to school with a tuba, an E-flat tuba on his arm. You can imagine the hilarity of the kinda grief I went through in school because of that. But then I started playing drums in junior high school. I didn't have a set of drums for a couple of years, but then once I showed promise, my Grandma took pity on me and bought me a Ludwig jazz double kick set, with psychedelic finish, and it's the only drum set I've ever owned, and I still have it and I still use it. It's a beautiful piece of work. And then after I moved to Seattle in 1986, my band at the time H-Hour had been together for quite a number of years, and I was just getting bored with playing drums at the time and wanted to play guitar. I was inspired by bands such as Head of David, Big Black, Butthole Surfers, Metallica, Slayer... all kinds of stuff. That's when I decided I wanted to play guitar, and I went and bought one, and started playing to a drum machine I had. That's how TAD started.

What was your first guitar?

I still have it, it's a Fender Jazzmaster reissue, 1962. And it's one you'll see in old pictures of the band, with me playing it. It's a white guitar with a turtle shell pick guard.

The bands you just mentioned, some of them weren't Seattle based, obviously. Who was playing in Seattle at the time,when you were putting together the "Ritual Device" single? Were the U-Men around, or...?

U-Men was around, Soundgarden was just getting ready to break big. Tons of bands, I can't even remember or get into. But like I said, I don't mean to be a dick or nothin', I'm not interested in talking about TAD.

Fair enough, but, uh... I did see you, back around 1990 at the Town Pump... so can I just ask you about stage diving? I had never seen anyone stage dive who was quite as big as you.

(Laughing)

Did that ever go wrong? Was there a first time, or...?

I don't remember the first time, but it was a commonplace occurence, and I was doing it frequently throughout the career of the band TAD, but... yes, it did go horribly wrong once, when we were playing in Newcastle, England, and it was our first tour over there. And there were probably 30 or 40 people there in the audience, and the stage was about three feet off the ground. And I decided I was going to liven up the audience. I pulled my guitar off and dove into them, and they parted like the Red Seas, and I hit the ground really hard, to the point of, I saw lightning when I hit the ground, y'know? An electrical brain thing. It was very painful, but I got up and continued the set. But - let's see, how old was I, 28? I could "take a lickin' and keep on tickin'," let's say.

So no lasting injuries from that.

No.


You had lasting stuff, right, though - tinnitus and stuff like that?

Well, tinnitus never really goes away, and I don't know if there's even a cure for it. But I started wearing earplugs in 1999, during the tail end of TAD, so I saved my hearing, and I've actually had a hearing check in the last three years, with the health care provider I have, and surprisingly enough, they said I had better than normal hearing for a man my age, so I was pretty stoked about that.

How's your health otherwise? I mean, my body's starting to break down, I'm dealing with arthritis and shit here, I'm only 48, so... how you doing?

I'm doing good. I've been losing weight, it's a lifestyle choice that I've made, and it's one of the hardest things I've had to do in my life. It's going to be a lifetime of struggle, but... eating right's been really helpful. I basically started taking care of myself, a long time ago, and it's been good for me. I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't do drugs, and it's been that way for fifteen years now, so I'm healthier because of it.

Even compared to the documentary, from 2008, looking at recent footage of you on Youtube, you seem a lot more grounded and solid and healthier.

Yeah. I feel good. There's always room for improvement.

To come back to it, though... do you think, back then, there was a self-destructiveness to youth culture at the time, or was it just because we were younger, a part of our youth? When I think back to the things I did in my 20's, there was a lot of unhealthy shit, and glamourization of unhealthy shit, including in some of your music... maybe you disagree with that, I dunno. But is it because we've gotten older and more mature, or was it kind of a toxic scene back then?

Well, I can only speak from my experience, and my experience was, I wasn't drinking and drugging as a self-destruction mechanism. I did use food that way, but drinkin' and druggin', I purely just wanted to get high. I wanted to get out of my fuckin' mind, I love the spirit of feeling lighter. It wasn't meant to suppress anything, it was about elevation, for me, that's how I approached it. I can't speak for what everybody else was doing. There did seem to be this romanticism in Seattle about certain drugs, heroin and that kinda shit, but it was rampant in the music scene. But I never did like heroin. I smoked it once, and it never did anything for me. I was never an intravenous user. But I would snort, drink, and eat just about anything to get a good rip-roarin' high on, when I was doing it.

Did you do any sort of programs? AA, NA, 12-step stuff, to get off that course?

Well, I did have some help from some people. Definitely. And the thing was, I was willing to be helped at that point. As I guy who has had experience with this thing, if you have somebody that could use help, but they're not willing to accept it, that's never going to work. Somebody who is goin' to keep doing whatever they're doing, because it's working for them. But I got to the point in my life where those things weren't working for me anymore. And that was the catylist to begin a different way of life, and a person actually help me through that. Many people did, actually.

I wonder if Peggy (Doyle, bassist for Brothers of the Sonic Cloth and Tad's wife) is one of them? She looks like she's maybe been through a bit, too, like she's got some experience under her belt.

Peggy's done some things. It's more commonplace than anything, for a lot of people my and her age, that have experience of that... maybe it's because we're musicians. I'm not saying everyone is like that, but musicians are more prone to those proclivities than people who go the straight and narrow, go to college, get a career, maybe have a glass of wine on a Friday night with their date. And that's a big night out for them.

Do you have anything in common with Mike, this way, from YOB? He seems that he's had a similar path and put a lot of darkness behind him. Is that something that came up between the two of you?

Certainly I can't speak for Mike, but I can tell you this, a lot of the dark things that we deal with go a lot deeper than outside influences, such as drugs and alcohol. Some of us deal with demons that are darker and deeper than any drug can provide. Certainly I've been there. I can't speak for him. But I do identify with the guy, I think he's an immense creative force, a very talented human being, and I think he and I both identify with each other because we've both suffered at one time or another from depression, whether it be genetic or environmental or brought on by actions we do ourselves, I don't know. But there's a lot of common threads there, and I love the guy's work.


I had not realized until today that the two of you had collaborated, on this Lumbar project... I had never heard of it, I don't know why that's better known.

Well, the spearhead behind that project was a guy named Aaron Edge(above right),He had a bunch of songs that he wanted to collaborate with Mike and I on, and that's what happened. We got together, recorded the rest of the things, the vocals and whatnot. Aaron already had the lion's share of the music done, and then we did the vocals, and I mixed it here (at Witch Ape Studios). And I also recorded Mike Scheidt's solo record, which I think is still available on Thrill Jockey Records.

I did not know that. When did you first see YOB?

What happened was, Peggy went out with a friend of hers who was in town, here in Seattle, and she went to go see her friend, John, who was in a band called Ludicra. And they were playing with a band called Midian - I didn't see them, yet. But when Peggy came home after the show, she was so intensely excited about this band. And her friend was saying, well y'know, Midian is basically where YOB came from, so you gotta check out YOB. And I got on Myspace when it was a thing, started checking out YOB, and I was like, "holy crap, this band is amazing." And that's kinda how I first heard about them, and I started a dialogue with them, through email and Myspace. And we met up a few times, and then we played some shows with them. We played the first YOB reunion show with them in Portland. It's a gift, you know - to play with someone who is your contemporary who you really love, y'know?

Absolutely. Had he seen TAD, back in the day?

I'm not sure. I think he's familiar with the music. I don't know if he went to the shows, but certainly he's familiar with the music. And I of course made sure he was very familiar with it, and gave him all the back catalogue that I had. As he did with me - it was kind of an exchange of wares. Yeah, I think he was aware of the band.

Do you have a proudest moment from that time, or have you moved on totally, or...?

I love all the records. They're all really exciting for me at the time they were being made. They're all like children to me, I don't favour one over the other. They all have things that were fun and unique to them at that time. That's all.

Fair enough. I was a victim of a grunge backlash, myself. After Nevermind broke, I stopped listening to a lot of that stuff. For me, Nevermind really ruined a lot of music. I didn't even pick up Inhaler or Infra Red Riding Hood until a few years ago, and I loved TAD. But I guess that didn't affect you, because you were still playing this music!

Exactly. And another thing is that I never thought that we were a part of that thing. We got lumped in there, because were on Sub Pop records, and we were one of the spearheads for that label getting popular. But I've always felt that anything that I've done, of course - and I'm going to say this from a place of honesty, and not pride: we've always been unique to ourselves, and that we weren't rehashing that any people other people were doing, we were a true original, and I believe that about all the music that I do, even up to today. Truthfully I feel like we do what we do, and I don't think anybody else does it like us.

I would say so, yeah, I agree, though... it's good to have a context, you know? I've seen some bands that stop being that exciting because the context changes. Like, for a time there, DOA were part of this vital punk scene in Vancouver, and then that scene kind of fell apart, and DOA kept on chugging. And there's a space for them again now, there's a context that supports them now, but there's a period where all the scene around them sort of fell away, and DOA in the 1990's were kind of just a bunch of old guys playing old songs. So having music around you - like, Brothers of the Sonic Cloth relates to doom and sluge and stoner metal, and there is kind of a supportive background, even though it's unique. Would you agree?

I would say, context is important as a way of communicating an idea to another human being of what something might be like, so they can have... "Okay, I like this, and this is what they're like." It's just a communication tool. Human beings as a general rule like to put things in boxes. I don't know if you're familiar with the painter Mondrian, but he made a career of boxes - paintings of squares and rectangles. I think that's human nature - we like to buildings buildings and squares, all our windows are square and our roads are straight lines. But I think that music transcends that, and it's just a way of communicating what it might be like... humans want to put labels on things, instead of just letting it be, and it really is just to communicate an idea. That's my opinion - I don't know if that makes any sense you ya!

Uh... I think I see where you're going. Categories can help you keep your mind organized, but they can also separate things that shouldn't be separated.

Yeah, agreed, well-put.

How did you meet Peggy?

Well, we had a mutual friend who is a filmmaker in LA, his name's Michael Dean. He's written quite a few books - $30 Dollar Film School and a number of others. And he was in a band called Bomb. I don't know if you remember them.

No, I don't.

They're a San Francisco punk rock band. They're worth looking up, they're pretty amazing. And he knew both of us through his travels. And he was with Peggy in San Diego, they were hangin' out, they were good friends, and he goes, "I think you should meet this guy." "Who is he, what's he like?" And he goes, well, "His name's Tad Doyle." She pulls out Inhaler and shows it to him and goes, "THIS Tad? Yeah, I'd love to meet him!" She's a musician with a rich background, and that's how it began. We just started talking together and hangin' out and eventually it was just on.

Was Brothers of the Sonic Cloth the first project you were involved in with her, or did you make music before with her, or...?

Brothers came after I had met her, so it was certainly the first project I was in with her.

There's kind of an irony that it's a male band name and, looking at this live footage at Dante's on Youtube, there are actually two women in the band. I don't know who the second woman is, actually...

There's another woman who plays guitar, she's not officially a band member, but we take her out on the road to fill in the extra guitar parts that I've written. But yeah, we like that it's called Brothers of the Sonic Cloth and there's two women in the band. And you think about it, it's no stranger than the Sisters of Mercy and there's no women in the band, it's all guys.

Fair enough. Who is the other woman?

Pamela Sternin. She comes from the hardcore scene, she's much younger than anyone else in the band. I think she grew up in Arizona, maybe, but she's been living in Seattle as long as I've known her. Great player, really talented, and picks up things really fast.


I have a hard time imagining this music live. It seems like such a studio album - I want to turn out the lights and lie in bed and listen to it on headphones, it's one of those.

Mm-hm!

So how do you make this work live, do you change it? Is the experience live a lot different from the album, or...?

Well, I think it's very similar to the record. Although Billy Anderson did do the production work and the mixing, he's got his inimitable stamp on it, so certainly you deal with live venue situations, we travel with a sounudperson that's aware of what we do most of the time... I don't think you'll ever see anyone who sounds the same as they do on record expect for maybe Pink Floyd, but even that is suspect. We do try to deliver as much, if not more, than what you hear on the record; all the sounds you hear on the record, you'll be able to hear live, as well. It's not like you're going to be missing anything.

How long has it been since you last played Europe, anyhow?

It's probably been since 1991, 1994? I'm not sure. It seems like a lifetime ago, and for some people it is. I'm really looking forward to being "in" it more. When I went over there the first few times, I was basically the ugly American, I totally fit that bill. The reason why French people get pissed off at Americans, I was that guy (chuckles). But I think now I'm a bit more seasoned and experienced and enjoy the culture more, and immerse myself in the people there, and really focus on the music. That's what I'm there for, to share what we have with these people who are going to be so kind to show up for this. Yeah! That's about it.

Do you think European audiences will receive these songs differently than American audiences? I imagine Europeans are more sophisticated, but I haven't been there.

Y'know, I don't know, either, and I've been there a few times. Certainly you notice common threads - "the audience really digs us tonight" or "wow, you know, we didn't do anything for people." And you can't tell sometimes. Some of the shows I thought were really bad in the early days (of Brothers of the Sonic Cloth) where people just stood there, I'm thinking, "man, they're thinking we suck," but then I found out from asking around they were completely immersed in it and were paying attention. I used to equate movement, stage diving, fist shaking, horns up in the air as being well-received, when in actually, if someone is actually showing you enough not respect that they're not doing those shenanigans, that's cool too. Not that there's anything wrong with that!

Have you ever played Japan? The Japanese are just like that, for some bands, like for Godspeed You! Black Emperor they stood there stock still, and only applauded at the end. In a way, it's beautiful to see.

No, I've never been to Japan, and I thought it would have been a natural for a band like TAD to go to Japan.

Do you use effects? Like. "The Immutable Path," you have these very layered, chantlike vocals. Do you use effects to produce that onstage, or...?

Well, "The Immutable Path" we don't play live, that or the piano "Outro" were bonus tracks for the record. But everything else we do, and Dave (French), our drummer, sings as welll; he'll be doing some of the doubling up stuff we do.

There's talk in other interviews you've done about a spiritual dimension to this. If you don't want to go there that's fine, but is there any sort of practice you identify with, any sort of definition to that, or is it just experience?

For me, I'll answer that question with this: I think living life is a spiritual experience, and it has nothing to do with religion or dogma or transcripts. I do identify with Buddhist and Daoist practices, more than anything. I grew up having Christianity forced down my neck, and I didn't like it. I think that whatever works for the individual is the key here. I am adamantly opposed to anyone trying to tell me how to live my life on a spiritual level. And I think that you should be, too - don't believe the bullshit and the hype, find your own path, is key. And as far as there being a spiritual dimension to this music, absolutely. I get a lot of inspiration from huge elemental events. I love the wind, fire, water, earth. I just try to stay open and be in the moment, that's my spiritual practice.

Is there meditation involved in that?

Certainly. And I've found that sometimes the meditation is, just playing music.

Is there any actual religious music that went into this - chant, either Buddhist or Christian or whatever? It reminds me of YOB's most recent album, as well, as an attempt to achieve transcendence through music. Is there other transcendent music you were listening to?


Well, I love symphonic music, and I think you can find your solace and your place of zero-point as a being through it. At least I can. For some people it's books, other people it might be something else - carving wood, whatever. But that's where I find it. I don't really have an identification with organized religion - I always like to refer to this, "If you call yourself a Buddhist, you cease to be a Buddhist." The minute you name yourself, you're not that anymore. That's why I try to practice being at zero point. That's what I call it.

Can you explain that concept a bit, I don't fully understand.

Zero point is basically a place where you're neither here nor there, and you're in the moment. I'm not a certain thing, I'm not a person, I'm just a being, aware of everything and nothing. But I don't know how to put it any better, I'm not very eloquent when it comes to conveying ideas sometimes.

I think I get it. Can you achieve that on stage?

Absolutely, certainly. Musically, I've always been able to be in a place where I'm in the moment. It's really been good for me.

When you say symphonic music, what do you listen to? What do you like?

I grew up listening to Rimsky Koraskov when I was a kid. I love Mozart, I love Tchaikovsky, but my path has broadened on that, and I listen to things like Edgar Varese, he's a late 19th century composer from France who moved to the United States. He created some of the most amazing pieces I've ever heard, he's still my favourite to this day. He was actually the first composer to use a synthisizer in his pieces. And - it's funny, but I love Jerry Goldsmith's Planet of the Apes soundtrack.

Haha!

It's totally amazing. Seriously. you talk about lying down on the bed with the lights off and headphones on, check that one out sometime!

(Laughing). I will, I will. Is there a connection between Planet of the Apes and WItch Ape Studios?

There could be, but probably not (laughs).

Thank you so much for talking with me, man. Really love the new record, really glad you're playing music again. It was really hard not to ask a bunch of 8 Way Santa questions. I have two copies of that that you and Kurt defaced - two!

(Chuckles).

But just one last question, to come back to TAD: there was talk of unreleased TAD material that was going to surface in 2008. What happened with that? Is it ever going to see the light?

As of right now, there's no plans for it. There was at one time, but circumstances, whatever they were, it didn't happen. And to a degree, some of those songs have already been released, there were some labels that put out singles. But there's no point to put it out now, at this point, no.

Is it a whole LP's worth of stuff?

There's probably six or seven songs.

You don't work any TAD material into the Brothers of the Sonic Cloth set, right?

Yeah, absolutely not, I feel like it's not fair to the legacy of the band to try to do that, and as well, my heart isn't into that, anymore. I gotta be where I'm at, and make the music that is important to me at the time.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Gigs: Arkona returns (opening for Epica) plus Pete Campbell's Coach Strobcam


Interesting album cover, eh? What do you figure is going on there? Are the soldiers there to protect the ritual, or shut it down, or just keep an eye on it? What is the ritual, exactly? Is that a sun cross on their shield? What are those "totem poles" in the background? What's with the guy who looks exactly like one of them, standing next to the - what is she, a priestess? Is that supposed to be Masha, the singer for the band in question?

Something I have looked forward to for some time happens tonight: Arkona - a fantastic Russian folk metal (or pagan metal) band - returns to Vancouver to open (alongside the Agonist and Fleshgod Apocalypse) for Epica, in a gig that has been moved twice: from the Vogue - an appropriate venue, since seats are a good way to see an Epica show, given the somewhat symphonic nature of their music - to the Rickshaw (also appropriate) and now to - yep, the Venue, a cool, atmospheric space, indubitably in a "better" neighbourhood than the Rickshaw (if you prefer drunk people with money to poor people on drugs, which, come to think of it, I'm not sure I do) but a kinda not so appropriate place to see a band (and here I'm thinking of Magma and Wolves in the Throne Room, both of whom did I see there) where being seated is the optimum way to take in their music. Arkona doesn't count - their music is eminentently danceable, with a lot of folky bounciness to it, so standing up will be great for the audience during their set - but not so much for the headliners, I suspect. Ah well! Facebook page for the gig here.


I saw Arkona blow away the Rickshaw, maybe five years ago now, when they opened for Korpiklaani, with their fur-clad, hide-drum-beating frontwoman Masha getting everyone dancing very enthusiastically from almost minute one of their performance (which can be seen here, after a couple minutes of darkness). I immediately bought a fistful of their CDs and have been keen to catch them live, again, since that time. They've recently chosen to revisit their earliest material - 2004's Vozrozhdenie ("revival")- and re-record it; I'm not quite sure what I make of the album, actually - it sounds tougher and more "metal" than the more atmospheric Slovo, which is what they were touring when last I saw them, and which remains, maybe alongside Goi, Rode Goi!,. my favourite album of theirs - but I have no doubt they will deliver live and teach me how to listen to this music. I actually attempted to interview them about this gig: I am very curious about Russian paganism and how it relates to the political and music scene over there, and whether there are any controversies or conflicts between people who follow nativist/ neopagan beliefs to those who subscribe to Orthodox church doctrine (or, indeed, if there's any of the troubling racial element that can surface in contemporary heathenry?). How does the band locate themselves on these religious and political spectrums? Is the Russian music scene affected by these issues? Do they actually practice a religion related to Russian paganism - are they into Rodnovery, say? How is that similar to or different from Wicca? ...or, like Amon Amarth, are they just mining folklore and myth for the sake of writing good songs? I'd be happy with any answers they might give - I have no idea, especially since their lyrics tend to be in Russian - but I'm just curious what their music might mean in a Russian context, and if that's at all different from the context of touring it over here). Sadly, as seems to be happening somewhat frequently these days, I sent them my questions (via appropriate channels) and never heard back from the band. Maybe some other time - I'm glad I'm going to get to see them tonight, regardless.

Friday, meanwhile - conflicting with a Willie Thrasher event I plan to write about later, at SFU Woodwards - there's a concert by Pete Campbell's new unit Coach Strobcam, whom you can read about here. (There is also this, but I don't really understand what it is).


In fact, we gather that SOME of what Pete has told me about the band is playful disinformation, but I guess I will let it stand. As you see, Pete is a veteran of the Wardells and the Sweaters and has a standing request to do "Hockey Sucks," my favourite Sweaters song, when performing live (I would settle for "Harder," though, which is actually on Youtube). David M. - of recent Province article fame - will be doing an opening set at 9pm, featuring his song "Leonard Cohen Says Love" and his Small Salute to David Bowie, which is actually a really terrific, thoughtfully curated set of Bowie songs, which I shot some video of here and here, featuring, of course, Ozzy.


(Hi to Tom Harrison, the only other music journalist in Vancouver occasionally given to writing about David M. Actually I think there might be a band in between David M. and Pete, but no one seems to know who. Or else they know who, but not what their name is, maybe because they don't have a name yet. Or else they just don't want to tell me.)

There's more that I'm supposed to do, more that I want to do, but right now I gotta go back to bed for a bit, I'm still not feeling right (been sick) and only got about five hours sleep, which won't do.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

John Badham to introduce WarGames at the Cinematheque


I presume John Badham's appearance at the Cinematheque tomorrow, introducing a matinee of WarGames,  has something to do with his working in Vancouver on a TV series - Supernatural, perchance? That's filmed here, right?

Before I talk about Mr. Badham, may I say that this is a great idea, to invite directors or actors of note who are here to work to host special screenings of their movies theatrically. With so much film and TV work happening in Vancouver - and the popularity of making "special events" out of film screenings, unique experiences that you can't consume on your flatscreens at home - there could be plenty of fun, unique film events had that way. I mean, I recently discovered, somewhat to my surprise, that Colin Salmon, Helen Mirren's love interest in Prime Suspect II, was acting in The Arrow, filmed in Vancouver, for a couple of years; that's one hell of a charged installment of the Prime Suspect series, which I gather looks just fantastic on the (now-widescreen) Blu-Ray presentation, and Salmon is just great in it, charismatic and angry, playing an ambitious black investigator who goes overboard in trying to be a supercop, because he feels (rightly) like there's prejudice against him; he is a complex and fascinating, and slightly tragic, character. Had I known he was around town, it would have been one of those "if I programmed a movie theatre" fantasies I sometimes have, to play Prime Suspect II theatrically with him as a special guest. If nothing else, I mean, the whole audience would suddenly have been TWO DEGREES OF SEPARATION FROM HELEN MIRREN! What film geek worth their weight wouldn't treasure an opportunity like that?

Another example of personal appeal to me: Jeannot Szwarc works or has worked in Vancouver on TV shows (The Fringe, say) and was the director - nevermind Jaws 2 - of the William Castle-produced killer cockroaches thriller Bug! - which, sure, is a bit of a guilty pleasure, but fun shlock for anyone who appreciates the insect microphotography of Ken Middleham - who also shot the bugs in Phase IV and The Hellstrom Chronicle, or for anyone with a fondness for scenery chewing, self-destructive mad scientists (surely Bradford Dillman's finest moment in cinema? ...Or at least equal to his other noted cult movie star turn, in Joe Dante's Piranha). I would certainly come to a screening of Bug! that Szwarc was introducing, and, I mean, I would bring a friend... maybe even two!

I am not 100% sure at this writing that I'm going to make it to WarGames tomorrow, mind you. It's  film I haven't seen in decades, though I vaguely remember having enjoyed it as a teenager, and gather it had an important role in history of computer fraud and anti-hacking legislation. But its director, John Badham, has made a few movies I rather love - particularly the 1981 right-to-die drama Whose Life is it Anyway, which has a stellar cast (including Richard Dreyfuss, John Cassavetes, Christine Lahti, Bob Balaban, and Kenneth McMillan) and a story that remains, sadly, topical nearly forty years later, involving a paralyzed artist (Dreyfuss) in legal action against his hospital for the right to go off his meds and die. That film has a special place in my heart, being one of my first encounters in any form with Cassavetes - when I saw it first run, when I was 13, at Maple Ridge's long defunct Stardust cinema - but I revisited it recently on DVD and think it holds up quite well, actually; it's "just" a well made drama, but a very enjoyable one, with a lot of human warmth and nicely observed psychological detail informing a fairly sobering and depressing topic.

 John Badham circa 1981

Other people close to me would probably pick Saturday Night Fever as Badham's high point, and it's certainly a film I respect, though I've only seen it once, and not all that long ago. I liked it, but don't have a history with it, so can't really say much more; I am certainly more interested in revisiting it than I would be his Stakeout films or his variants on the 1980's action movie/ buddy comedy (did I ever see The Hard Way, with James Woods and Michael J. Fox? I honestly don't remember). Still, even late into Badham's Hollywood phase, in 1995, you get gems like Nick of Time, a conspiracy thriller about an accountant whose daughter is abducted to give the bad guys leverage to make him commit an assassination.  It is far-fetched, to be sure - a rather silly thriller that you have to kind of "play along with," but inherent implausibility aside, it's also a perfectly crafted, concise, unpretentious and nicely-realized piece of pure, even quasi-Hitchcockian, storytelling, with a fun Christopher Walken villain at its centre. (Johnny Depp hasn't gotten annoying yet, at this point, and Charles S. Dutton is always enjoyable to watch; apologies to Marsha Mason and Peter Strauss that they don't count among my reasons to like this film).


I am not 100% sure that I will go tomorrow - I have a cold, still, and a girlfriend who might have her own ideas about how to spend the afternoon tomorrow; I would like to spend it with her, and the opportunity for me to get my Whose Life Is It Anyway? box signed might not be as compelling a reason to get out of the house, for her, as it is for me. But congratulations to the Cinematheque for this inspired bit of programming; someone tell John Badham that even if I ain't there, I count myself a fan of some of his films... 

Friday, November 11, 2016

Some great, under-appreciated Leonard Cohen moments

Being the kind of guy I am I don't really care about the "hit" Leonard Cohen songs. I haven't ever had much need for Suzanne, or Marianne. I do love "Everybody Knows," but, well, everybody knows everybody knows, so you don't need me to tell you about it.

Here are some favourite Leonard Cohen songs that you might not know - some of his rawer, stranger, funnier moments.

If you don't know Live Songs, the whole album is fantastic, but has two outstandingly stark, impassioned songs not recorded elsewhere: "Queen Victoria" and this bizarre, rockin' prayer where the usually meticulously-scripted poet actually seems to IMPROVISE a bit, and reaches some sort of authentic transcendence.

From that Phil Spector aberration, Death of a Ladies' Man, there's the crazy funky "Don't Go Home With Your Hard-On," allegedly with Bob Dylan and Allen Ginsberg on background vocals (I have my doubts about htat). The same album boasts his very entertaining "Memories," which, I discover, was the object of a godawful rock video. He may have had a big ego, but he sure wasn't proud!

Fans of Cohen's more impassioned moments might like hearing this live version of "The Butcher," which I can actually badly strum myself, on guitar. (Not the only live version out there, either). If I had to pick a favourite song by him...

Here's another remarkable live recording, of "Dress Rehearsal Rag," involving suicide and shaving. That's the live version of a song from a favourite album of his, by me - Songs of Love and Hate, which is probably his most acid-infused LP. (You all know "Diamonds in the Mine," right? Also a bit atypical, and again - it's the mad visionary coming through).

There's only one studio album of his I love above it - New Skin for the Old Ceremony. It's home to "Field Commander Cohen," of course - subtly self-mocking, but also expressing his disappointment with the revolution. But everything on it is great. I often find myself singing "Lover Lover Lover" to myself.

Another good, under-rated Cohen album - not as good as Live Songs or New Skin or even Songs from a Room, but deserving more attention than I think it gets, is Recent Songs - which has some of his more darkly humorous moments. I favour "The Traitor," in particular, though "The Ballad of the Absent Mare" is worth a listen, also rather funny for Mr. Cohen.

I haven't followed Cohen's later albums closely but Jonathan Richman taught me to love this song. Though I prefer Richman's take on it, to be honest. (Or, with apologies to Jeff Buckley, check out John Cale's version of "Hallelujah" sometime. I have a pretty great jazz version of that on a CD I brought from Japan, by Katayama Hiroaki. It doesn't appear to be online).

Finally, one for Donald Trump. I was always upset Cohen sanitized his own song, changing "crack and anal sex" to "speed and careless sex" for live renditions. I like it a lot better in the original. This was the last Cohen album I actually spent time with, and I like a lot of it, but I also saw him live around this time (or maybe it was the I'm Your Man tour - it was at the Orpheum in Vancouver). I had mixed feelings, to be honest, which had repercussions for my fandom (almost obsessive, up to that point, far less so after). His stage patter seemed quite rehearsed - with someone giving him flowers and him delivering an obviously canned line about having once given a sermon to creatures like these on LSD; even the flowers, obviously, were a stage prop. The hoarse visionary that I loved the most, of his many incarnations, was in short supply that night.

Still, I kind of regret missing his last couple shows here. And I'll always be grateful for the many amazing songs he left us, and am looking forward to picking up his final album, You Want It Darker, which also sounds like it might just be a masterpiece.

Rest in peace, Mr. Cohen.

Tuesday, November 08, 2016

Election Day in America, in Canada

I hope that the media, in their way, has vastly overstated the support for Trump, to build up suspense and get people to "tune in tomorrow." It's been entertaining, but surely the reality in the US is that people are not so crazy that Trump stands a chance...? We will watch Clinton defeat him quickly and hugely, and get on with business as usual in the United States - warmongering with a pretty face, rather than an unpredictable wingnut fascist demagogue. That's my hope and my prediction. Even having witnessed a two-term George W. Bush presidency, I have a very hard time believing the majority of Americans will come out in favour of Donald Trump.

But I might be wrong.

I'm over on Facebook listening to Chomsky and Zizek on Trump (Zizek has come out in support of Trump; watch that Zizek clip, then maybe watch Chomsky's total dismissal of Zizek as a thinker, here).

Might go down to the Rio Theatre for this free election day event tonight.

Saturday, November 05, 2016

Momentarily nonplussed

You know, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm sitting at a used bookstore with no customers in it and no one to talk to, so I guess I'm going to vent on my blog.

I spent most of the last seven years, from 2009 until April 2016, with the primary goal of looking out for my mother, who had a debilitating stroke shortly before my father died (in November 2009). For awhile I tried to keep up teaching ESL full-time while taking care of her, but it wasn't always that practical, commuting all the way into Vancouver, leaving her alone in Maple Ridge most of the day, then coming home to shop and cook and help her around the house, before finally going home to my own apartment, to wake up in eight hours to go back to Vancouver and do it all over again. She didn't want to consider moving at all, and - the odd trips to casinos with friends aside - was more or less completely dependent on me for shopping, cooking, banking, making phone calls, or anything that involved dealing with the outside world - to say nothing of her desire for a friend to spend time with; she didn't have that many, had always been oriented towards being with her husband, and when he was gone, there really weren't that many close friends left (and all her surviving family, besides me, were in Quebec or, on my father's side, Nova Scotia or maybe Boston).

There are occasional moments I regret - when I yelled at her for doing something dangerous like reheating plastic containers in the convection oven, so that we had to clean up the puddles of it that hardened on the oven "floor," for instance; or when we fought over food safety stuff, when she'd try to insist I not throw away food that was long past the expiry date, say. Sometimes the glitches were actually kind of entertaining - like when I discovered her trying to cook bacon by draping the pieces of it over the rack of the stove, with a pan beneath to catch drippings; no, Mom, that is not one of the approved methods of cooking bacon. Sometimes I had to just sigh and play past it - as when she would try to "help" by reheating an entire gigantic bowl of food I had prepared, that would have been dinner for both of us for three days, but now had to be eaten that night, or given away, or thrown away - because you can't just reheat and chill and reheat and chill and reheat and chill the same food, over and over again, which knowledge didn't seem to be left in her brain post-stroke. That would get really frustrating if I had planned on maybe NOT cooking dinner the next night, if the leftovers were part of a plan I had that now had to be scrapped so I could buy her new food and cook it all up again, and sometimes I got aggravated with her, lost my patience, lost my temper, I admit - begging her to PLEASE not help, just to leave it all to me, because it was simpler that way, less chance of a misadventure. But eventually I mostly learned patience. I think, I hope. I regret moments - right down to her stay in the hospital, in the final month of her life, when I yelled at her for swallowing the mouthwash that they had given me because they were worried she would aspirate food and develop pneumonia, because they thought her swallowing was compromised. I was scrubbing her false teeth in the sink, and told her explicitly to swirl and spit, so that her mouth would be very, very clean after a meal. Instead, she swallowed it and - at that point I was sleeping in her hospital room, in a cot - I flipped out at her. I remember the hurt in her voice: "are you mad at me?" No, no Mom, I'm not mad, it's just really important that you not swallow the mouthwash, okay? We're cleaning your mouth out so you don't accidentally inhale food particles, and if you swallow the mouthwash, it kind of wrecks it, okay? Please just spit it out. I'm sorry I yelled.

But overall, I think I can say I took care of her pretty well. I don't think, between 2009 and 2016, when she died, that she went on a single grocery run on her own, for example. Occasionally when she was out with friends who had cars, if they stopped at a store, she would bring stuff home, too, but that was maybe a matter of five occasions in seven years. In terms of daily life, if she was out of milk, say, she would basically just resort to powdered non-dairy creamer until I could pick some up for her - which process would sometimes be complicated by her slightly impaired function after the stroke; she wouldn't always tell me what groceries she needed, or was going to need soon, until I was off in Vancouver trying to do my dayjob, for example, letting me know she'd run out of something when I could do nothing about it, then declining to just take a short walk to the nearest convenience store and get it herself. Maybe she did that once or twice, I guess. When she broke her salt shaker, I gave her directions - this was much later - in how to get to the nearest thrift store, where I'd taken her on walks many times - and she did go and get herself a nice pair, which I now have in the apartment I share with Erika, and use. I was proud of her for doing that, even blogged about it. But that sort of gives you an idea of how exceptional an occurrence that was.

Anyhow, that went on for a couple of years, but looking after her in one town and working in another was wiping me out, so when the opportunity surfaced sometime, I think, in 2011, to take a "voluntary lay-off" from the ESL school, which was in some turmoil, and collect EI, I did so. I supplemented my income with freelance writing, and Mom helped me out - which I figured was fair enough, because I was helping her. We got by - and between her helping me with rent and her somewhat regular casino-going, we blew through her savings over the course of about four years.

I had started seeing Erika, at that point, and the shape of things changed. For awhile that was a long-distance relationship, with me commuting to the island to be with her, leaving Mom to fend for herself for the odd weekend. It was a promising relationship, but the commute was complex, and Erika had her own desire to make plans - to have kids, a family, a house. I couldn't see any major changes in my circumstance while Mom was alive, though; I was barely getting by taking care of Mom and myself, and having kids didn't seem something I was ready to discuss. Eventually we decided to stop seeing each other, with that as the main issue. But then Erika got a job in Burnaby, relocated there, and it became a little less impractical to maintain a relationship; and I became more open to the idea of having a family. Which we still haven't managed to do, but let's set that aside for now - there are complicating factors, like, it's just not that easy to get her pregnant, but I've been trying.

Anyhow, the shape of things started to change over the last year or so. Money shortages meant going back to work, at the ESL school, which had managed to stay afloat, through a couple of major changes in owner. Working in Vancouver and spending more time in Burnaby with Erika meant that it kinda made sense to give up the apartment in Maple Ridge, and just sleep on Mom's couch when I was visiting her, which was how things worked for the final year of her life. When I was working full time, and maintaining a relationship, it meant she had to understand that I couldn't always be there, but I spent almost every weekend in Maple Ridge, from Friday night to Monday morning (or sometimes Sunday night). I kind of had the hang of looking out for her at that point, so for a short while, everything was okay.

Then it wasn't. The teachers decided to re-unionize, for one - which meant, as per any union shop, that the teachers who had been there the longest had the most security in their jobs. But negotiations didn't go so well, trying to get a contract established - so the teachers went on strike. It was an interesting experience, to say the least - but it unfortunately meshed up with some problems that I don't really want to go into with the company that had bought the school, which meant that class sizes suddenly dropped exponentially, and suddenly only the really senior teachers had anything like work. I was not among them; I had signed away over ten years of seniority when I went on voluntary lay off, previously - a bit of a raw deal, really, but at that point I didn't much think I'd ever go back. After barely a year back at the school - during which time I'd had pretty much full time work - I found myself struggling to get by on the odd substitute teaching gig, or after school conversation classes, which barely paid the bills. I managed to draw some EI again, for awhile, but that didn't last long or pay much. When Mom died, in April - there's a lot about that blogged here if you go back - I was able to extend the benefits for a short time, and I managed to expand my range as a freelancer, writing - as paid assignments dried up at the Straight - for the West Ender and BC Musician. I also got a few hours, sort of casual, doing the odd shift at a used bookstore, where I am now. But it's been almost a year since I had a stable, full-time job, and it's been half a year since Mom died. I kind of struggle to get enough money, from freelance gig to freelance gig, to get by, and I have been mostly doing so, with a few stressful moments thrown in.

But there's generally a feeling of needing SOMETHING TO DO, NEXT, and I don't know what it is.

Retail pays peanuts, and seems a bit of a waste of my time - though I'm passably good at it, don't mind doing it, and don't consider myself above it. It's not really a "career," though, as I see it.

I'm good at writing, and love doing it, and am grateful for the people who publish me and want to work with me - but it's not entirely reliable, as I've been doing it, and it's not like I'm paying into any long-term pension plan as a writer. Hell, I'm barely scraping up rent and grocery money. And it seems like the way of things is for people either to mooch free content or pay peanuts, these days. Probably there is money to be had for more commercial and technical writing, but it's not really what I want to be doing. If there is a way to make decent coin on print, these days, I haven't found it.

I'm also good at teaching, and like doing it, but I don't want to be at the bottom end of a chain of seniority at another union school, surviving off the crumbs of teachers who have been there longer. The overall experience at the school I've been at is disappointing to say the least. I put a lot of work into planning out my classes, developing stuff I could do, with my eyes on the long-term; now all my binders of material are sitting around in boxes, and it seems uncertain that student numbers will ever bounce back again sufficiently that I'll have a chance to return to regular work.

There are other schools out there, mind you, but some of the ones I've stuck my nose into seem pretty fly by night. Plus the way I understand teaching is predicated on the way things have been done at this one school I've been at, where over ten of my fifteen-plus years in and around language teaching have been spent. Maybe there are opportunities out there that I'm not aware of. I'm almost afraid to go looking, to be honest - because I don't want to discover that the situation is as bad as I'm afraid it might be.

I am momentarily non-plussed as to what to do with myself. I have a couple writing projects that should get me through Christmas, but after that - hell, what should I do?

I really, really, really do not know.

Friday, November 04, 2016

Commemorating Funkys Final Weekend by Posting About Last Weekend, when I actually went there


Betty Bathory as BB Allin, by Bob Hanham, not to be reused without permission

I shouldn't have worn my Fuck You Pigs shirt to Funkys last Friday. I wore it because I gathered the goo was going to fly, and wanted a shirt I didn't really have an investment in. When I bought said shirt (also at Funkys some distant night ago, on a night when the band, from Victoria, played there), it was as an example of over-the-top, good-way-to-get-yourself-beaten-by-a-cop agitprop, a shirt so offensive that it simply had to be seen to be believed. The front of the shirt shows a photograph of two uniformed police engulfed in flames, with a caption that says something to the effect of "sure, cops are people too... but so were Nazis." The back cover has a raised middle finger and the band name, in big, hand-scrawled letters. In no way do I endorse this message; though no doubt there are paramilitary, punk-beating asshole police officers out there, I've met plenty of helpful, responsible cops in my day, had a father who worked as a jail guard, and - maybe most importantly - have no investment in waving red flags in the eyes of bulls. That side of punk culture - the ACAB, throw-a-bottle-at-a-cop-car side - has always seemed a smidgen pathological, truth be known: kids acting out because they secretly WANT to be put back in place by an authority figure. Still, I figured - this is what I'm like when I've been drinking near a merch table, and have a little extra money in my pocket - that I needed to buy one so I could show it to people: can you believe this shirt? Can you believe this band name? Move over Crucifucks! Step to one side, MDC! It's the Fuck You Pigs!

Anyhoo, since I bought it, I've actually contemplated getting rid of it a few times, since it's generally just hung around in my closet. It's not the sort of thing you want to be wearing when you're meeting your girlfriend's parents or teaching an ESL class, you know? If I weren't half-convinced that the little old ladies at any thrift store I donated it to would go "eww" and throw it away, I prolly would have just donated it somewhere. I think I can say with accuracy that the GG Allin tribute show I was attending (see below) was the only social event I have been to since I bought the shirt where it actually counted as appropriate attire, and I figured, having brought a change of clothes, that if it got TOO messy, I would just throw the thing away, or leave it draped on a chair by the bar. Maybe the guy who stole my Bison shirt would appreciate it?

Sadly, now that Betty Bathory smeared her "poo" on the shirt during her tour of the pit, my sentimental attachment to the shirt has increased. Now I can't get rid of it (though I did wash the poop off the next day). It will ever be the t-shirt that BB Allin wiped her poo on, equal to other bits of rock ephemera I have (like a broken drumstick that Brad of Bison threw into the pit at the Red Gate, on his last ever night with the band; I still have that in a box somewhere, too. To think that some would call it garbage!).

In any case: it was an interesting two nights at Funkys, last weekend. The previous evening, Thursday, Johnny and the Tit Whistles, Beneath the Throne, and Social Arsonist played. I doubt there were ten paying customers in the bar at any given point. Headcounts that I did from the stage area never rose above fifteen, and even if you figure there were five or ten people tucked around the corner from where I sat - including a few people who were obviously there to just drink - there were thirteen people in the club who were actually in the bands playing. You gather from Wendy that that is pretty normal, lately, and not just at Funky's - which fits with my own experience of seeing the Furies, the Prettys and Pill Squad down the street at the SBC to a crowd almost as thin. Bands that have been around a long time, and can safely get taken for granted, might only draw a crowd depending on what else is happening that night; and people often don't want to come out to see lesser-known, younger bands stick their toe into the water for the first time, when they can see something tried and true. It raises the question of how these lesser known bands - Beneath the Throne, for instance, who have only ever played Chilliwack before - will ever get to become "known," if there aren't people like Wendy around who make it a mandate to support bands in their formative years. Members of Bison and War Baby have both, when I asked about Wendy, said how appreciative they were that Wendy let them play, early on. You can't ever have polished, accomplished bands if you don't give the junior ones a place to play, and I suspect there are lots of bands in Vancouver who owe thanks to wendythirteen. One of the sweeter moments of the night was to see Beneath the Throne - who obviously have aspirations to be something big someday, with stage patter that suggested a much larger and more enthusiastic crowd than was really there, and a kind of arena-friendly style of mainstreamish metal - chatting in excited whispers, after the show, about how they were going to eventually make it to the Rickshaw (the big time!).

They were good, mind you. All three bands had stuff going for them. Suspected pickle bandits (?) Johnny and the Tit Whistles were entertainingly self-deprecating and had a bouncy, playful style of punk, with  maybe a pinch of folk metal in some of their riffage. The singer's shtick seems to be to be a real twat to his other band members - especially the bassist - but I presume that was ironic from the gitgo; they were, after all, the guys who broke out their bics to wave them, lit, in tribute to the more, uh, "gassy" passages of songs by Beneath the Throne (who, if they noticed they were being made fun of, played past it admirably). Still, Beneath the Throne had a pretty great lead guitarist - looked to be a bit older than the other band members, with a shorn head and a Slayer shirt, so I'm guessing he's been around for awhile, and their songs were all solid, even tho' I suspect they listen to a lot more Megadeth and Anthrax and Metallica than I do. Which is fine; they would do great at the Rickshaw, I'm not puttin'em down.

As for Chilean-Canadian thrashers Social Arsonist - well, I left early, only seeing a couple of their songs, having burned out, but I like the stuff on their Soundcloud and nabbed a CD for consumption at my leisure, and I've already written about them before. Suffice to say, the problem with the scene here isn't that these junior bands are no good: it's that there's tons of them, and a lot of them ARE good, or have the potential to be. It's actually a really fertile time for music in Vancouver, and there's more seeds than shit in the soil. But what exactly is going to grow out of all that is...

...I'm going to just abandon that metaphor. The final weekend at Funky's is THIS weekend. I don't feel well, and have other stuff going on, so I won't be going out. Plus as final moments at Funkys go, nothing is going to possibly top Bloody Betty Bathory saying "hey Allan" from the stage, as she was walking off, and breaking some sort of bottle on my head (made of sugar glass, presumably, but I wasn't going to taste the shards she left in my hair to find out). It's a great last moment at Funkys - followed by Bob giving me a lift to Waterfront Station, "shitfaced" in the most literal sense of the term, since she had smeared his cheek and he hadn't wiped it off. Her performance was equal parts top-notch GG Allin cover band and brilliant theatre, which also saw me got pissed on by her (with a colourless, odorless mystery substance from a tank that she hauled around behind her, that spurted from between her legs like real male pee). There was also deep red blood (she self-mutilated onstage, also presumably fake), a needle, and some mouth froth, as she OD'd, quivering, to "Die When You Die," killing herself onstage just like GG Allin always threatened to do (but then being able to get up and walk away: there really is something to be said for fake GG, as opposed to the dreaded Real Thing).

I didn't get any photos of the Thursday night. Here are some photos of me drinking at Funkys on Friday, however - I just figured "fuckit, I'll buy a pitcher for myself." And I got a few pics of Betty's Fuck Guns, a solid Sex Pistols cover band who opened; the MC during one of the interludes; and Balony Sandwich, a very entertaining Green Day cover band who did the mid-show set (note the cool people in Residents costumes in the pit! Alas, I never heard back from the fella in the wicked Captain Spaulding costume, who was gonna send me pics of us together). Then my battery died, which is just as well. It was nice to be in the pit enjoying myself without a camera between me and what was going on. (People who want to see other pics of the night are directed to the great Bob Hanham, who got some great ones; all photos below are by me).

More to come on wendythirteen, but meantime, if you haven't been to Funkys lately, the next couple days are your last chance.
























Final shows at Funkys:

FRI NOV 4 * VANCOUVER METAL PRESENTS A FUNDRAISER AND RAFFLE FOR EILEEN * THE MOUNTAIN MAN * HASHTEROID * KILLING MACHINE [JUDAS PRIEST] * HALLUX *
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SAT NOV 5 * LEGION OF GOONS * REDS * BEAVERETTE * THE GAGGED * AUSTRINGER * SHOW 9PM SHARP *
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