In-depth discussion with rock art photographer bev. davies including: hippie days with Neil Young and Joan Anderson (Joni Mitchell), shooting punk pioneers DOA and Subhumans, Motörhead in a park, David Bowie in a stadium, Brian Jonestown Massacre flipping off crowd and so many more.
Also stories from backstage with Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister, Nardwuar collaborations, Duran Duran posing at soundcheck, and remarks about various Vancouver venues.
Plus insights about role of photographer as artist, conundrums of accreditation and access, reasons for a long hiatus, crafting the perfect shot, shoes versus sneakers, origins of calendars and exhibits, and plans for a book.
Recorded August 2010 in Strathcona, Vancouver, BC, Canada.
For reasons i don’t understand myself
I dream of downtowns i will never visit
I prefer to exist in tiny villages with a
Efficient post office, perfect cafe and bakery
Next to a bookshop with stationary
Fresh pencils and inky pens
But when i try (i only try) to sleep
Rocked by tracks or waves
Or a simulation of above
I am high collared coat and
Lost in a city i am unsure about
Devoid of knowledge or expectations
Tucking down alleys so narrow
I can touch each side
Intuition leads me to a diner or bar
With 8 seats or less
A barman asks me to finish a top-shelf bottle
So he can finally restock
Entirely impolite not to oblige
A lady en route to work asks me nervously
And tells me her real name without request
Immigrant dishwasher asks for five for a smoke
On the rainy stoop
Favorite music i’ve never heard
Faded enka ballads, and low fado
Improvised bass notes
From the Arco hotel
When i leave, only the lights gently undim,
As a gracious hint
Misty rain invariably falls
I steady with a cane rather than an umbrella
Which simply neglects the senses
Of acute tactility
Neither warm nor chill
Wool and silk release a fragrance
Of countryside hounds
And afternoon farm toil
The trousers are pressable to show again
A crisp crease and a scarf doubles as a hint
Of elegance and distracts from leather boots,
Muddied atop polish from a dirt road monsoon of
The non-fiction chapter of erstwhile reality
Elizabeth: Sweet and kind holiday message arrived in time for Christmas! Thank you Dave Olson !! Wishing you a new year full of 100% health and energy boosts.
Got a fantastic gift of art in the mail today. Thanks so very much, my brother from another mother. Dave miss you, wishing you only the best.
Handmade inky-stamped snail mail art with tea pic, correspondence and poetry amidst tropical fish stamps from far off land, with a precious golden panda sticker received today in delight and so appreciated, thank you Dave.
Correspondence received and much appreciated, thanks Dave
O, my favourite travelling poet.
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