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Parallel Parked (for Lemmy)

Double parked
on a parallel highway
Broke down and hazy
on an alternate byway

I called out to God
Odin and Buddha
all i learn’d is
they all are much taller

Parallel parked in an
galactic spacepod
Where mustangs roam freely
if you promise to return

Floating far above any water
drinking only mud and mire
chasing fireflies in ditches
tangled cactus and barbwire

I’ll build up a lost slab
a hut of cow dung and roadkill
i’ll meditate on the lizards
and what for the return signal

Magnolias and hibiscus
it’s was sure nice to meet us
i’ll send live oak telegrams
with greetings from the forge

Nothing New

Nothing new about
Night trains
Bound for
Pointsward south

Nothing surprising
About you leaving
Just how
It all went down

I still keep
Not so smartly
Your kissing photo
On my stupid phone

What i thought
Was a seductive kiss
Was the start of
A long goodbye

I loved you
Unmercifully
And i suppose
that’s not my
only problem

You can erase my
Barrage of text messages
And delete me from your stream
But i know i’ll always haunt you
On all the days between

Your vacations to all-inclusives
New years at fancy bars
Can’t make up for my
True affections
Shown sleeping under
Desert stars

You will know how it feels
To be haunted by the kindest ghost
Nothing mysterious
Or creepy about me
I’m just the one you’ll miss the most

I’ve followed your directions
And recipes for lucid dreaming
Put the rocks in careful circles
Sprigs rounding the
Waxy candles burning

Following You

I’m sticking with you
whoever we are
i’m following you

Leaping and bounding
scrambling to be
nearer to you

You gave me a capsule
and said stay right beside me
as you scampered away

I scrambled to find you
floating above me
suitcases for ballast
and taking on air

Pixie blond hair
like a maiden from Norseland
i’m broke down and achey

Reef swimming
with sharks and 2 joints inside me
stare down at the abyss
where no one can find me
except turtles, rays and you

So i’m following you
believing in you
and will  start a religion
where they chant your name
your space name, or earth name
no matter to me
the reality you emerged from is what amused me

Busted down again on
and endless roadway
i’d gap the points
but haven’t a match book
to save me
while waiting for you
to come find me again

Because i’m following you
wherever you come from
zeros and ones
or rockslide survivor

i don’t see auras
but i do see clouds
which are chasing me

Activat’d

V 1

After so long in the wilderness

I finally saw your smoke signal

Heard the spark light the kindling

Cracking like a starting pistol

V 2

For so long now we’ve remained

stretched across the planet

We’ve stared at different stars

Perched on mountains of granite

C:

All it took was

A few short words

To remind me why i’ve waited

Why I’m patient

when you’re nowhere near

Cause you got me…

You got me activated

V 3

I wonder where we’ll meet again

Will it be a coincidence?

Or a plan artfully crafted –

Across a vast distance

V 4

I imagine you still care

About as much as i do

Even if i’m mistaken

I’ll do everything i need to

V 5

Crossing deserts or climbing mountains

Crossing steepest valleys

But for now not much to do

But wander through dirty alleys

V 6

I picture you somewhere

A queen in a king size bed

Is there room for me in there

At last together instead

Front Row, Surrounded by Pals, Lost in Music

++ Front Row, Surrounded by Pals, Lost in Music ++

Whalley-ite and publisher of the fanzine Terminally Stupid and Vancouver hardcore music historian of sorts Dan Walters shared this snap. Can ya spot me? I’m always front row and smiling – i like it loud and music was escape. Note middle part hair.

Anyhow, Dan writes, “York Theatre Feb 17 1985 TSOL headlined. In the photo with you, Brad, Kamel, Kai, Kelly, Tim is Judas Goat onstage- Dave and Brian from DOA with Andy Graffiti on drums.”

Kameljit Gill was a force of nature (it was early days for the Indian influx to Surrey), tall, fearless and creative and always stirring up trouble – also an asshole but it was Whalley, you sorta had to be – i havent seen him since these olden days. Kai (another big guy) and him would make me be the first stage diver at shows to get things going. They’d toss me up there and sometimes even catch me when i leapt – pain tolerance was higher than. Brad Rees and I were pretty inseparable and i snuck out and stayed at his house often cause his Mom was cool (still is) and we could play music in the basement (until a grumpy step-dad would get liquored and angry).

Lots of the punk bands (which to me were already legendary superheroes) had “Fuck Bands” where they’d switch up instruments and wear ridiculous costumes and adopt other personas (I recall Chainsaw Running with Dave Gregg on drums being another).

Our little squad of Whalley misfits were all very different but hung out cause we were punks in a land of metal hessians. We made fanzine and bands. Notably AOT (Abortions on Toast) which the aforementioned Mr. Walters digitized the cassette “Music to Eat Lightbulbs by” (which i’ll make a soundcloud for one of these days and share some snaps). Dan Barney has a tshirt. I don’t.

The York was such a great place as shows were all ages and, importantly for us suburban skid kids, *NOT* downtown. Busses were tough (this is pre-Skytrain when we rolled the 312 or 316 in) and sometimes we were stuck walking all the way to Hastings/Refrew PNE to catch a bus back to Surrey. This night, we got as far as Whalley Exchange which was a shit place to be at 1AM or so. Dayton boot clad Whalley Burnouts ruled Surrey then and you’d get stomped if not careful. I hated living there and music was my escape.

These few years (83-85) were halcyon times for me seeing dozens of bands. Saving my money from delivering Real Estate Weekly newspaper to see shows from Bowie at BC Place to Clash at Coliseum to Dead Kennedys at York and Ramones at Commodore (at 14) and dozens more including loads of California-based punk bands and DOA a few dozens times. Bill of Rights, Death Sentence, House of Commons, Shanghai Dog seemed to open up so many shows (hence the fuck bands to bring variety). Plus Bag O Dirt, Slits, I Braineater, Spores….

On a personal note: This night, my Mom picked me/us up at Whalley Exchange (called from a payphone at Mac’s), the 17th was her birthday and Dad was not thrilled i went to the show and out late and all that. A couple months later my parents were split and i moved to Utah. Life changed a lot. These were golden times for me and the only shows i regret are the ones i didn’t go to.

The York turned into the Raja cinema and then was evidently saved from demolition by East Van Cultch.

Did you see shows at the York? Were you a suburban kid escaping for music? Did music save you? Define you? Tell me about it.

Wildflower (for Foster)

v.1

Foster can you tell me
where you left the tapes
me on my first guitar
you riffing poetic escapes

v.2

We hit record in parent’s basement
our earnest, unflinching truth
unaware three years later
you’d cashed in on your youth

c.

I’d go visit your gravesite
but i’d waste precious hour
you don’t belong in flat mown lawn
when you are a wildflower

don’t need to pour one out for you
or leave a fat one rolled
i’ll just light the signal fires
to make sure your story’s told

b.

Im equally cynical
about magic, myths and cults
check your religion elsewhere
unless about happiness
but every once in a while
i’ll catch a shimmering eye
an elder mountain lady
or a wizened, grizzled father
I notice your mischievous gleam
seeking intelligence
and think reincarnation
might not be what we think
you didn’t come back a baby
a persian cat or sacred cow
instead we are added
to something bigger than ourselves
another log on a funeral pyre
sparks of you glint forever
illuminating something strange
like spores inoculating an old growth root
or lighting when there is no rai

v.3

smartest kid in high school
verified by federal agents
a useless accolade your discovered
and sought a slanting tangent

v.4

eschewed all the scholarships
bored by any constraints
split westward like we dreamed
and landed in the Haight

v.5

i ignored their useless platitudes
self serving, cliched and quaint
“was taken from us far too soon” they moan
when their missing your whole point

v.6

you didn’t mean to leave per se
but no one took you away
your charted your own course
regardless of consequenc

v.7

quick neighbourhood update
the horse kicked others besides you
found in gas station bathroom stalls
still and already turning blu

v.8

not sure what you were lacking
or seeking with your experiment
it’s not on me to judge my friend
only to share this brief lament

Grey Suits

The chemtrails are on schedule
To continue toxic chaos they made
Fresh lies and sadness called
Keeping Mercury in retrograde

The Bilderbergers gather round
Get Bohemian Grove on the line
A conference call of the grey suits
Planning overthrows on time

Discussing boozy schemes
Catastrophes and disasters
Fabricate dictators to depose
Decide where to send the cheques

Patch in the Illuminati
From opulent bunkers in Havana
To decide the fates of diplomats
And operatives going where they wanna

Grand Moff Mason waits patiently
Perched on a fainting chesterfield
Practicing secret Mormon shakes
Browsing maps of secret pyramid revealed

I’ll swap your exceptionalism
For genocidal manifest destiny
You privateer’ed the assets
Under a shroud of security

Thief by any name is still a liar
When you shoot the rubber ammunitions
And rain down the murder drones
Not acting for humans, just greater attrition

Earthquake season coming up
Typhoons coming for all
Check the calendar to see the
Floods and pestilence scheduled for the fall

Details of faulty pipelines
Arteries of crude tar oil
Frakking seams to exploit
And how to split the spoils

The Rothchilds do the arithmetic
To calculate child labour to order
To keep Debeers in diamonds
And Nantucket engagements to quota

Wall Street hedgers fumble blindly
At another 3 martini lunch
Finding happiness in excess
Confusing hubris for a good hunch

Urgent update coming in right quick
From the industry reprogramming base
Another celebrity found dead
We don’t got the time to save face

Call it a suicide, heart attack or overdose
Give the Enquirer the pertinent deets
Comment on sexuality predilections
Just keep the distractions deep

Cold Water Flat

V.1

Landlady’s always angry

So I keep stranger hours

Meditate to TV static

Decorate with fresh flower

V.2

Use the payphone downstairs

Still with a rotary dial

Instant coffee in electric kettle

Takeaway leftovers wrapped in foil

C.1

I will wait for you

In this cold water flat

Paid 3 months in advance

For this walk-up tenement

V.3

I’ve waited near a decade now

Loved other in between

But affections are on hiatus

Until you conquer me

V.4

Complications acknowledged

I’m complicit to the scheme

Reinvention and retribution

Or maybe something in between

C.2

I’m still waiting for you

In this cold water flat

Three storey Victorian lady

I’ve mailed you a scribbled map

V.5

Hot water register yawns

Either freezes of burns

Three coins to run the washer

Dirt spins and I yearn

V.6

Two bricks and stolen planks

Fashion a sturdy coffee table

Year old magazines bore me

Come quickly – as soon as you’re able

V.7

Registered with a fake name

Though i’ve nothing to fear

Endearments terms are wide open

Come by whenever, I’m always here

C.3

I’m here sequestered

In this cold water home

Hinges are rusty squeaky

Mournful jazz saxophone

V.8

Gave up the booze mostly

And usually the smokes

My addictions have changed now

Hooked on lamenting lost hope

V.9

I’m better than you expected

Finer than you’ve wished

My heart is wide open

Like a cliche cinema kiss

C.4

Please come to me

In this cold water room

I’ve survived the winter barely

And desire you so very soon

B.1

There’s a broken bidet

and a persian french cat

striped awning across the street

where strangers wait for a bus

going home to a fresh bottle

cork just popped by a lover

or even a gentle friend –

envy is useless emotion

as is its cousin jealousy

takes all my self-restraint

to maintain dignity

not shout out the window

go home, go quick

love you fools, be loved

“Return to the Scene of the Crime” Punk Rock Photos at Smilin’ Buddha with bev. davies

At the iconic Smilin Buddha Cabaret and Restaurant in Vancouver’s downtown Eastside, legendary punk rock photographer bev. davies (sic) shows the photos in her recent “(Return to the) Scene of the Crime” exhibit featuring photos taken at his landmark venue between 1979 and 1983.

Bev Daviesbev. davies by Kris Krug

Dave uncleweed Olson — with attorney Lindsay Lazlo Bailey — asks about her process, the stories behind photos, anecdotes about the subjects and flashbacks about the shows.

Plus, they discuss:

* various parenting tips and stories with heavy metal warlords (Bruce Dickinson, Lemmy Killmister, Dee Snider)
* ideas for a book of bev’s photos (form, cost, etc)
* the history of her remarkable calendars with Nardwuar
* some friends who’ve died (RIP Dave Gregg, Brain Goble)
* hollandaise sauce and skateboards ramps

Note: As a fan and supporter of bev’s work, i’ve also interviewed her (along with new-school photographer and activist Kris Krug) at Northern Voice in a talk called “Building a Scene — Rock n Rock Photos” and another interview to appear soon.

Links:

* Smiling Buddha Cabaret Restaurant
* bev smilin buddha photoset
* Rock n Roll Photo talk video
+ videographer’s notes
* Rock n Roll photo recap
* Rock n Roll Photo talk slides
* Bev on Twitter
* Miss 604 annotations from talk
* DaveO photos from 144 punk photos

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More bev. davies articles:

BEV DAVIES AND DOA in the Skinny Magazine

Bev Davies and D.O.A.: Returning to the scene of the crime in Beatroute magazine

SKULL SKATES PRESENTS RETURN TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME WITH D.O.A.

I’ve Seen the Pathway (Tired Traveler)

i’ve seen the pathway
tis cobbled rocky and twisted
arranged enough to confuse
and mislead
but it leads
to the finest lands
you’ve ever dreamed

if you manage to stand
and can navigate by orion
you’ll arrive in the bay
left by bandits, fishers and seers
where abundance and tranquillity await
so replenish your weighted mind
tired traveler
and soak in the nectar of another
delirious day