That’s actually the name of a never-quite-finished Potatomen song. Or, to be quite accurate, I finished writing it, and the band even practiced it a few times, but for one reason or another, it never quite made it into the repertoire, catalog, what have you.
I still hum it to myself once in a while, though, especially whenever I’m moved to tackle that ragged cardboard box of photos dating back to the late 60s that’s been hogging space in the middle of my office floor almost since I moved into this apartment a year and a half ago.
The goal is to get all the pictures, at least the worthwhile ones, scanned and put up on the internet so they’ll live on for posterity. Unfortunately, there are enough of them that I fear I’ll wear out my scanner before I’m anywhere near finished, and then of course there’s always the worry about whether the internet itself will have room for them all.
But it’s a particularly wretched and rainy weekend (two parts England and one part Eureka), so I made a stab at getting started, and here are some of the first results:
First up, above we have a picture I took at Gilman in 1993, featuring Paul from Monsula, Marshall Stax from Blatz and Subincision, and Bill Schneider, who was in Monsula, the Skin Flutes, Uranium Nine Volt, and currently plays with Pinhead Gunpowder. Below is one of the very few photographs (he was not fond of having his picture taken) of MRR head honcho and Gilman Street co-founder Tim Yohannan. It was taken by Murray Bowles, sometime, I’m guessing, during the late 80s, though it could have been later. I should know who the guy with him is, but I can’t quite place him. Someone out there will tell me, I’m sure. Update: sure enough, someone did tell me, that someone being Martin Sprouse, who reminds me that Tim’s companion here was Bob Noxious, of the infamous Fuck Ups, and adds, “They weren’t really the best of friends… You can see that from the look on Tim’s face.”
Above we have Dallas Denery, now Professor Dallas Denery, singing with Sweet Baby Jesus. I’m guessing this is Club Foot in San Francisco, which would make it late 1986. Photo by Murray Bowles. The guy in the cowboy hat in the background is “Diamond” Dave Whitaker, about whom Bob Dylan said, “A great curiosity respecting the man had also seized me and I had to find out who Woody Guthrie was. It didn’t take me long. Dave Whitaker, one of the Svengali-type Beats on the scene happened to have Woody’s autobiography, Bound for Glory, and he lent it to me. I went through it from cover to cover like a hurricane, totally focused on every word.” Dave also claims to be the one who first turned Dylan onto pot when the then-aspiring folk singer used to crash on his floor in Dinkytown.
Below are “Dr.” Frank Portman and Jon Von Zelowitz playing with the Mr. T Experience, definitely at the Club Foot (I’d know that wallpaper anywhere), and almost certainly in the autumn of 1986. Photo again by Murray Bowles.
Above: Robert Eggplant, renowned for many things, but perhaps most famous for his roles as guitarist of Blatz and editor-publisher of Absolutely Zippo. This is possibly the neatest, as in most orderly, that Eggplant’s hair has ever been since he first showed up at Gilman on his skateboard in 1987, aged 14.
Below: Jesse Luscious, lead singer of Blatz, at a show in Eggplant’s legendary backyard (also the scene of the *very* last Operation Ivy show, which took place the after the much better known last show at Gilman Street. I won’t even pretend to know what exactly is going on here, so I’ll leave it to your imaginations. Also of note: Jesse is currently an elected official in the City of Berkeley and still volunteers at Gilman. Both photos by Murray Bowles.
Above: David Hayes, co-founder of Lookout Records, 1986 or 87. It should be noted that David was not normally in the habit of eating rats. Photo by me. Below: Patrick Hynes and Chris Appelgren, the bright sparks who replaced David when he left Lookout at the end of 1989. Photo by me, I think, but I wouldn’t swear to it.
Above: Canadian indie faves cub pay a visit to the place where it all – okay, well, some of it – began. This was one of their first trips to California, and Smugglers front man (and current CBC radio personality) Grant Lawrence filled in on drums for them. On the left, Robynn Iwata and in the middle, Lisa Marr. I have no idea who took the photo. Perhaps a passing pot farmer?
Below: Grant Lawrence looking dapper, debonair, suave and sophisticated as he sits backstage preparing a Smugglers setlist. I guess I took the photo? I really don’t know.
Above: Ian Mackaye unloads equipment from the Fugazi van in Prague, (then) Czechoslovakia, 1992. The redhead in the foreground is Mary Jane, who along with Christy Colcord was driving the Mr. T Experience around Europe, and I was along for the ride. Mary Jane and Christy also took Green Day on their first couple European tours. Photo by me.
Below: Chris Gambin, generally believed to be the inspiration for the character “Little G” in the Aaron Cometbus novel Double Duce. Atop a bale of hay in Old Town, Eureka (something to do with the 4th of July), probably 1992. Photo by me.
Above: Joe King and I at Big Sound studio near Portland, Maine, during the recording of the Queers’ Don’t Back Down. Joe always tried very hard not to be amused by my antics, but he wasn’t always successful.
Below: I’m not sure if this was one of my antics or if I’m just passed out on the floor with Joe’s guitar. Same studio, same occasion; I don’t know who took the photos. It could have been Mass Giorgini, who was engineering the session.
Above: Nardwuar the Human Serviette of Vancouver BC’s Evaporators, radio and television fame, and certainly Canada’s most singular interviewer and all-round personality!
Below: Davey, about whom there’s a Potatomen song and who is now a distinguished professor of art at a college whose location will remain undisclosed because he’d kill me if his students ever caught sight of this photo. Taken by me at Gilman Street, 1993.
And that’s it for now. I have an appointment somewhere out there in the pouring rain. Oh, by the way, the two old folks at the top are my great-great grandfather and grandmother. The photo was taken sometime in the 1870s, I believe.