The Pack A.D. – Haunt You

Looking back over what I’ve written, a lot of babble, just kinda felt like writing it down, had to be done. So, just scroll to the bottom for the topic at hand…the music!
I’m not “that guy” but I so want to be.  Just stole this off Cheech Marin’s page on fucking facebook, it had the caption, “that one homie who’s down to roll anywhere…” but I cut that off because pictures don’t need captions if it’s a good picture.  This is an even better picture because it represents a symbolic gesture.  Maybe I’m reading too much into it, because I would be very surprised if this wasn’t photoshopped…dudes hands look very funny to me.  I guess that’s the wave of the future and photo manipulation could be construed as an art form. Regardless, like I said, a symbolic gesture.

My life is separated into several chapters mostly based on where I was living at the time. LA, Burbank, Humboldt, San Diego and now, NoWhere Kansas.  The above photo is a recent street view of the last place I lived in LA, 213 Reno Street in what they called the Rampart District.  Neat little bungalow apartments.  There were Ecuadorians (had a crush on one of the daughters, Dad was kinda creepy), Filipinos (had a crush on one their daughters too, so I punched her in the arm to let her know how much I liked her and almost got my ass kicked by her Satanas older brother), Mexicans (scary lookin Dad who worked his ass off, Oscar was my bud), Nicaraguans (my buddies, Tony [Led Zeppelin rules!] and Miguel [Van Halen Rules!] who lived downstairs, in 79 thought I was “punk rock” because they could hear me playing the one B52s 7″ I had), Black (Jehovah’s Witnesses, always scared because of creepy wife beater stalker ex-husband), Peruvians (the landlord who hated cats, but saved me from a serious ass beating, by some local vatos…another story), and my Mom and I, whatever the fuck we are or were to our neighbors.  Great place to grow up, and even though it was a shitty neighborhood at the time (I don’t know what it’s like 40 years later), we didn’t hardly notice how bad it was.  We were scared of the gangs a little bit, but there were several that were fighting in that part of town, Temple Street, Diamond Street, 18 Street, Satanas, Korean Killers, and eventually MS13 when the Salvadorians started moving in.  This was all before the crack epidemic of the 80’s though, and I don’t think I had ever heard of a drive by shooting.  Once in a while a shooting, but mostly stabbings and beatings.  Still, lots of fun growing up there.  Public schools were pretty shitty though, I would have went to Virgil Junior High and then probably Belmont High School, so we moved to the valley…Hello Burbank!

Just saw The Collection (sequel to The Collector) for the umpteenth time and ran across this song that tickled my fancy more than it had before.  These two movies have fantastic scores and soundtracks, may have featured a tune or two before.  This time around, it’s The Pack A.D. doing “Haunt You”. Their Wikipedia page calls them “a Canadian garage rock duo from Vancouver, British Columbia. Known for their explosive live performances and the ability to generate a massive sound with only two members.” Any song that has hmmm-ing and aaah-ing in it has to be good. I imagine this was very popular on college radio at the time, sort of mainstream underground. The video is spectacular…

Here you are at the start, everything is so great
A new house, a new life, so absurdly safe
Got some kids, stupid kids, a wife at the gate
But something lurks, unseen, maybe something you ate

I died
I died
I died
I’ll haunt you

Just like a bad plot, I won’t tell you why
Under floor or in a wall is where my secret lies
I’ll come for your family first, so set them free
In some way, you alone, have clearly offended me

I died
I died
I died
I’ll haunt you

See I can’t leave this house, for me it’s far too late
If we’re going to live as one, let’s get this straight
I can trip you up just by, moving things around
And make you ethereal just like the hell I found

…and live they show their chops too…

Crutch – Ed’s garage Eugene, Oregon

“This Crutch recording was made in my garage 1870 W 18th ave in Eugene, Oregon during summer 1996. James Forbes on bass and singing; Marten Bradley on guitar and singing; Jessie Wickman on drums. They parked their orange van in my driveway and hung out for several days. It was a blast having them as company. I can remember Jessie teaching my kid Cosmo how to do paradiddles with drumsticks on the concrete porch. James had this killer tiny red portable travel bong that we reefed a lot of good herb through. Marten was just cool as fuck. IN the summer heat, we tracked this shit in my hot garage on a mackie 1202 run through a Fostex x26 4 track recorder. The guys did their own vocals at night while I rested up and ate with the family.  One of my favorite summer memories.
I don’t know the songs, James might say: hanging stateside is the first one. Sorry, go get bent,  Ed Cole 2017”

The cumulative coolness factor of the guys in this band is off the fucking charts, the finest Humboldt ex-pats ever…just love this recording. Ed sez 1996, but Lil’ Jimmy sez 1997…regardless, this is one of those rare gems that could have been lost in time…


Thanx to Debbie Davenport for the pics from this wondrous event!!!

…and Debbie’s Son Max…

One Man Running

The final (I think this makes four) One Man Running post. Looked high and low for pictures of them live but nothing. Sam Atakra must have some, but he’s too busy to bother (whenever I try to engage him in conversation on FB he never replies). I know someone out there has some, but I don’t know anyone anymore nohow (nor do I care tremendously). So as a consummate animated GIF-aholic, I made do. Nothing compares to OMR live, but this will do for demonstration purposes. While out searching for images, ran across this blog post at Remote Outposts about their Stress 7″ that got put out on Kirbdog Records. The blog is still live, but the link to the music for the 7″ is dead (as blogging is). Just in case the blog itself disappears, here is the text…
“My partner, Anandi put out this record on Kirbdog records back in 1992, so I asked her to write this entry, but she said “I have nothing interesting to say about it.” I said “There’s gotta be something…like, why did you put it out? Where did you get the money? Maybe an interesting story about the band?” Then, she told me this:
“My friend Tracy needed to get from Santa Rosa (where we lived) to Sebastopol (his parents house), but he didn’t have a car and was afraid to get caught driving since he was taking his driver’s test the next day…he only had a permit. So, he stole his friend’s car and I drove him to Sebastopol, even though I didn’t have a license and had never driven a car before. Well, we wrecked the car. The owner of the car got pissed and wanted to be paid for the damages. Neither of us had any money to pay for it. My dad had been holding onto some money that my grandmother had left for me to use for college. It was only a couple thousand dollars and that wasn’t enough to pay for college anyway, so he gave it to me to pay for the damages. There was still some money left over and I decided that I should put out a record. I didn’t really know ONE MAN RUNNING that well, but I liked their band and they didn’t have a record out…so, I put this out for them.”
ONE MAN RUNNING existed for a short time in the small town of Arcata, CA. Their only recorded output appears on a demo tape (found here), the Can Of Pork compilation (on Lookout Records) and on this 7″. Their songs are simple and poppy, yet insanely fucking addictive. They have that same tinny sound that alot of late ’80’s/early ’90’s Bay Area bands seemed to share (think: CRIMPSHRINE, OP IVY, CRINGER). I can’t drive down the 101 through Humboldt County without singing the line “Smokestacks and treeeeeees!” in my head (or out loud).
A digital version of this appears at the end of a FIFTEEN cd, but I put this up on my blog so that you don’t have to endure the pain and embarrassment caused by actually owning any music by FIFTEEN.”
EDIT:  My link to the 7″ is dead, here’s what I had to say about it in 2008, “Well I haven’t done a Humboldt post in a while, so here goes.  (I should note here, because there are so many places with Humboldt in the name, there’s even a Humboldt Kansas, that we are taking about Humboldt, California, USA.  It is a large sparsely populated county on the northcoast.)  I have done several posts on these guys with some info and thoughts, so do yourself a favor and check those out.  This is not my favorite recording by these guys but it is definitely the cleanest.  I personally think Chuck’s voice is too clean and even though they were a poppy punk kind of band, this just steps over the edge a little too much (just my feeble opinion).  I saw these guys play so many times and maybe it’s just my preference for live music, but these guys had an edginess that isn’t really developed here.  After saying all that, I still love this 7″ and these guys never got the recognition they deserved.  The reality is where they were from made it difficult but not impossible and I don’t think they were really capable of taking it any further.  Speed and weed can really suck the life out of most people unless they are taken in moderation.  Having used up my pounds of these substances, I know that these are for recreation only and only a few out there can be productive when they make these things a major part of their lives.  Once again, just my opinion.  I can’t find much of anything about these guys out on the web so it’s up to people like me who were there to pass this on.”  Some folks were chatting on the Humboldt Punk page on fucking FB recently and this 7″ came up…brought back some good memories.  Anyway I had it uploaded on the old blog, the links are long gone and it’s not uploaded in it’s entirety on fucking YT so what the hell…

EDIT: The link is now dead at YT as well as the fucking band Fifteen and their fucking label Hopeless claimed copyrights.  Hmmm…grrr.  So I wrote to Chuck, “Hey Chuck! I don’t know if you are on here ever but just wanted to give you a heads up. The label Hopeless Records and the band Fifteen are claiming ownership of your OMR songs on the Stress 7″. I had it up on youtube and they filed a complaint…they may in fact owe you royalties if this band/label is stealing your songs.”  He probably doesn’t give a fuck one way or another, but…

I personally thought the 7″ was good, but didn’t catch the intensity that OMR were live. They could literally tear shit up. In fact, of all the bands I experienced in my 7 year stay up there, OMR was my favorite. Between them and Brent’s TV, they both could have been huge had they been discovered. The fact that Green Day made it huge and OMR did not is a torturous injustice. Spilt milk I guess. Apparently Atakra has given all of his recordings on VHS of live shows in Humboldt (late 80s to mid-90s) to someone who is going to digitize them. When this happens you will be able to see OMR live, but until then, here is the audio to 6 live songs they did in May of ’91 (thanx to Ed Cole for providing the MP3s…the left channel was lower than the right so I fixed that and made the recording a little louder). I had this up on the old blog and of course those links are dead too, here is the text from that, Ed did me yet another huge favor and sent me some more One Man Running.  He said, “these are from the KHSU benefit at the Beer Gardens.  I think the date was May 9th or May 14th, 1991.”  My memory is pretty much like bobbing for apples, but I just have a good feeling about my memories of this band.  I remember one of the many parties we played together, I got the chance to sing the song Resin Scraper with them.  I wish I had that song to share with you, not the one I sang on though.  That party was at one of Dawn and Cathy’s houses, on the west side of West End Rd, in the garage.  One thing about some of the bands in Humboldt County is that we would play anytime, anywhere, all the time.” …so off to fucking YT we go…
Anthem
Food Stamp Gourmet
Gotta Get A Job
Here By The Shore
I Cried And Cried
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EDIT:  Whelp, decided on turning this into an OMR mega post, everything I’ve got, thanx again to my old pal Ed Cole and thanx a metric ton to Chuck, Moss and Morgan for creating something, even if it was just for a little while, that was out of this fucking world.  This here music goes with the above flyer if I’m not mistaken…


EDIT: …and last (of what I have recorded) but certainly not least is the demo…

A cat who goes by tRMZ left a comment on one of those fucking yt recordings and he has done a dandy of a cover, a fine tribute to an immense band, thanx, the Real Mike Zee…

Dio – Last In Line

Maybe you’re not a Teenage Ninja Turtle fan, but they were pretty good to their old teacher, we could learn something from that (or not).

It’s fucking Friday afternoon baby, lots to do this weekend, but definitely could use a couple days away from the grind. I don’t dig ditches, haul rock or pour concrete anymore, but this job of mine these days, can really weigh a fella down. I long for the days of working without human contact, although not sure I want to be stuck in my head. At my first job in the landscape field, on the campus of HSU, the boss warned me that I would be working alone a lot and that a guy goes a little nuts, and may start talking to himself. Hahahah, now I talk to myself all the time, unfortunately out loud, unless I really make an effort to keep it quiet. Passive insanity I’ve called it before, holding back the raving lunatic inside. Music, man! It’s all about listening to fucking music and escaping several minutes at a time. Been going through lately and updating posts around here (the switch from having my own server to wordpress fucked up a lot of my links) and I’ll be damned if I haven’t run across a metric shit ton of good music. 700 and some odd posts, almost 10 years, and humbly I tell you this place has dabbled in some seriously insane ear food. Mentioned it several times before that, the radio sucks around here, I listen to less of it than I used to, but this tune came on the other day…EAR FUCKING FOOD! This is just perfect for how I feel right now, “the cold without the warm”…on a side note, spent a bit going through some of the projects Dio had been involved with and gotta say I didn’t really groove to his band Elf (is it an acquired taste, am I missing something?). Anyway…

We’re the ship without a storm
The cold without the warm
Light inside the darkness
That it needs, yeah

We’re a laugh without tear
The hope without the fear
We are coming, home

We’re off to the witch
We may never, never, never, come home
But the magic that we’ll feel
Is worth the lifetime

We’re all born upon the cross
We’re the throw before the toss
You can release yourself
But the only way is down

We don’t come alone
We are fire, we are stone
We’re the hand that writes
Then quickly moves away

We’ll know for the first time
If we’re evil or divine
We’re the last in line, yeah
We’re the last in line

Two eyes from the east
It’s the angel or the beast
And the answer lies
Between the good and bad

We search for the truth
We could die upon the tooth
But the thrill of just the chase
Is worth the pain

We’ll know for the first time
If we’re evil or divine
We’re the last in line, yeah
We’re the last in line, oh

Yeah, we’re off to the witch
We may never, never, never come home
But the magic that we’ll feel
Is worth a lifetime

We’re all born upon the cross
You know we’re the throw before the toss
You can release yourself
But the only way to go is down

We’ll know for the first time
If we’re evil or divine
We’re the last in line, oh
We’re the last in line
See how we shine

We’re the last in
We’re the last in
We’re the last in
We’re the last in
We’re the last in
We’re the first in line, oh

We’re a ship without a storm
We’re the cold inside the warm
We’re the laugh without tear
We’re the smile without the mirror

We’re the last in line
We’re the last in line
We’re the last in line
See how we shine
We’re the last in line

…I’ll be damned if the DJ didn’t play this tune next…best line ever, “some stupid with a flare gun”…I am surrounded by these kinds of people…

Dengue Fever live at the Oriental Theater 04-08-17

Last Saturday, my buddy Darryl and I made the five hour trek to Denver to see another, very old buddy (my oldest friend that’s alive, since we were about 6 or 7, playing AYSO soccer at Fairfax High), Senon, and his band Dengue Fever.  We met up with Gaige, who is my Son Liam’s best Kansas friend and currently calls Denver his home.  We stopped and had pizza at Beaujoe’s, which was incredible, some of the finest I’ve ever had, except for when I worked at a pizza place myself and mad my own pies…fucking jalapeños and anchovies baby!  We then did some motoring around the surrounding area, scenic country shit like the Red Rocks and small towns on the outskirts.  Also drove through the Coors Brewery as Gaige had done some electrical work there.  Then on to the show.  We got there pretty early which I like to do for parking reasons and to get my bearing on what I’m walking into. Had my wife come along we would have ended up there right as the band was starting.  We walked around the community there, checking out quaint little stores, reminiscent of my times San Diego.  Couldn’t find a decent cup of coffee, but if you were inclined there was plenty of places to eat and imbibe alcohol.  The line wasn’t too long to get in at 7, the show started at 8 (by the time the bands came on the place was packed). Back stage passes were there waiting for us (we never went backstage), thanx to Senon and a damn good thing as the concert was sold the fuck out.  We had time to chill and find a good spot to sit. This old body had a place to sit, but ended up standing for the whole show. Senon came out before the show started and we had a great time catching up.  As I said I’ve known Senon for around forty years now.  We lost touch after elementary school and then he surprised the shit outta me when he ended up going to Humboldt State.  Then we lost touch again, but (the dreaded) Facebook came to the rescue and we have been virtual pals ever since. Senon is a hell of a nice guy, always has been, nothing but love, and on top of being a stellar musician, he does some insane watercolors (comment on the post if your interested in those). There is another HSU alumni, in the band, in the form of Zach (who was also in the legendary Dieselhed) and the guy has shredded the guitar for a long time. So…Dengue Fever…I wasn’t going in blind I had heard these guys before and knew I was in for a treat, and I gotta say I wasn’t disappointed. DF rocked the house! I knew Nimol had a beautiful voice, but live it was simply breathtaking. She is truly a presence on the stage, definitely reminiscent of some of the great Khmer vocalists of the past. I was blown away. Talking about being blown away, the rest of the band tore shit up. I am a big fan of the saxophone and David is no slouch when it comes to lighting up the stage with his instrumentality (he also played the flute and some other little trumpet thing, not sure whatcha call it). Ethan did some stage lighting too on the keys, he looks so unassuming being stuck behind his instruments, while most of the band was all over the stage, but he adds a dreamy feel to the whole vibe.  Rounding out the mix, Paul pulls it all together with some extremely solid drumming (he’s quite busy behind the scenes to as his wikipedia page states that he is the “drummer, engineer, co-producer and tour manager for Dengue Fever”). My pal Senon was all over the stage, getting the crowd into it and I don’t know what effect he was using but at just the right times, his bass would literally shake the floor.  All in all a fantastic show and it wsa really good to see Senon.  A tall glass of water and a wide cup of coffee to their happiness and success….
I didn’t get video of my favorite tune from the night, Uku, but Senon steered me towards a pretty epic version, Live at the Troubador, several years ago at their record release party for Cannibal Courtship. The song, of course, features some particularly insane vocals, but also featured is Zach doing his thing on the Mastadong…

Their latest vid…

If this stuff floats your boat, a good introduction to classic 60’s Khmer Rock is the Cambodian Rocks comp. Check it…