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| | | gilgongo (usa) #gggr-049 cd sissy spacek “rip” compact disc - intro (1:56)
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| | november 2011 release ; ... a deft collaging of live shows & assorted in-situ fragmentry captured during a west coast tour by john wiese, charlie mumma, & corydon ronnau’s sissy spacek (with contributions from tourmates yellow swans & peter kolovos) ... |
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sissy spacek rip cd gggr-049
we played this show in vancouver bc that was definitely in my top three. sissy spacek caravanned up there with yellow swans and arrived late afternoon right between the venue and gabe's girlfriend's house. probably two blocks in between. we hung out there for a little while and i had needed to pee for a really long time, so i took a few steps over to this alley and took a piss and then reconvened with everybody hanging out and waiting for the promoter and gabe's girlfriend to arrive. after a couple minutes we noticed these two women in the alley checking us out. after a skeptical, then dismissive look, they squatted directly in my piss and started smoking crack.
previous to this, we thought everything in canada had been hilarious. the accents at the border, the 70's strut of the "walk" light, road signs … pretty much everything. this was something different. i've lived in los angeles for a long time, and i'm not used to seeing stuff like this in broad daylight off what seemed to be a main drag.
eventually we hung out a bit at the house and then headed over to the venue once the promoter showed up. i parked and he warned we should take everything out of the car. "everything." don't leave a single insignificant thing in view or it will definitely get broken into. ok. we unload into a white room, kind of cold, and definitely dank. the walls and ceiling were literally dripping. it reeked of beer. "oh, we had a party here last night, we just hosed it down." "with beer?" i asked. as a joke, but not really. he explained it used to be a fish factory and that they had shows there and bands practiced there. they never had any problems with cops because of the neighborhood.
"how many bands are playing?" i asked. "six, i think." "what time does the show start?" "probably around midnight."
we left back for the house to check out their half pipe and hear stories about the view from their second story window. just walking back and forth a few times between the house and the venue, we saw a lot of stuff. weird stuff. zombies milling about, prostitutes hanging around, people with bad things or no thing to do. i can't say how we looked, but i can say that i did not see anyone that looked like they had a normal agenda.
around 11pm we headed back over. set up the record table and checked to make sure everything was ok. in the back storage room there was a tower of around 50 cases of beer. jesse and i were baffled by everything at this point. we decided we should just take a walk up and down the street and see what was out. just crossing the road had shown us quite a bit. corydon refused our invitation to join us in no uncertain terms.
we head out to the street. i had noticed this big rig parked on the corner all day. just the front cab of a big semi truck. it was the kind that was elongated and probably had a small apartment behind the seats. as we passed it, being night time now, i looked back over my shoulder through the windshield as we walked by and saw a white, doughy, mid-50's man, standing completely naked, staring back at me from behind the seats. we made solid eye contact. i turned immediately and told jesse, "don't look back" as i slowly turned my head around to look again, only this time the light was now off and i could only imagine he was now standing there still looking at me, completely naked, now in darkness. we passed two more crumbling prostitutes who were barely able to stand before we managed to get to the corner. we took a right and noted the street name, hastings, and walked about six blocks up the street.
passed 11 pm, things looked much uglier than during the day. everyone was some kind of walking dead, zombie, prostitute, unconscious and sprawled out, people literally in the gutter, absolute bad news. there were many notable sights. we saw a convenience store whose neon sign read, "open 23 hours". classic canada. we saw drug addicts freaking out, prostitutes getting into cars, people shaking, yelling, etc. jesse looks fucked up, so i think that's why, between the two of us, a guy chose his spit for me (but missed). suddenly we realized we were now far from the venue. pretty far. we should turn around. we crossed at the intersection at gore street and came back on the other side. unscathed except for an empty box of goobers thrown at me (again the victim!)
as we stroll up to the venue, probably around 11:30 or so at this point, we have to wade through people to get to the front. miraculously it is completely packed. $5 to get in, $5 per beer. the promoter explains that underage kids know this is a place they can drink no problem, so they always do well. band after band. we play a set alternating between grindcore and full-on noise. people flipped their wig during both. six bands is never something you want to hear, but somehow it went fine, crowded until it ended around 6 am and turned into a sloppy sock hop. all the beer was gone.
the next day jesse was sick enough to go to the hospital and bow out of the rest of the tour. an intense gig.
— jw |
*** recorded up and down the west coast by jesse jackson, corydon ronnau, and john wiese and featuring appearances by yellow swans, peter kolovos (open city), and paul costuros (death sentence: panda!). studio and live recordings with concrète witchery. |
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