Thursday, July 14, 2016

Seattle (Stop Shouting)


Yes, yes...I know...the Jooklos are already back in Mother Europe and I still haven't finished the story.  You can stop shouting any time.

SEATTLE!  Always beautiful, always confusing--that highway in the middle of everything is a bit intimidating.  At least I was able to find I-5 on the way to Portland.

The plants were wonderful




One afternoon, we went to go visit the one and only Bruce Bickford!



Right now Mr. Bickford is working on a project involving building up layers of glue with a needle.  These cardboard sheets with the raised glue faces are photographed with the light hitting it at varying angles.  Can you possibly begin to dig it?





There were boxes of artefacts and materials from a certain concert film for which Mr. Bickford might be best known.



I was also treated to a quick dialectic (in a not-mean-if-true kind of way) of what it is like working with the Zappa Family Trust. 

If you were to guess, would you guess working with the Zappa machine was an uplifting, rewarding experience in Capitalism?  Would you guess the Zappa Family Trust is, at present, a decent, caring, co-operative partner in the creative process?



Eventually, appetites were regained.  Our hosts worked at a co-op!



Virginia cooked up the usual magic.  Risotto a la co-op!




The first performance was at the 1412 Gallery.  They have been making it happen for quite a while now, G-d bless their souls!  Verily, do check the scene!  Greg Kelley, Virginia Genta and Wilson Shook, cold chillin right out front!





The second performance was at the Blue Moon Tavern with Hound Dog Taylor's Hand and Kate Olson.



We sold a few posters



The one and only Arrington de Dionyso was in attendance.  He and the Jooklo's go waaaay back.  Small world!


Next stop, Portland!

Friday, July 8, 2016

Happy Birthday David Vanzan!

David Vanzan:

a.  Drummer
b.  Today's Birthday Boy
c.  Living Testimony
d.  American Gospel Fanatic
e.  All of the above

If you picked "e" you are right!

If you picked "c" you are extra right!


Living Testimony is the song David would sing each morning when making coffee for everyone before they awoke, (after finishing up any dishes from the night before.)

Did you know David has five PhD's?  His PhD's are in: (1) Funky, (2) Good Vibes, (3) Party, (4) Abstract Electronica, and, most importantly (5) the History of Gospel Music in the United States.

As a gospel fan, it was his 5th PhD that interested me the most.  As part of his incessant Post Doctoral oral defence of Gospel Music in the United States, David (again and again) acquainted us with a his favourite Gospel greats.  Here are just a scant few of the many, many Gospel songs David inundated us with through out the tour:




A very happy a joyous birthday to Italy's greatest gospel fan, DAVID VANZAN!  If and when you see him, make sure you buy him a can of his favourite American beer!

Now back to our regularly schedule programming.....

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Outsourced Documentation Continued

For your enjoyment, a longer video from the Alice Coltrane Memorial Coliseum, featuring the one and only Arrington de Dionyso!


Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Outsourced Documentation!

Someone who is not me once said "Once there is total surveillance, then history will begin."  Because we were a little too sftanza to properly document ourselves, we rely on the interest of others.

Here's a fun gem from our friend Owl Waltzing.

There is also some youtube action. 

This one is from Edmonton


From Seattle (part one)

Seattle (part two)

And at the Alice Coltrane Memorial Colliseum in Portland (part one)


and part two


Just a small sample of the fun!

Vancouver was great (duh!)

It is simply cruel to take anyone, let alone the Jooklos to Vancouver for just one day.  Obviously the did-not-do's outnumbered the do's by a long measure.  We didn't even get to Value Village on Hastings.  What kind of crap is that?  Worst driver ever.

What down time we had in Vancouver was filled with good vibes!



Cassette Merchant opened the show at Merge.  Witness the scene!


Merge is a great (and by great I mean comfortable) place to see a show, listen to a show or ignore a show while drawing in your journal.

Sadly, he who recorded the show just wrote to say that in fact he did not record the show.  Since I imagine everyone who was at the show is reading this blog, hanging on my every word, I ask you--did you record the Jooklo-Zappa show at Merge?  Any zeros and ones you could send would be greatly appreciated. 

Thanking you in advance.

After the show, it was only a few hours of awake time before we were speeding towards Seattle.  Vancouver, we hardly knew ye!

Let's begin at the end

On the final night of the tour, after I left the Jooklo Duo at their host's house (in deep South West, a mere 50 minutes from where I was staying in deep North East) I got comfy on the inflatable mattress, got out the camera and readied myself for an enjoyable look back at the 1500 or so pictures and movies taken in phase 2 of the Jooklo-Zappa tour.

I pressed the little arrow button and what did I see?  NO PICTURE and a little empty box, underscoring the point.

Immediately a most familiar wave of nausea overtook me--a nausea so strong that no amount of herbal remedy was able to cure it.

Wha?

As you can imagine, this begat a philosophical journey not only into the land of "why" but into the land of "what for."

Was the past 3 weeks of music in the service of music or was it in the service of photo opportunities?  Is the past over?  If so, what good are photos?  Will anyone give one  scintilla of a micro fuck now that the Jooklos are back to a civilized European existence entirely free of North American boolshit?  Can I call upon the open source reporters of the last week to send their zeros and ones my way so I can pretend the past is still happening?

I know the Jooklos' own private, personal computer is in a state of disrepair and trapped inside are millions of bytes worth of their art and music...the Jooklo digital curse?

The next morning, my kind and knowledgeable hosts were able to sort through the SD card and access the photos and videos.  All 32 gigabytes worth.

While that nausea tangent was muted, the larger, over arching nausea was not.  The past is over.  The Jooklos are gone, back to an entirely boolshit free European utopia where everyone carries themselves like ladies and gentlemen, and not like savages.  The party is over.  The butler forgot to do the dishes.  He/she also forgot to water the plants in the green house.  Easy come, easy go?  Small wheel turn by the fire and rod, big wheel turn by the grace of God?  Just because I had a great time with the Jooklos doesn't mean the trenchant, unyielding boolshit disappeared.  In fact, it may have only been multiplying in power and force while I was away.

32 gigabytess is a lot to work through, and when your mind is working at 1980's Apple II+ speeds, parsing all the music and memories of a typical Jooklo visit, let alone a 3 week Western North American Odyssey takes time.

So sit back, relax and stay tuned for more nostalgia! 

First, to satisfy the demands of Relative Pitch record's KEVIN REILLY of New Jersey


Nixon, aka "Mr. Poo Poo" aka "Mr. Ploppers" (or in the words of Kevin Reilly "the dog") once again has ample reason to be sad.  We are leaving him yet again.  Capitalism hurts families.  Art hurts families.  Music hurts families.  Consumption hurts families.  Creation hurts families.  Improvisation hurts families.  Playing music hurts families.  Performing at Merge in Vancouver hurts families.  Playing music where ever the fuck it is we're playing in Seattle hurts families.  Performing at this place and that in Portland hurts families.  Returning home to British Columbia (since renamed Italian Columbia) and resuming whatever idiotic, demeaning, life wasting, soul staining employment that maybe, hopefully, lays in wait, hurts families.

And so on and so on and so.



So called music fan and New Jersey resident Kevin Reilly of Relative Pitch records, who is too goddamn lazy to get in his car, drive 50 hours to the other side of the continent, then across an international border to see his so called friends Virginia Genta (if that's her real name) and David Vanzan who came all the way from Italy recently wrote to make light of our very sad and serious business and the heart breaking effects it has on the family.


"Take a picture of the dog with David's hat on" demanded Kevin Reilly of Relative Pitch Records.  What Kevin wants, Kevin gets, no matter how much it hurts the feelings of others.
 

Despite his callous cruelty and mockery of our very real pain, what Kevin wants, Kevin gets--especially from Nixon, aka "Mr. Poo Poo" aka "Mr. Ploppers", the most vulnerable of our group, the most saddened by Capitalisms' gales of creative destruction (of the family).


So, Kevin, enjoy these pictures while you chomp on your cigars and drink your fine New Jersey champaign in the penthouse offices of Relative Pitch records.  I'll be here mopping Nixon's (aka 'Mr. Poo Poo's', aka 'Mr. Plopper's') invisible yet real tears.