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That Magazine from CITR FM 102
JULY 1988 * ISSUE #66
EDITOR Kevin Smith
WRITERS Chris Buchanan, Bill Mullan, Guy
Bennett, Janis McKenzie, John Ruskin,
Lachlan Murray, Becky Scott, Paul Steenhuisen,
Paul Clarke, Andrea Lupini, Grant Haddock,
K. Uhrich
ART DIRECTOR Marty George
ARTISTS William Thompson, Debora
Brundrett, Michael Fraser,  Gregory  Zbitnew,
Daniel Germain
PHOTOGRAPHERS Mandel Ngan,
COVER BY Marty George
PRODUCTION MANAGER Michael Grigg
LAYOUT BY Nicola Philp, Teresa Cole, Pat
Carroll, Randy Iwata, Holly Hendrigan, Barb
Wilson
PROGRAM GUIDE BY Kathryn Hayashi
TYPESETTERS   Barb   Wilson,   AMS   Desktop
Publishing Department
ADVERTISING MANAGER Matt Richards
ACCOUNTS AND SUBSCRIPTION GUY Randy
Iwata
DISTRIBUTION MANAGER John Frymire
PUBLISHER Harry Hertscheg
Discorder Magazine
c/o CiTR - UBC Radio
Student Union Building
Vancouver, B.C. V6T 2A5
(604) 228-3017
Discorder is That Magazine from CiTR
FM 102. It's published monthly by the
Student Radio Society of the University
of British Columbia. It's printed in
Surrey, Canada. Discorder Magazine prints
what it wants to, but pledges to (try and)
put the CiTR On The Dial program guide
and SpinList record chart in every issue.
It also vows to circulate 17,500 copies
by the first of each month. Twelve-month
subscriptions are $12 in Canada, $12(US)
in the States, $20(CDN)elsewhere. Make
money orders or cerified cheques payable
to Discorder Magazine. All written, drawn
or photographed contributions are welcome.
But don't expect to get anything back.
Office hours for CiTR, Discorder and the
CiTR Mobile Sound Rental are
Monday-Friday, 10am-4pm. Please call then. The
number is 228-3017. For the News/Sports Room,
call 224-4320. But if you want to talk to the DJ, call
228-2487 or 228-CiTR.
7   THE JAZZ BUTCHER
A Philosophical, Vegetarian Fish
9   THE CAT LOVER
A Story About A Guy Who Loves Cats?
12   WEDDINGS, PARTIES,
ANYTHING
Most Promising Act in Australia
14   HOW BLUE IS CHICAGO
It's a Black and White Question
16   BILLC-54
Summer Fun With The Criminal Code
22   AUDITION FOR STARDOM
More fun at the CBC
4   AIRHEAD
readers who write
5   IT'S TRUE
and it's happening
19   UNDER REVIEW
it came from Canada, beatnigs, players
and painters and more
27   LOCAL  MOTION
in a city near you
28   ON THE DIAL
every person's guide to CiTR
29   SPINLIST
the hipper sounds LETTER OF THE MONTH
Dear Discorder,
Who is Marsha Harris and who is going to
take her pen away? You chumps with your criticisms of a scene that doesn't even exist should
save your ideas for chatter in the cafeteria. Stop
printing this nonsense. There is not a single person on this earth worthy of respect who has even
used the phrase "alternate scene". You people are
working within a university; aren't you feeling a
little stupid, petty, BORING. YOU'RE NOT A
SPOKESPERSON, critic, authority on anything
but your own helpless delusions my dear little
Marsha. Someone drive these poeticules from
publishing. Also, Art Bergman's "almost intelligence" beats the hell out of almost-not-a-snot-
nosed-titUe-know-nothing with no respect. Gossipy little doggies should stop their yapping or be
put to sleep.
Bored with you,
Tom Anselmi
P.S. Fuck the scene. It has finally died in the arms
of morons and bloodsuckers. But so much worse
are the voyeuristic scene watchers that think they
have a right to even speak about their assumptions
of others' personal lives. "Parasuicidal"? In the
great man's words "You're a loudmouth, baby."
A pretty righteous letter from someone so bored.
TOLERANCE
Dear Airhead,
I am writing to you about the article in the
June issue "What's My Look" (Scene).I don't
know if I am more disappointed in the article or
the "people" the article was written about.
As an "ex-person in the know" I find a lot of
the issues the alternative community stands for
are biased and frankly a bunch of crap. (Not the
issues themselves but the people who stand for
them.) One of the reasons there is an alternative
community is because people like me are fed up
with mainstream culture. But to fight for the little
guy just because you are a punk, skinhead or
4 DISCORDER
whatever does not mean that you should give up
your own morals or beliefs. Even if they are
different than everybody else's including the alternative community. When I lived in Vancouver
my group of friends and I would play"judge" and
ruin someone's chances to have friends in the
alternate community at the flicker of the eye. For
no just reason that could be explained sanely. I
found this wrong and used to protest about how
unfair they were. A lot of the "rules and regulations" on how to be alternate are stupid and
childish. Who cares where you hang out? Not me.
Who cares if you don'tknow whoCummins work
is. I don't. And I am an Emily Carr art student (and
alternative at that).
Anyway, the alternative community is fast
becoming a dead community as far as I am concerned. Also it is the intolerance of the tolerant
that has made it this way and I am ashamed to be
a part of this community when people don't
accept you as who you are.
Intolerance of the Tolerant
Dear Airhead,
I have a bone to pick with a few people.
Recently, DOA, Death Sentence, Curious
George, Ogre, and Organized Kaos played a
killer show at the New York Theatre. Organized
Kaos rocked and should have got way more time
than Ogre, who sucked. But, such is life.
Anyways, ju st before Death Sentence played,
Norman Nawrock, a left wing poet, was introduced and allowed to read some of his work. After
a few seconds, he was being booed and heckled,
and aftera few more minutes, people began to spit
and throw things at him. At this point, he threw
down his work and walked off the stage in disgust.
Now, excuse me for being so critical, but
how can we claim to be open minded and fair
when we won't even let a guy voice an opinion.
Apart from this, what kind of story do you think
he's going to tell when he gets home? Surely not
a positive one.
So in closing, before you condemn a person,
at least let him say what he has to say. Then,
instead of just spitting at him, present your own
opinion if you really disagree with him. Wise up
and stay open minded. Thanks for listening.
Sincerely,
Malcolm Thompson
BEST LETTER ON FOUR SEASONS
STATIONERY
Dear Editor,
Best essay read in months - Marsha Harris'
What's My Scene is a gem worthy of national
publication. Funniest thing read in this beautiful
city.
From,
a neo-conservatlst, non-Red Neck,
old fart
from Texas
666
Dear Airhead,
Re: Argh Argh Fuckface and
Drainpipe.
I've discovered an anagram to beat all anagrams.
President Reagan's full name is:
RONALD WILSON REAGAN
Note that each name has six letters (666).
Now if you rearrange the letters you get:
AN OLD SINNER. GOAL? WAR!
This proves beyond all doubt that old Ronnie is in
fact the Anti-Christ.
And he still has a couple more months to use his
power to plunge the earth into an unholy holocaust of fire and radioactive dust, killing every
living thing and sending the planet out of orbit and
into a collision course with the sun...
Then again, it might all be just a coincidence,
right?
Sincerely,
Christopher David
MORE ABOUT THAT RETINAL CIRCUS THING
Dear Airhead,
With reference to your snotty response to
the correspondance from Roger Schiffer re: the
name RETINAL CIRCUS:
Although I've lived in this town since 1969
I don't personally know the man but it seems clear
enough that the name is his.
Those "free easy values" you sneeringly
allude to brought an end to the US invasion of
Vietnam, started to bring a measure of economic
and social justice to migrant farmworkers, extended civil rights and began to construct an
alternative to military-industrial madness. This
process continues and I had thought some of you,
at least, were part of it.
Those "free easy values" also created a lot
of great music. They never did and never will
condone cultural rip-offs.
David Bouvier
THIS MONTH'S WORD IS...
Dear Airhead,
First I want to say that your May issue with
Bob's Your Uncle was fabulous! I think you
should have a feature article on an alternative hip
group in every issue. I go down to fetch my handy
Discorder every month at Track Records, and
read it wholeheartedly on the Skytrain ride back
home. Through and through. Cover to cover.
But getting to why I wrote this letter to you.
As I was getting out of the shower today, I was
thinking of when I was listening to the Can-Con
Job sometime ago. I remember Deded as having
a conversation with someone (I can't remember
who). And in this conversation he used the term
"oxymoron". Now I've been puzzling over that
word for quite some time. And I would like to
know WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?
WHAT THE HELL IS IT? Is it two words that
contradict themselves? If you could let the light
shine through just a bit, I'd be quite the grateful
one.
One of the nine Groovettes
Vancouver
As David M. explained it to Discorder - an OX-
Y moron is two contradictory words such as
JUMBO SHRIMP, MILITARY INTELLIGENCE,
and CBC ENTERTAINMENT. OH NO, NOT HIM AGAIN
Dear Airhead,
C'est moi! 12 noon. Vancouver's somewhat
known but little liked artiste enlisting yer help.
Since my last bomb at the Art's Club, I have been
alone a lot in Tofino immersing myself in things
including, WAH.
Anyway, my solo (obvious) album is almost
done. (5 minutes per side) But none of that is as
important as the ol' high nooner. I'm working on
bringing every local group down with me on my
feeblest effort to date. I'm pretty oblvious in
general, and in particular about local bands, but if
anyone wants to commit musical suicide on celluloid with me, give me a call. It's a typical mainstream alternative movie about my rejection and
failure pertaining to sex, love, and art. You send
me a tape, it's your loss.
Smoochln' my big white butt,
the ol'hlgh nooner.
Dear Airhead,
Look, if you don't have anything nice to say,
shut up! I didn't ask, "Oh, please, gods of ultra-
pretension at CiTR, could you please deign to
lower yourself to.." I asked if anybody knew what
happens if you send a letter via a record company
to an artist. Maybe large record companies are
corrupt, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't
listen to those artists.
Lou Reed, The Clash and Elvis Costello
are all relatively monstrous labels, but they still be
gods.
As to why I think you hang out at CiTR.
Well, I think it would be most polite to leave that
one alone. Simone, I never said skating was
deviant behaviour. Are you the woman in Brian's
psych class who hitch-hiked from Whistler? Can
I come and fall down on your stovepipe sometime? Grizzelda Bonafide, you are not alone. But
if you want to feel better take on an alias and be
belligerent in public forums. 12-Midnite - we got
a band called Fatal Swirly. Unfortunately we
never jam so the part of the sound track we would
be on would be kinda quiet, although we had an
idea for a rap number involving Hal 9000 and
Madonna. Whaddya think? No, huh.
In parting, how about that Bylaw section-
77. Huh? Neo Fauvism in action or what.
Deranged by
Drainpipe
GLAD TO OBUGE
Dear Airhead,
I'm pissed off! Not at you, or at CiTR, or
Discorder, or even US foreign policy in Latin
America for that matter, but I am experiencing big
burbly angry feelings frothing up from my gut. I
thought you should know, since I figured the best
therapy might be to vent my innards at your
readers once a month. So publish my letters, you
snot-nosed, over-bearing lush, or I'll squeeze the
fucking life's blood from your dog. And I know
where your kids go to school.
Love,
Mr. Angry
P.S. Is it true that the Waterfront books white
South African bands?
Dear Airhead,
It seems I've found something else to write
about. It's the cover of your May issue. I was
wondering how you came up with that particular
design. I was pondering this one morning at
breakfast when my brother (who rarely emerges
from the basement) asked me what I was reading.
I simply replied, Discorder. That magazine from
CiTR", and showed him the cover. That was
when he freaked. From his hysterical mumblings
(?) I managed to pick out that the "Amazing
Discorder" cover was the same as the "Amazing
Computing" cover. Is this true? Is it legal? (I
understand that Marty George is responsible.) Is
DRAINPIPE behind it all? What does that SDF
woman from Kelowna know about it?
Love that trouble-maker chick,
Simone
Try Amazing Stories 1939.
SUBSCRIPTIONS AND SUBMISSIONS
Dear Airhead,
Listen, you guys and gals can bank on me
renewing my subscription. So don't get uptight
OK? As you tell me, repeatedly, the Aug./88 issue
is it, but upon receipt of that issue I will dispatch
appropriate courier pigeon toot sweet avec cheque.
If I still live in Vane, I would be on my
knees begging for a job with your rag. I still intend
to submit a couple of articles for your publication
consideration in the near future.
Love Bill Mullan (cerebrially). Love Wm.
"Otto" Thompson (visually). Love the maniac
that decorates the envelopes (desperately).
Colin R.
Feel free to submit away. You too, yah you- the
one reading that magazine.
AN AGE OLD PROBLEM
Dear Airhead,
As a minor (being under the age of nineteen), I've missed out on viewing groups that you
consider worthy of at least being printed somewhere within the realms of your magazine. These
bands usually hold their gigs at such venues as 86
Street Music Hall, Graceland, The Arts Club, The
Commodore or other pubs similar to the ones I
have mentioned. I'm kind of pissed off that these
great bands hold their gigs at places that you have
to be "of legal age" to gel into. Don't get me
wrong, I'm sure these are cool places, but I (or
anyone I know) can't get into them.
I would have like to have seen such cool
bands as the Pogues, Love and Rockets, Pseudo
Echo, Front 242,Sincad O'Connor, TheGrapes
of Wrath, The Beat Farmers, Guadalcanal
Diary, DOA, Bolero Lava, and as you should
very well know, the list goes on and on...
I would like to make it clear that I am not an
acid-wash clad bopper nor am I so trendy it hurts.
All I would like is to see these bands instead of
being turfed out by unfriendly bouncers. Why
can't the hip good bands go to such places as The
New York Theatre or why can't they rent a
warehouse or something?
Please make sure I am known as:
X
Old enough to care but not old enough
to get In.
Burnaby
Well, this is an ongoing problem for those under
the legal age. The essential reason most bands do
not play at non-drinking venues is MONEY. A lot
of factors come into play but the main one b that
more money can be made if alcohol is served.
Alcohol sales are the life's blood of these smaller
sized venues. However, a number of the bands
mentioned have played gigs at the York Theater,
and the Pogues recently played at the Expo Thea-
it's ■* TrueV
Talk about your big opportunities. Talk
about your chance of a lifetime. If by
chance you happen to be a member of a
local combo (i.e a band) then listen up. What
follows are two things that should be of deep
concern and excitement - SHINDIG and the
NCRC88. Yes, Shindig will once again be happening this fall. Those bands interested in competing in this world renowned event should send
in a cassette containing 2-4 songs of original material to Linda Scholten c/o CiTR. Also include
info about the band (i.e. a press kit) along with
contact numbers. The September lineups will be
booked before the time comes so be prompt, or as
mom would say, don't dilly-dally. You might
think that would be enough, but wait, there's
more. CiTR is sending delegates to NCRC88
(The National Campus/Community Radio Conference) in Halifax at the end of July. We want
your promo packages, tapes, albums, buttons etc.
to be distributed amongst the other delegates from
across Canada. Be sure to include enough for at
least 10-20 delegates; the more the merrier. Send
your stuff to CITR's NCRC88 Delegation c/o
CiTR; deadline is July 15. Li the category of
CiTR concert presentations for July we have
Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper on the 16th at the
Town Pump. And finally, in the hit us over the
head with a big stick category, j Iy all should have
received credit for the photo of No Fun at the
CBC. It's truth.
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It is hard to follow the logic which saw the
Jazz Butcher Conspiracy, already with an
lp and twc spectacular eps under its belt,
opening up for the. as yel undiscovered Grapes of
Wrath in August of 86 ai the Town Pump. But
then again, logic is not the strong point of the JBC;
rather, it is an irreverent view of society mixed
with a gentle blend of pop which makes the JBC
the prolific songsmiths they are. The Jazz- Butcher
is in reality just a single man, Pat Fish, and a various assortment of backing musicians, al one time
including the likes of Kevin H ask ins, Daniel J
and Rolo McGin ty. Seeing folly where themasses
see normalcy is what sets Fish apart from the other
leftest vegetarian musicians hailing from Britan.
The off beat view of Fish can lead a conversation with him along peculiar lines, as a simple
question about the number of bus references on
the new album, Fishcotheque, results in a marx-
ist call to arms. Yes, there are a number of bus
references on it, perhaps because I was not
taking the bus aloi while I was writing the songs.
Singing about taking away bus stops is a small
thing but vety much an indicative thing of the
wholesale dismantling and destruction of the
British nation that old Thatcher and her gang of
thugs indulge in. The country Britain, now, is
not the country I was educated to cope with, it is
a foreign country from where I come from. It's
been a revolution, a nasty seedy revolution by the
nasty bitter little people who ha ve got nothing on
their mind but greed and possessions. I see ca use
for bloody revolution, I zee cause for armed
revolution, and I am not kidding.
Thatcher is not the only target of Fish's
sharp witicism; the Colonel better not try to pass
off his Kentucky Fried Chicken onto Fish. / have
everything against people who stick chickens in
large vats, torture them, fuck them around and
then eat them, meanwhile they laugh at them in
the movies. The song, The Best Way, is a tongue-
in-cheek look at the -v3y in which chickens,
representing ail animals, arc treated by man in our
society. When yourve got Ir<ui and Iraq tearing
each others throats out and American death
warfare labraiories, people will have chickens
quite a way down on their list of priorities, obviously, quite right too. But on the other hand, if
you're a chicken, you'ye only got one chance,
man. And if you spent it all locked up in a wire
cage smaller than yourself, just so you can be
killed and eaten, what??It This is an extraordinary situation, so I thought I would turn the
camera on it for five minutes.
There can be no doubting the reflective
intelligence of Fish, as he talks with ease about
politics, philosophy, religion and anything else
one cares to mention to him. Although this intel
lectual thoroughness is to be expected from an
Oxford graduate, which Fish is, the idiosyncratic
view of society is not expected. Rejecting the
educational conveyor belt which attempted to
mold him, Fish did not enjoy his stay in school.
These people took me from the age of 18 to about
the age of 22 trying to keep me in Latin and
Greek land, and all I wanted to do was go down
to the pub and watch punk bands. This led to an
arrested de velopment case, I didn 'factually reach
the age of 18 until I was 25. You do meet some
nice people at Oxford, but then again you met
some nice people in jail as well.
Being a qualified philosopher, thanks to his
stay in school, has left Fish in a position lo answer
some of the Big Questions which have riddled
man since the dawn of time. The JBC cliche of
attempting to resolve the Big Questions began
during a tour of France which saw guitarist Max
Aider having an existential anxiety crisis. In earlier times, people would have said he looked
down and saw the gales of Hell open before him.
After a few beers, Max quieted down, but as a
result of this drunken philosophizing, we decided
we were no longer a pop group, but a crack
philosophical team. We worked all the way
through France testing out all the Big Ones. And
what earth shattering questions are they working
on now? Why do women always go to the toilet in
pairs? You have to admit that is sizeable.
Since last coming to Vancouver the JBC
have undergone a number of line up changes, in
fact Fish is the only remaining member from the
1986 tour. Long time guitar side kick and coconspirator Max Aider left lo do a solo album and
has settled down to live a conventional life. Felix,
the bassist, went to pursue a love affair in Montreal which has since faltered. For a while the JBC
consisted only of Fish and saxophonist Alex
Green, but nobody took them seriously; even
their own managers told them to get a real band
together. The present band consists of guitarist
Kizzy O'Callaghan, and the rhythm section from
fellow Creation artists the Weather Prophets.
Alex Green is still very much involved with ihe
band but has decided to have it off this tour. The
constant is one philosophical Fish.
Not satisfied with singing angst filled songs
about ill-fated romance, the JBC write humor
filled intelligent songs with catchy riffs and
phrases. Pat Fish is an important individual/group
in music in today, and besides, the devil is his
friend.
photos: Mandel Ngan
Chris B.
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DISCORDER George Tyler is driving east on
Hastings Street with a dead cat in
the trunk of his car. The car is an
early seventies Japanese model.
Low compression, rusting floor panels,
blue smoke, no heat, no wipers; the car is on
its last legs. It runs continually gas rich because George is under the false impression
that the manual choke button is a defective
cigarette lighter.
George is a big pudding of a man already spilling from his clothing at the age of
thirty-one. George is an alcoholic, like his
mother and father and his wife. George
doesn't drink.
He smokes dope though. Every single
day. Four or five joints, starting in the early
afternoon.
In his whole life, George has never had
as much as a thousand dollars in the bank.
He'll be arent payer until the day he dies. He
knows it.
Friday afternoon. People squirming
and pushing along the sidewalks. Pass a
children's clothing store called Helen's.
Above the store there is a neon girl rocking
back and forth on a swing. She clasps a short
white rope which strobes faintly in the late
evening light.
George curves left onto the Barnett
Highway. The traffic flows easily. The tops
of the trees are bathed in orange.
George pulls off the road just west of
the Barnett Rifle Range.
From the trunk of the car he takes a red
shovel and a cardboard box. The dead cat is
inside the cardboard box. He looks up at the
mountain and starts to climb, holding the
shovel awkwardly against his chesL
He picks a grave sight half way up the
mountain, close to a modern barbed wire
fence.
George swings the shovel through the
slash preparing a circle of fresh earth, perhaps three feet in diameter.
It is a very good earth; moist and
reddish; ready to be plundered.
The earth piles up beside the grave.
When George stops to rest, he leans on the
shovel, panting, gazing from the corners of
his eyes as if he is performing mathematical
tasks inside his head.
July 1988 9 BOOTH
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He sits w ith his feet in the grave, tearing
at the box. It is a small, cream colored cat
with a ringed tail like a racoon. George
examines the body of the cat. There is a patch
of fur missing fromhorh frontpaws and dried
blood on the teeth and gums.
George sits for a long time stroking the
stiff cat, running his hands over the face and
flanks. A few fleas crawl from the cold body.
George cries, sobbing miserably like a
wronged child.
When he arrives home he finds his two
year old daughter marching around the house
waving apiece of string, trying to entice the
non-existent cat into a game of chase.
"The cat is gone/* says George to his
daughter.
"Kitty, kitty, kitty" says George's
daughter, trolling with the string along the
base of the couch.
George picks his daughter up. He holds
her at arms length, shaking her gently and
notices with displeasure that she is shitting
into her diapers as he does this. George puts
his daughter down.
"Could you change her?" shouts his
wife from the kitchen a moment later.
"I'm tired," says George.
George's wife leads the child to the
bathroom silently.
"I've just buried the cat," says George.
They eat macaroni and cheese at the
kitchen table. The little girl is being difficult;
whimpering and not eating.
"The 79 cent dinner/' says George,
smacking his lips together dramatically.
"It's got extra cheese," says his wife.
"The 89 cent dinner," says George, repeating his gesture with less effect.
They fall into silence.
The child inverts the bowl of macaroni
and soils herself again before the meal is
over.
In bed at night the two of them lie side
by side, breathing shallowly.
"It's just as well that cat got hit," says
George's wife.
"Now why would you say a thing like
that?" says George
"I'm not really sure why I said that,"
says George's wife.
The next day, on his way home from
work George stops at the S.P.C.A.
Cage after cage, the cats lie passively
on sheets of soggy newspaper, sleeping or staring beyond him with half-
closed eves. Either they have given up or
they misunderstand their circumstance.
As George retraces his steps along the
row of cages, a fluffy ginger cat totters up to
him, smiffing at him through the mesh.
George sniffs back. The cat raises itself on
its hind legs. He takes the cat home.
"What do you think you are doing?"
says George s wife, her gaze fixed on the ball
of oiange fluff pawing it's way across the
kitchen table.
** 1 would like my dinner now," says
George, sweeping the cat from the table and
lowering himself into a chair against the
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wall.
George eats alone at the kitchen table
while his wife works methodically on a stack
of dirty dishes.
There is a cry from the bedroom and removes the girl from the crib, feeling a wave
of resentment as her body stiffens to his
touch.
"She only wants her Mommy when
she's waking up," say s George, embarrassed,
holding the child out to his wife.
"Let me at least get these gloves off,"
says George's wife.
She lifts her sweater up and puts the
child onto her breast.
"She's almost too old for that," says
George.
He goes to the living room and turns
the T.V. on to the hockey game. In
a few minutes the orange cat emerges
from under the sofa.
"Here kitty, here kitty," says George.
"Kitty, kitty, kitty," says George's
daughter emerging form the kitchen with a
piece of banana. She advances on the cat,
falls to her knees and traps it against the
floor. She licks the cat steadily between the
ears as if it is an ice cream cone.
"Oh honey, you've got to see this,"
calls George from the living room.
"What? What is it?" says George's
wife, arranging her swollen breasts under the
sweater.
"Look at the cat. She's licking the cat,"
says George excitedly.
"Oh Christ," says George's wife scooping the child up, pushing the cat away. She
turns to George "You know, you're a liability around here."
"What are you talking about?" says
George.
"You just sit there while the child is
licking the cat."
"I don't see any harm in it."
"You stupid, fat, stoned, idiot. That cat
probably has fleas and mites."
George's wife retreats to the kitchen
holding the crying child under her arm like a
bag of groceries.
"Well I'm all you've got, so there,"
shouts George after her,
"And you just sit there," she says, standing in the doorway.
"That's right," says George.
"You don't help around here," she says.
"That's right," says George, picking up
the cat.
"Your daughter can't stand you," she
says.
"That's probably right too," says
George, putting the cat on his lap.
"You don't even fuck me anymore,"
she says.
"I don't?" says George, genuinely surprised.
'"My God. you treat that cat better than
me/ she says.
"I do like the cat," says George, running
his hands carefully through the soft orange
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^ou may have gone to The Fall. You may have been polishing the family silverware. You may have been sleeping. Well, you blew it bad. If you weren't at the
Town Pump on M ay the 20th, you missed out on some really fresh music dished
up by Weddings, Parties, Anything. This Australian band made a most
impressive debut in front of a full house of dance-happy patrons.
Weddings,
Parties,
Anything
When I said fresh, I really meant fresh
music. This old DJ has seen and heard a lot of
guitar bands in his day, but WPA is like no other
gang of strummers. However, I had made a grevi-
ous mistake before reeling into the Town Pump.
I read reviews. Hence, I thought I was going to see
a folk/rock band. I lumped them in with the "New
Folk Movement". Visions of sun-tanned Pogues
with crocodile teeth around their necks danced
through my head. Not very smart on my part. As
I watched these five guys bound about the stage,
I realized that this band refused to fit into any of
my preconceived notions of what a folk/rock band
should sound like. Oh yeah, this band possesses
certain folk qualities. WPA use this folk based
uniqueness to add an extra dimension to what I
call the guitar band syndrome: an unusual condition that afflicts many guitar bands whereby they
become stricken by a tedious uniformity; in other
words, they display a tendency to all sound alike.
I think the feature that really got me was the
piano accordian played brilliantly by Mark
Wallace. It used to be that the accordian was
an instrument forced upon pitiful grade schoolers
by their over zealous parents. In short, an instrument of dread, not very cool, etc. But behold! The
piano accordian is adding a whole new facet to
rock and roll as presented by WPA. The instrument provided a fantastic background sound and
harmonizing effect that I found irresistable. Only
the bagpipes have had that kind of profound effect
on me before. Mark and I agreed that the accordian was sadly underused and underrated.
Ah! The scourge of folk/rock bands. That
unenviable and unavoidable comparison with The
Pogues which I've seen in print more than a few
times. The fact is, most of these comparisons are
unmeritted. They are best used by night club
owners who want to give their potential patrons
some idea of what they are seeing. The end result
being that patrons feel satisfied because they saw
something different and great or they feel ripped
off because they saw a band that didn't look and
sound like Band X. (Ergo all comparisons are
unfair.) Michael Thomas is WPA's head honcho
when it comes to song writing. When asked about
the comparison he responded that the Pogues and
WPA have the same intent, but a different approach. This should not be construed as a philosophical statement. Thomas explained that both
groups are reviving and writing folk music but
with very different styles of presentation. The
very histories of Ireland and Australia negate any
unifying principle between the two bands. WPA
see themselves as part of the strong folk tradition
that has always bound together popular Australian literature and music. Witness their tribute to
the   continent's   most   beloved   poet,   Henry
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Tex Morton and Paul Kelly, two other notable
cultural heroes. The title of the new album, Roaring Days, comes from the tide of a poem by
Lawson. Thomas equates Lawson, whose likeness graces the inner sleeve, with Canadian treasure Robert Service, the two being contemporaries and somewhat similar in style. Lawson was
nationalistic, self-destructive and always on the
hunt for inspiration but never finding it. He died
penniless around the turn of the century. This is a
band that sings about Australian history, its people
and its landscapes.
Australian folk tradition is also much different from its Irish counterpart The folk tradition in Oz is basically upheld by sometimes frivolous Bush Bands. As a teenager Michael Thomas
started playing with these Bush Bands in pubs
while also listening to the Clash and the Jam at
home. It was only a matter of time before he put
together WPA, a band with "Bush" roots but with
the more meaningful lyrics inspired by Thomas'
influences. The group does not dwell on the sunny
Australian image. They are clearly city boys whose
message is that of the contemporary urban working class. The only song performed by WPA that
sounded vaguely like the Pogues was a song
written by Ewan McCall called Go! Move! Shift!
(McCall's daughter, Kirstie, sings with The
Pogues' Shane McGowan on the band's latest album.) So be warned! Don't go looking for a
Pogues sound here.
WPA has been around for about 4 years although the current line-up, excepting Thomas, is
different from the original crew. The awkward
name - Weddings, Parties, Anything - comes from
a Clash song and was adopted by some former
band members much to Thomas' chagrin. Obviously the name and the aforementioned members
are not too popular, but you can't mess around
with potential success by changing a name and
confusing your audience.
Contrary to popular belief, WPA is not from
Sydney. Thomas informed me that nothing comes
from Sydney, at least nothing of note. Sydney is
a rock and roll town with an audience of 4.5
million people; an audience that large draws bands
from miles around. So Weddings, Parties, Anything left Melbourne and set up base in Sydney.
The band' s second and newest album Roaring Days was released in the U.S. and
Canada on May 17 by WEA records. This
was the same week that the band hit Vancouver
although the band had already been touring six
weeks prior to the release of the album which
really did not reduce their appeal since I counted
about 20 people lip-synching to the band's songs.
Someone's been hitting the import record stores.
A Houston music festival generously paid their
air fare to bring them to Texas. Since they were
already in America, they thought they might as
well do a tour. The band headed east, moving to
New York, swung up to Halifax, over to Toronto
and down into industrial America before heading
for Vancouver and finishing in Calgary. The tour
also included a 3 gig stint in London, England
which the guys had not really recovered from
when they hit Vancouver.
WPA has been opening up on this tour for
acts like the BoDeans and Billy Bragg. They
toured with Bragg and Michelle Shocked in Detroit and Piusburgh and even got into an impromptu jam on stage with Bragg and Shocked.
This was followed by another late night boomer
with Shocked and Bragg, this time away from the
public. But the ties with Billy Bragg go much
deeper than the spontaneous sessions. WPA has
known Bragg for some time. Bragg's staff arranged and booked the London gigs. Also Bragg's
own record label, Utility, will be releasing WPA's
first album Scorn of Women previously only
available in Australia.
Don't expect to see videos from WPA's
album on Much Music. Instead of the traditional
clips, the band put together a film that accompanies six of the album's songs according to Thomas; an idea that was bom form laziness. They
also played live for the cameras instead of miming
along.
So what does the future hold for WPA? The
band had some initial problems with the
North American and European record companies because of the distinctly Australian theme
to the music. The problem was, the record companies just did not understand it, saying the band was
too political or not slick enough. All of that may
have changed. WPA was recently named most
promising art at the Annual Australian Recording
Industry Awards. INXS won that award and look
what happened to them. (Maybe that's a bad
example.) In any case, the award and the North
American tour will bring much needed exposure
to this band whom the Australian press has been
raving about for quite some time. Their energy
and ability should appeal to almost any musical
taste. Look at me. I play nothing but funk and I
loved WPA. Look for the quintet to return in
September or October. Thanks for the beer guys.
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How blue Is
June 10th, 11th, and 12th marked the fifth
annual Chicago Blues Festival, an event I witnessed in person. Over the space of three days
almost 600,000 people crowded Grant Park in
downtown Chicago, on the shore of Lake Michigan, to swill beer, barbecue, and listen to an incredible line-up of some of the blues' heaviest
heavyweights. Otis Rush was there; Buddy Guy
was there; so were Albert and B.B. King, Son
Seals and Koko Taylor. The event appears to be
growing in popularity and gaining more recognition each year, Yet, there is a question which
remains uppermost in my mind: is this the real
blues, and is this the real Chicago? As with any
worth while question, the answer is complex and
more than a tittle disturbing.
Chicago is an incredible place, bewildering on first acquaintance to even an
urban Canadian. There is nothing to
compare north of the 49th. Instead of being one
city, Chicago is more akin to a city state with
divisions sometimes as sharp as the grids on the
map. There is Wack Chicago and white Chicago,
Hispanic Chicago and "ethnic" Chicago. The
mingling zones are tentative. Laws no longer
enforce this, but hi storical precedent weighs heavy.
Signatures on documents do not ensure freedom,
action does. Continual action. And segregation
which once used race as its basis now uses financial status The kicker: the poor, the permanent
underclass, are often black Not always, but often.
Money talks in Chicago, and if you don't have it
you're flat out of luck Life will be brutal for you.
And make no mistake—people are not poor by
choice; they are made poor and kept poor.
The South Side and the West Side of the city
are the largest black ghettos in the United States.
They are black cities unto themselves-—square
mile after square mile of overcrowded tenements;
boarded-up, burned-out houses; hand-painted
signs advertising booze, cigarettes, and cut-rate
food; tail-dragging Cadillacs; and, needless to
say, enough iron latticework to fence iu the province of British Columbia. Twenty-two thousand
tons of garbage has been illegally dumped on the
South Side, and a task force set up to study the
problem was driven away by large rats. Also,
dotted here and there, along the Dan Ryan Ex
pressway for instance, are the infamous "projects"—terrifying-looking Stonehenges where
balconies are caged in with chain rink twenty
storeys up. Too many kids haye already gone
over. You don't see guns, except in pawn shops,
but I'm told one out of two people carry them.
My information comes first hand. On
my three visits to Chicago in the past
year I have sperit the majority of my
time on the South Side. Thanks to wonderful
people I have met there, people eking out an
existence in this place, I have been given somewhere to stay and friends to be with. The times
have been good; the South Side is by no means all
doom and gloom. A dignity and liveliness is
constantly asserting itself. Many homeowners
choose to live in this part of the city and keep
immaculate houses. But how does all this lie in
with the blues and Chicago's annual festival?
Well, intimately.
The South Side could be called the Deep
South Side. It is chock-full of rjeople^first, sec-
ond, and third generation—of black Southern
heritage. From the Mississippi Delta and the plantation the blues flowed out like a black river,
fertilizing the American music scene wherever it
was heard. Or perhaps, more correctly, it created
the scene in the first place. The sound went to the
West Coast, to what is now Oakland, and Watts;
to the East Coast, Harlem; to Kansas City; and to
the South Side of Chicago, the germinating place
of electric urban blues. Electric blues is a music
which since its inception in the immediate postwar years, only a little over forty years ago, has
since spread the world over. For the most part the
musicians are still southern bom, except for the
youngest generation who are now Chicago bred,
but of Southern parents.
Many of the best known blues musicians
still live on the South Side, and the music itself is
everywhere in the ghetto (a word I use reluctantly;
it is really too sweeping), playing to the older generation and now competing with the dance beat
the kids want. My point; the South Side, not Grant
Park, is where the true blues is to be found. Buddy
Guy, when he used to play the Checkerboard on
Eait 43rd, before losing the club; Magic Slim at
The Cuddle Inn on South Ashland; Brady's on
East 47th; places with names like "J.C V, "The
Inn Crowd", and "Copherbox", this is the real
thing. It is something white Chicago—unless it is
brave; the dangers are real—cannot appreciate
because it does not know, but Buddy at Grant Park
is not the same Buddy Guy who once played the
Checkerboard. If you want the evidence without
flying 2000 miles, buy his JSP import recorded
live it the Checkerboard, The Dollar Done Fell
(JSP 1009), and compare it to, say, one of his
Commodore appearances.
Undoubtedly, though, some of the best
blues clubs are on the North Side-Hhe
"Safe Side", the "Mostly White Side". The Kingston Mines, B.L.U.E.S., Rosa's, The Wise Fools,
and others like them are "safe" bars where one can
hear the world's greatest home-grown blues music
any night of the week. I do not dispute this. And
the Blues Festival is a fantastic thing—I hope it
becomes a venerable grandaddy. It gives a wide
exposure to wrongly obscure people—Dion Pay-
ton and the 43rd St. Blues Band, for example, has
to be one of Chicago's best kept secrets. Why
aren't their albums available up here? But I must
play pariah. All is not well in the state of Chicago.
White Chicagoans love the music but shrink from
the reality of its roots. Middle class Blacks do the
same. Everybody comes to Grant Park to relax
and have a good time Bonhomie runs high. But,
for the most part, Blacks sit in groups under the
trees on the periphery, barbecuing and tending to
their kids, while Whites occupy the middle space,
rock festival style. The races could be described
as studiously ignoring one another. Questions are
being begged, still. Thervagain, people from New
York were heard to say they couldn't believe the
racial harmony in Chicago. Well ..Howard
Beach...Bemie Goetz.
In the Wake of Jesse Jackson's poliucal
success, and with Chicago into its second black
mayoralty, hope, despite allegations of "character" problems with both these men, peeps up
again. Blacks maybe do have a voice Whites are
willing to listen to. But on the South Side, Blacks
have perhaps all but ceased to voice anything.
Interest in the Festival in 1987 and this year ran
low among South-Siders—a shock to me when I
first encountered this apathy. But ..it was just
those same old blues that had been playing around
the comer for donkey's years. One woman I met
knew less about the layout of streets in the downtown core than I did. I'd been there three days, she
all her life. This is not an exception but rather the
rule. I can't help coming away from Windy City
feeling that the Chicago Miller High Life Blues
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Special Events smacks just slightly of good PR.
Well, that's okay, that's America. Bui what about
the black family who only recently moved into
Cicero, Illinois, a suburb on the immediate west-
em boundary of Chicago? They were firebombed
within a few days. Cicero is where the Nazis,
bluecoUar American version, hang out Or what
about the rumour thai black people are going to be
moved from those wonderful projects where they
can try to avoid misery for $12 or so a month,
turfed out to make way for high paying condo
dwellers? Or what about my friend Carey Bell,
blues harmonica genius, slugging around the South
Side, working for peanuts or not working at all?
No answers, only more questions.
But, did I find the real Chicago? The real
blues? You might ask. And the answer is
yes. Saturday night at a place called The
New Excuse around 60th and South Halsted,
Deep South Side. The band playing there was Bill
Warren and the Midnight Creepers Bill is the
drummer—and they could have been transported
from a Mississippi, or Arkansas, or Louisiana
juke joint from, let's say, 1962, the year of my
birth. The place was hot and smoky, a long, narrow hole in the wall, and everyone—except for
myself and two friends - -was black, between the
ages of 40 and 60, and most likely bom and tatsevi
in the South. My spiritual advisor Big Doug described the music as a reincarnation of Elmore
James, the great boogie slide guitar pioneer. One
woman, Big Bee, came up out of the audience to
sing, and before her Hazel, a large, very black
woman dressed completely in black, had come
from behind the bar to slam out a version of 'Meet
Me With Your Black Drawers On." Finally 1Ian,
a quiet gentleman, slightly built, who had been
sitting with us at the bar got up. He told me he was
going to "put the real Southern blues on me now."
From quiet and unassuming he turned uuu a
writhing showman, angry, dangerous, his vocals
barely distinguishable, a cross between a hoarse
shout and a sustained moan He did two ui three
songs like this and then as suddenl) as I
started, he finished, and, almost I
seemed, retook his place beside us
hands rather limply Bul.jusi
he had "put it on us."
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drawers on, Chicago.
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There was a guy named Carol who used to
live on the same street as I did. He looked like
Jesus. When I was twelve he held up a gas station
with a sawed-off shotgun because he wanted
some cigarettes. When he got out of jail he did a
lot of walking. Everyday at the same time he
would start away from his parents' house, only to
return each night at the exact same time.
Minimalism is based upon an Eastern belief
which says that if you repeat something once, it's
boring, but if you repeat it a hundred times it's
interesting. Both Steve Reich and Phillip Glass
have beaten this idea to death in the past twenty
years; in the process their work has gotten progressively worse Although minimalism has now
become yuppie mood music, Early Works covers
the period when this kind of music was still fresh.
I have a theory which says that Steve Reich
and Phillip Glass have been dead for fifteen years.
What you see when they go on tour is two beady-
eyed blow-up dolls preaching their mock spirituality. Inside these blow-up dolls are sequencers
which perform the music; the music itself is composed by four year olds who can play open strings
on the violin (thanks to the Suzuki method). This
way all the money goes to the record company
rather than the composer.
A couple of days ago I saw Jesus. He was
walking around aimlessly.
Paul BA  Steenhuisen
THE BEATNIGS
The Beatnlgs
(Alternative Tentacles)
"What are the Beamigs about?"
"We are about reality awareness. We are
about provocation. We are about thinking and
questioning these times in which we live. We still
want to exist: then together let's all
question "(from the liner notes)
Okay, but what does any of that equal? So
they've graduated high school This is rock'n'roll.
Or is it? Not Bruce Springsteen's rock'n'roll, or
Bon Jovi's or Van Halen's There aren't howling
guitars from hell anywhere to be heard. Most of it
would be difficult to dance to.
The Beatnigs are five guys from San Fran
Cisco, none of whom is what you'd call white.
Their approach is sort of Test Department meets
Gil Scott-Heron with a lot of other ingredients
thrown in for variety. Live, as they were at
Graceland June 8th, heavy energy was impressively unloaded. Electric bass, some keyboards
and the rest all drums, industrial percussion and
assorted 'noisemakers*. There was funk but it
wasn't particularly funky. There were politics but
you couldn't help but move. It had as much to do
with King Crimson as it did with James Brown.
Is any of this helping?
On record, if anything, they're better. This
is not just adrenalin kids captured on vinyl. These
guys understand the power of words and the
magic of the recording studio Bringing Essential
Attention To National Interferences Games and
Scandals, Because Everybody Art To New
Internationally Generated Spectrum, (the liner
notes are good, too). A damned good album.
Deepest darkest Africa meets TV Hell I'd say
buy it, but we don't say things like mat around
here.
BUI Mullan
A 21 second interview with John of the
Gruesomes
What's your name and birthdate?
John Davis. May 2, 1967.
Have you ever played in New York?
We've played in New York City once. We played
at Tramps, which is owned by Buster Poindexter,
and we plyed with a band called the Headless
Horseman, from NYC, who are the most amazing
band I've ever seen. It was a real joke because
they opened for us and it was our first gig with a
new drummer and we didn't know any songs and
we fucked up left, right, and centre
Did anybody notice?
Yes, everybody nouced
What's your favorite type of drink?
Orange Juice.
by John Ruskln
VARIOUS
It Came From Canada Vol.4
(Og)
Just when you thought that Canadian music
had nothing to offer you, OG Recods comes to the
rescue with the 4th in the // Came From Canada
series. The bands, which cover a fair chunk of the
musical spectrum, are primarily from Eastern
Canada. There are several new tracks from bands
that have constantly appeared on the series / Wish
That Cat Would Shut Up is from the two man,
guitar and drums powerhouse of noise, Deja
Voodoo Montreal's Gruesomes sing about picking up chicks in the tradition of 60's garage music
with / Try. Also from Montreal is the one man beat
box, E.J. Brule with Tabarnak! Make My Day.
Bands who have enjoyed recent attention include
Hamilton's Dik Van Dykes who sing about the
Beachcombers, and the Cowboy Junkies who
contribute Blue Moon Revisited. For British Columbian chauvanists, rockabilly lives in
Vancouver's Dead Cats(now the Distractions)
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and Prince George's Toungue and Groove interject a 30 second Musical Interlude. Most of the
songs are guitar oriented with a country edge, a
sound currently enjoying popularity in Montreal,
OG Record's home base. Thankfully, you needn't
worry about finding alot of junk that the record
company is trying to push squished in between
your favorites.
Becky Scott
FRANK ZAPPA
Guitar
(Rlko Discs)
Hey look, the title says it all. F.Z. gets down
with his bad self so to speak. Yes folks, the sequel
(a word to loathe) to Shut Up 'n' Play Yer Guitar,
solos and jams like only F.Z. can play them.
Recorded live 1979-84 including Canadian Customers recorded here in Vancouver, Dec.'84.
Over 2 hours of this sort of thing spread across 2
compact discs with the quality varying between 4
track analog to 24 track digital (mostly!). No
heavy decisions here folks, either you }ove this
stuff or it bores you to sleep. Either way you've
got to like a tune(?) with a title like Ina-Gadda-
Stravinsky
Paul C.
MARK ISHAM
Castalia
(Venture)
BILL LASWELL
Hear No Evil
(Venture)
New age, ah yes, the convenient term in
which to sell current non-threatening instrumental music. Even major labels are now selling such
pleasures under subsidiary labels. Such is the case
with Virgin Records' Venture series. What's different about Venture is mat they seem to have
raided other rosters (Sky, Windam Hill, etc.) to
build up their own. Strange though are the cases of
Bill Laswell and Mark Ishatn. Isham was given
carte blanche at Windham Hill to pursue his every
whim and desire. The result may have heralded
mat label into the electronic age but is still nothing
all that revoluuonary. Perhaps Isham fled Windam
Hill in fear of being hopelessly typecast like many
of his pef rs on the label. Stranger yet are the
highly in demand services of producer/bassist
Bill Laswell who seems to have his fingers in
almost every pie that came out of the Celluloid/
OAO stable. Why should he jump ship for the
release of his second long awaited solo album?
Perhaps the answer lies in the grooves (or even
digital bumps).
Bill Laswell's follow upto 1983's Baselines
is not at all what you'd expect even considering
his rather eclectic track record so far. Hear No
Evil leads us in an East meets West soundscape
coupling Ry Cooderisms with Skanti. Three string players (fretiess bass, electric violin, acoustic
guitar) faced off with three percussionists (pan
global stylings) for a venture that is pleasing but
never daring. This could be a failing for those of
you who enjoyed the quirky shifting rhythms and
urban paranoia of Basslines. But hey, this is 5
years later and we've come to expect Mr. Laswell
to keep offering us something fresh. His new
found serenity is a rather inviting change but one
hopes he gets back into shaking up some dirt
instead of letting it float to the bottom.
Mark Isham meanwhile is still in the midst
of carving out and refining his signature sound
and approach. Castalia, his 3rd solo album, offers
more variety this time around. From orchestral
sweeps, the occasional fusion groove (supplied
by fellow group 87ers Terry Bozzio and Patrick
O'Hearn), Eastern strains a la Laswell's latest,
and plenty of space for Isham's ringing trumpet
tones. Basically nothing here to scare away any
Windam Hill customers, still an interesting effort
all the same. For those interested the compact disc
offers an extra track (Bonus, man )
Paul C.
THE TRIFFIDS
Calenture
(Island)
The song Calenture is a short, troubled piano piece which seems almost ready to collapse
into itself. Around this peculiar slice swirls the
moody, black storm of The Triffids new album.
Often emotionally strained, the sound of The
Triffids is very grandiose; it brings to mind the
burnt, sweeping plains of their native Western
Australia. Yet, the songs are not at all barren. The
melodies are dense and brilliant, tinged here and
there by C & W and clanging church bells. David
McComb's vocals are richly cragged. The images
are sharp and troubling. In A Trick of the Light,
memories of a lost love linger and haunt: "he's
always beating on her like an anvil, beating her
out of original shape." A dark rendering of modem rock.
K. Uhrich
PRINCE
Lovesexy
(WEA)
Early Spring, 1988. Mark this in your journal. Rolling Stone Magazine releases its "Hot"
issue featuring a mostly naked Lisa Bonet on the
cover, and everybody raves. She is a goddess
come to earth. Within a month, Prince releases
his umpteenth album Lovesexy with guess who
naked on the cover, with just about as much
revealed flesh as Ms Bonet allowed us. But a little
excitement is heard. Indeed, reputable record
chains withdraw Mr. Nelson's album from their
stores all over this fine continent, or relegate it to
brown paper bag status. Here at CiTR, a certain
heavy metal dude is heard to be quite offended,
even incensed.
What does it mean? Is the semi-naked male
body a 'dirty' thing, 'dirtier' than a semi-naked
female body? Is rock'n'roll really this stupid? The
answer my friend, is somewhere obvious, and
ultimately should have no bearing on this review.
Of course, Lovesexy is a damned good album.
Prince only does one kind. Some, of course, are
particularly fine, taking melody, harmony and
rhythm places they've never been allowed to go
before. On first listenings, Lovesexy probably
isn't quite there. Of course, it's still doing back
flips while most white/black crossover funk acts
are trying to crawl. Alphabet Street, Anna Stesia,
Dance On and Positivily are all killer tracks. I've
said it before, and I'll say it again. If you don't like
Prince you're either a white supremacist or you're
too old. What I want to know now is, where is that
Black Album?
Bill Mullan
JOE JACKSON
Live 1980/86
(A&M)
Ten years of material is spruced up and given
a new finish on Joe Jackson's newest, Live 19801
86. The double album, which spans his entire
recording career, was recorded over four different
tours including several tracks from the Expo 86
show of his Big World tour. The material is
completely rearranged making this live album
more than a re-release of old material with shouting in the background. Joe makes no appologies
for including three versions of Is She Really
Going Out With Him claiming that he couldn't
choose only one. With endless variation and an
honest desire to entertain his audiences, Joe
Jackson has permitted us to eavesdrop on all the
concerts we missed.
Becky Scott
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Running into my old friend Peter beneath a
huge Egyptian fan in the doorway set the tone for
#the whole evening. Peter's this suave and sophisticated guy who used to manage a tres chic Italian
import clothing store (even the ties ran three
figures). Peter's life is a little different now, he
told me. Now he works for —Value Village.
Yep, contrast The only way to describe an
evening in the company of the weird and wonderful Painters and Players Productions, where in
one evening, you can groove to white reggae, tap
your toes to the hip sounds of Urban Accordeon
International, eat, drink, and add to your art collection.
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The gala, held on June 19th at the Commodore, was an evening full of surprises. At times, it
felt like a wedding reception, Jack Vdker and
the Ambassadors swinging their way through
the night while little kids (how'd they get in?)
stood on the feet of their parents to waltz on the
edges of the dance floor.
At times, it was more like a cultural bash: the
echoing drum beats of the colourful, magical
Ghana Dance Company had barely faded before
the International A ward- Winning Triumph Street
Pipe Band strode on, and then the belly-dancer
cast an I-Dream-of- Jeannie spell over the crowded
room.
Occasionally, it was like travelling through
space. After staring at the human sculptures from
Zero-F, based on ancient Egyptian themes, you
turned your head and leaped centuries, faced with
the silver extra-terrestrials created by Focus II.
(The evening got even weirder when one of these
aliens got off his podium and sat down next to me
to chat. Lo and behold, beneath the layers of
cement and silver dye, lay the body of a well
known CiTR personality.)
Mostly, though, it felt like a big party, and
the audience moving and mingling around the
Commodore was having a great time. While they
were laughing, drinking, and generously helping
themselves to the gourmet offerings, local artists
all around the room were creating brand new
canvasses. With a time limit of only three hours,
many of the painters worked feverishly to finish
their ambitious pieces. Others, like Jim Cum-
min.% restricted themselves to slightly more simplistic creations.
In the end, the paintings were auctioned
(with the proceeds going to the worthwhile cause
of the artists' pockets), and the colourful assemblage of dancers, singers, musicians and other
indescribables joined together in a triumphant
processional to welcome in the Summer Solstice.
Yep, contrast.
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When a young boy, such as myself, is presented with the opportunity to investigate the
wonderful world of Television, his bodily fluids
are immediately propelled into an uncontroDable
frenzy, From the moment the CBC ran an ad in
The Georgia Straight asking for weird, uncoordinated, zit-covered, and melodious youths, 4til the
end of the job interview, I was continually dreaming that with my CBC connections Daryll Hannah would soon yearn to lick me. My ticket to
stardom all hinged upon an interview with a man
called Sid Kozak, a fine gentleman who had the
difficult and I'm sure tiresome task of sorting
through the roughly 500 applicants. His job was
to select, out of the masses, the perfect streamlined crop of eight children (both boys and girls)
who would soon be divided up into the positions
of hosts and co-hosts of a CBC show to be aired
in the fall. My attire could be described as that of
the unknown loser beckoning at the edge of world
recognition: I was dressed in gypsy pants, a 60's
gold glitz cut-off top, an Expo touque, and a
1950's immitation fur coat. Furthermore, I also
carried a 7-11 video camera, a portable CiTR tape
deck and a newish looking knapsac. Upon my arrival at the CBC building, on that Tuesday mom
ing of the seventh day of June, I was courteously
directed by the receptionist to Young Street Casting on "S" level. There I mingled with a fellow
job applicant, until he said in a pleasant tone, "I'd
like it if you could remove that tape recorder
from my face." Seeing that this guy was bigger
than me and could easily beat the shit out of my
body, I quickly obliged. This made me think
about the number of applicants for the job; there
must be tall-smart people, smart-gods, sportish-
losers, loser-losers, god-gods and strong-short
people all out there vying for a place in the sacred
domain of Television. Soon the CBC recruitment
crew reared its ugly head and instructed me to fill
out a questionnaire that contained the usual interview questions. Profound statements such as
"What's the most important issue facing teenagers today?" and "What was the last movie
you saw?" graced the colored page. My picture
was taken by the man and woman photographic
team, who commented that "I was weird" for
smelling my tape recorder and exposing body
hair. They also told me "I was too much" and that
"I should tone it down a bit." Now maybe in the
average business suit interview for IBM my actions might have been a tad energetic, but this was
an audition for stardom, for TV, and I was going
to give it my all. The moment had arrived. Mr. Sid
ARE YOU ABNORMAL?
22 DISCORDER Kozak was ready to evaluate my worthiness for
the CBC. He greeted me with "Why do you have
all these gadgets with you?'5 and I replied, "Because this is what the whole world is about. It's
about gadgets, it's about people, it's about
havng fun." I then handed him the questionnaire
that I had filled out, to which he replied, "I don't
understand some of your answers here." Mr.
Kozak couldn't understand why I had responded
that if Reagan is Jesus, Bush will be God, when
asked who will be the next president of the United
States. I told him that the reason I related American politics to Jesus and God was because they
were so entrenched in God anyways. As I told Sid,
"An example of this is Canada. You look at
Mulroney and say he's the prime minister.
Then you look at Reagan and say he's God. But
then some people think he's Jesus. So if Jesus
is God and Reagan is Jesus then Bush will be
God. That's why you can relate American
politics to God and Jesus, because no one really
knows what's going on there." The second phase
of the verbal repartee was presented to my face
with the question, "Why are you here?" I responded, "I'm here to have fun." Sid quickly
interrupted, "Well, I'm not someone to have fun
with, I'm doing a job here." This angered me so
I responded that I thought every job should be fun
but it was to no avail. I was then faced with
showing off my past job experience. "In this
' I told Sid, "there is someone better
than me in everything I do, except for one
thing. I have the ability to know when I have to
go to the washroom better than anyone else.
You can attempt to tell me that I have to go to
the washroom, but I can always hold it." Books,
CiTR doo-dads, high school stuff and newspaper
clippings glorifying myself were all given to Mr.
Kozak to look at while I played him a tape of me
blabbering away uselessly. When I was questioned about my family, I explained that since I
am an only child, and my parents are old enough
today to have yuppie children I consider myself to
be growing up in the sixties. Therefore, the aggression that parents directed against their kids in
the sixties is the aggression I'm getting right now
from my parents. This whole myth was quickly
dispelled when Sid said, "There was no aggression in the sixties. I grew up then," I continued
talking to Sid about other important issues, until
the ultimatum was declared. Mr. Sid Kozak
blurted, "Anyway, I have a very brief interview
with everyone, and I've had my interview with
you and that's it." Nevertheless, the interview
lasted about ten more minutes as I explained my
philosophy of life and gathered my gadgets that
had been scattered about the room. I opened the
door to leave the interview, looked at Sid Kozak
and said, "I hope I haven't upset you." Sid
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you haven't upset me." It was over.
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A TIMBRE PRODUCTION It's a bit odd explaining how an old CiT-
Rer like myself had such a good time at a benefit
gig put on by Vancouver's other campus radio
station on May 30, but hey, it was fun. Besides the
assorted CJIV personalities leaping on and off the
stage, the lineup included The Bravados, The
Merry Pranksters (both with demos at CITR
right now), Ivan Purple, and Family Plot. Of
course, the whole evening was livened up by the
Club Soda regulars (who didn't quite know what
to make of the whole thing, but seemed like
awfully good sports) requesting AC/DC and so
on, and Ivan Purple ending up not playing at all
(mainly because of sound problems I think). But
the biggest surprise for me was the performance
by the Merry Pranksters, who put on a really good
show. Mike, the lead singer, looked like a sort of
Young Socred in Man-From-Glad clothes, but
my goodness, what came out of his mouth! Not
only do they have anthems like Sausage Grinding
Party, but the Pranksters can play, too. As for
those AC/DC requests - well, if you play Van
Halcn's Ain't Talking 'Bout Love in front of some
people, what d'you expect?
Go Four Three is heading into Little Moun
tain Sound (where they recorded their Six Friends
LP, on Zulu, with Ron Obvious) to record a 4-
song demo, once again with Ron, and also Chalk
Circle's producer, Chris Wardman, before heading off to Toronto (at least for a while) for a
change of scenery. So expect to hear more about
that soon. Also on the recording front, by next
mOnth CiTR should have the latest tape by the
Rain walkers, recorded (althogh you'd never guess
to hear it) in former drummer Brian's basement.
But for now, here's this month's demo crop:
Daybreak Parade - Numbered Roses. A
very clean recording from a band I know absolutely nothing about. Unfortunately, the sound is
so polished that there isn't much to make their
sound distinctive, other than the more-than-a-
, little-Bowie esque vocals, at least not at this stage
of their recording careers.
Harcourt Army - Vander Zalm Babies.
Well, this effort is a little late, since once again it's
possible for a woman without lots of cash to get an
abortion in this province, but the idea is funny:
take a pleasaant Elvis Costello song and change
the words so it implies the premier's plan was to
ultimately increase the population of the masses
he governs.
From The 4 Ones, a five-song tape recorded
at Mushroom early last March - the selections
make use of sounds ranging from synth winds (a
la Tears For Fears) to a Robert Palmer ish guitar,
but still have that unmistakable 4 Ones sound.
Another very clean recording.
From Toronto comes a tape by Surrender
Dorothy , 4 long songs by obviously serious
musicians, led by a female vocalist who would
renind me a little of Kate Bush if she didn't
almost make the latter sound rock V roll by
comparison. Very pretty, thoughtful stuff, with
things like slap bass (played on the top strings),
harmonics, lots of studio effects and (although I
can't be sure, since I'm not used to counting past
four) even 6/8 time on one song.
Also new this month is the long-awaited
latest A Merry Cow demo - Pop-OMatic (you
remember the commercials, don't you?), their
best-recorded demo yet (that CiTR's seen, anyway), full of wild panning and fun effects and
interspersed with all kinds of tongue-in-cheek
Led Zeppelin tidbits. Well, I've liked A Merry
Cow all along, and now at last there's a way forme
to listen to them and enjoy one of my most guilty
70's North Van pleasures at the same time, listening to the Zep.,
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OPEN EVERY DAY 11 — 6 EXCEPT SUNDAY; FRIDAY 11 - 8
July 1988 MONDAYS
TUESDAYS
SOUP STOCK FROM THE BONES OF
THE ELEPHANT MAN 7:30am-11:00am
Three and a half hours of strictly independent
music ranging from spoken word poetry to
hardcore. Weekly features on indie labels, plus
interviews. Hosted by Robet Lorenz and Lloyd
Uliana.
July 4: Rabid Cat and Caroline Records
July 11: Jungle Hop Records from France and
Tokyo's Midi Records
July 18: Mordam and Alternative Tentacles
July 25: Various Western european independent
music.
Aug 1: Passport and Peaceville Records
SOUP DE JOUR 11:00am - 1:00pm
CiTR's oasis of dementia, for those of you who
insist on standing in the soup line in the midst of
plenty. Catch the menu this month only, as your
irrepressible host Kevin Williams may be returning to the jungles of Southeast Asia this summer
to get even with them M.I.A.'s who burned him in
'Nam back in '71.
THE JAZZ SHOW   9:00pm - 12:30am
Vancouver's longest running prime time Jazz
program featuring all the classic players, the
occasional interview and local music news. Hosted
by the ever-suave Gavin Walker.
July 4: Booker Ervin (1930-1969) was one of the
most powerful tenor saxophonists of any era... his
wide open sound and concept could startle you
with its impact. Here is one of his first albums
recorded under his own name..."That's it!"
July 11: There are so may classic Miles Davis
recordings it's sometimes hard to choose but here
is an interesting one called "Miles In The Sky".
Miles in transition...his first use on record of
electric instruments (electric piano-Herbie Hancock) (electric bass-Ron Carter) and the addition
of George Benson (guitar) on some tunes.
July 18: June 6, 1945 was an historic date for
Jazz. Vibist Red Norvo put together a sextet of
swing era players and modem Jazz pioneers Dizzy
Gillespie (trumpet) and Charlie "Bird" Parker
(alto saxophone). It all works and is the best
example of how modem Jazz was an evolution
not a revolution.
July 25: "Opus De Jazz" is the name of a classic
album by vibist Milt Jackson. Even though it was
recorded over thirty years ago it's held its age and
is still one of Milt's best.
ENVIRONMENTAL SCATOLOGY
12:30am - 4:00am
Melt slugs, smoke bugs, and experience Residents and Ralph Monday, the first Monday of
every month.
STEAKS THIS THICK 3:00pm -5:00pm
Summer's finally here, school's out and it's time
to fire up them Bar-B-Q's. Yeah. Burgers, hot
dogs, potato salad, mindless pop music, aprons
with stupid sayings on them and Steaks This
Thick. With your host, Oral "Genius at Work"
Dave.
SWIRLIN' UFEUKE COLORS OF
VINYL SPIN 9:00pm - midnite
Yo listen up Mophkar. Crocodile Dundee Part 12
belts it senseless while Porno Mike dubs hisself
chapter 98.3 verse six.
AURAL TENTACLES   midnite - 4:00am
A drop of perspiration rolls down his bulbous
nose and lands with a soft plop onto his watch! He
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The
Bones
Soup de Jour
The
Jennifer Chan
Show
Pest
Control
Alien
Watchdog
Radio
Vomit
Blood On
The Saddle
Steaks
This
Thick
Alternative
Wednesdays
Batter sea
Park
Gardens
CrTR MOWS, SPORTS AND WEATHER
The
PTL
Show
The
PTL
Show
(Cont)
The
Spice
of Life
Better
Hohm's
&
Garlick's
In
Context
Tribes And
Shadows
The Joanna
Graystone
Show
The Kir sty
Alley Fan
Club
Happiness
Is Yelling
"Bingo!"
EXPO 66
Narduwar
Absolute
Value of
Noise
NEWS, SPORTS, WEATHER, GENERIC REVIEW, INSIGHT AND DAILY EEATURE
CrapShoot
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Pink
More
Dinosaurs
The
Jazz
Show
[Environmental
Scatology
Neon Meat
Dream
Swirlin'
Vinyl
Spin
Aural
Tentacles
WEEKDAY REPORTS
Objects...
After
The
Goddess
The
African
Show
Permanent
Culture
Shock
The
Knight
After
The
Vinyl
Frontier
Top Of
The Bops
The
Can-Con
Job
Interference
Stomp On
That Big
Boppa-Tron
Don't
Know
The
Saturday
Edge
Are you
Serious
Music
Power
Chord
Deadly
Doom
Sat. Magazine
We Be
Botanists'/
House
Party
Tunes
*R'
Us
The
Rockers
Show
Blues,
Blues,
Blues
Rock Slot/
SoulCity
Sun. Magazine
Just Like
Women/
Electronic
Smoke
Signals
Playloud
This Is
Not
A Test
In The
Grip
Of
Incoherency
SATURDAY REPORTS
: L"
SUNDAY REPORTS
VANCOUVER NEW MUSIC
CALENDAR
NEWS
SUNDAY MAGAZINE looked..it was midnite!  Music, news and cheap
lobotomies performed by Pierre.
WEDNESDAYS
ALTERNATIVE WEDNESDAYS
7:30am - 10:00am
Music for erthrophobes.
BATTERSEA PARK GARDENS
10:00am - 1:00pm
"Floral arrangements of post-industrial imperialism"
On air programmer: Matt Richards
PAULA TAKES LIBERTIES
1:00pm - 5:00pm
Take off your sox and shoos, wiggle yer toes; it's
summer on the PTL show!
THE KNIGHT AFTER   midnite - very late
Rockin' Patrick and his pal Vem Lutner bring you
music without the gristle. Turn it up REALLY
loud and get kicked out of your house. MARLIN
PERKINS MUSICAL HOUR brings you the weird
and wonderful from all over this sick world. This
month: Ginger Leigh, Repetition, Repetition and
THURSDAYS
THE KIRSTY ALLEY FAN CLUB
1:30pm - 3:00 pm
Yes, she's in town to do a TV movie and here's a
show dedicated to her and the music she'd want to
hear. This month we're having a "How to pronounce her name" seminar. With your host Patrick Carroll.
HAPPINESS IS YELLING "BINGO!"
3:00pm - 5:00pm
Mike leaves town to tour with the Grateful Dead.
Gavin flies solo for two months of HOT HITS.
Cooking up a storm of tasty tidbits from the
Heavy Metal kitchen.
FRIDAYS
IN CONTEXT Fridays 8:30-10:00
July 1st: Little by way of New Dance for the
summer. However, Interviews with Jazz Festival
performers Michele Rosewoman & Masquelero-
the exotic side of Jazz. Music-Dissidenten, Tropi-
cana, profile of the Harrison Festival...BUSY!
July 8: Theatre Profile: Sleuth, Cats, King of
America (interview Alam Williams), Arts Club,
and the Avante-Garde, (we hope). Interview:
Tracy Chapman (she's good) and the usual prova-
cative stuff...
July 15: New Music in the City. Sting-some
info...Features, etc.
July 22: Architecture, Art, and hopefully, Song
ADance.
TRIBES AND SHADOWS 10:30 11:30
July 1st: The Caravan of Dreams, based in Fort
Worth, Texas, is one of the more innovative,
organized Performing Arts centers in North
America. Inspired by the music of Ornette Coleman, the Caravan features State-of-the-Art recording facilities,architecture,and Environmental
harmony. Today- an interview with Artistic
Director Kathleen Hoffman, on the overall concept.
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TITLE
LABEL
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OUR BELOVED REVOLUTIONARY...     VIRGIN
YOUNG FRESH FELLOWS
TOTALLY LOST
FRONTIER
•GRUESOMES
UNCHAINED
PRIMITIVE
VARIOUS      .
SGT. PEPPER KNEW MY FATHER        NME
TRACY CHAPMAN
TRACY CHAPMAN
ELEKTRA
DINOSAUR JR.
YOU'RE LIVING ALL OVER ME
SST
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AMERICA
EG
JAZZ BUTCHER
FISHCOTEQUE
CREATION
MEAT BEAT MANIFESTO
1 GOT THE FEAR
SWEATBOX
BUTTHOLE SURFERS
HAIRWAY TO STEVEN
FRINGE
REVOLTING COCKS
LIVE
WAX TRAX
VARIOUS
COLORS SOUNDTRACK
WEA
SUGARCUBES
LIFE'S TOO GOOD
WEA
WEDDINGS, PARTIES ANYTHING
ROARING DAYS
WEA
VARIOUS
PERMANENT RECORD SOUNDTRACK EPIC
HEAD OF DAVID
DUSTBOWL
BLAST FIRST
STUMP
FIERCE PANCAKE
MCA
JESUS & MARY CHAIN
BARBED WIRE KISSES
WEA
SOVIET FRANCE
SHOUTING AT THE GROUND
SCREAMING RED
*C0WB0Y JUNKIES
TRINITY SESSIONS
LATENT
RED LORRY/YELLOW LORRY
NOTHING WRONG
SITUATION TWO
•FORGOTTEN REBELS
SURFIN' ON HEROIN
RESTLESS
WILD SEEDS
MUD, LIES AND SHAME
PASSPORT
•NOMEANSNO
THE DAY EVERYTHING BECAME...      ALT. TENT.
LUXURIA
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POLYGRAM
VARIOUS
RAT MUSIC FOR RAT PEOPLE
CD
THE DICKIES
KILLER KLOWNS
ENIGMA
THE FALL
FRENZ EXPERIMENT
POLYGRAM
THOMAS DOLBY
ALIENS ATE MY BUICK
CAPITAL
NICK LOWE
PINKER AND PROUDER THAN EVER    COLUMBIA
PRINCE
LOVESEXY
WEA
NEON JUDGEMENT
HORNY AS HELL
POLYGRAM
LIVING COLOR
VIVID
EPIC
RENEGADE SOUND WAVE
COCAINE AND SEX MIXES
DEMOS
RHYTHM KING
BAND
SONG
SURF-HIPPIES
LOVE IS A DREAM MACHINE
64 FUNNY CARS
AGAIN AND AGAIN
THE MERRY PRANKSTERS              WELCOME TO BILL VAN DER ZALM'S
STINGIN'HORNETS
ROCKET IN MY POCKET
FRANKFRINK5
THE BRIDGE
CATHERINE WHEEL
FORTUNE
A MERRY COW
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RED HERRING
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July 1988
29 July 8,15,22, 29: Room for an ART -
ART in Vancouver Vancouver is "low
context"- is there room for Art in Vancouver?, or
is there room in the Artist for Vancouver,, What
is the role of Art in this city? Interviews with
some (important) people who might have some
suggestions.
NARDWUAR THE HUMAN SERVIETTE
230pm - 3:00pmLP
A half hour show striving to make you, the listener, happy in Vancouver, B.C. Canada.
SATURDAYS
DEADLY DOOM OF DARKNESS
5:00pm - 6:00pm
HOUSE PARTY/WE BE BOTANISTS
6:00pm - 9:00pm
Alternating alternatives. God only knows. The
future is so uncertain. Invest heavily in gold and
platinum.
NOCTURNES/ANOTHER KIND OF
SATURDAY   9:00pm - midnite
More than Just another radio show - a time zone
with a life of its own. Resident: Paul C.
SUNDAYS
ARE YOU SERIOUS MUSIC?
8:00am - noon
New music, contemporary music, avant-garde,
serious music, academic music:   we're not sure
what it is, so maybe you should listen interference
instead. Your hosts: Paul R.A. Steenhuisen and
Salvador Crutch! ey\
SOULGALORE 3:00pm-3:30pm
BLUES, BLUES, BLUES
3:30pm - 5:30pm
July 3: Eddie Taylor's guitar
July 17: Chuck Berry's Blues
ELECTRONIC SMOKE SIGNALS/ JUST
LIKE WOMEN   6:30pm   9:00pm
July 3: SMOKE SIGNALS: Feature interviews
with Thorn Henley in the struggle to save South
Moresby/Haida Gwaii and tropical rainforest
preservation world-wide; Michael Conway-
Brown on alternatives to herbicides in forestry
today Report on the International Uranium Congress. Free trade, ecology and indigenous land
rights analysis to mark Canada Day.
July 10: JUST IIKE WOMEN: Feature interview with Chris Plewit of New Catalyst on the
upcoming Third North American Bio-regionalist
Congress to be held 21 -26 August near Squamish,
B.C Update on the proposed Orca Sanctuary of
Johnstone Strait and Han son Island. Folk music
Festival highlights and interviews.
July 24: JUST LIKE WOMEN: Women's
music, feminist news and analysis.
July 31: SMOKE SIGNAL: Highlights and
interviews from the. I>a Quena Fiesta. Updates on
ecological and indigenous peoples's struggles in
Central and South America. Preview of events
planned to mark Hiroshima and Nagasaki Days in
Vancouver. Feature interview with Walt Taylor
of "Waging Peace".
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