Having a bit of a moment here in ZombHome. Sitting with a nice Cooba Zombre, and ripping some vinyl.
I may have mentioned before, or maybe not, but either way nobody probably cared. But back when I was in the College, selling my guitar to start my long stupid path to becoming a failed architect, I was friends-kinda- with a weird dude who did the booking for the on-campus concert series.
Amusing side bar. Later, this dude opened his own nightclub [This one]. In his only moment of coolness, he named it from the Spinal Tap movie. But he had a nice apartment, and spent a ton of money on a huge home entertainment wall. But since he had no actual skills, he enlisted my buddy Craig, who called me, to put the fucking thing together. So we loaded up on 12-packs and headed over to unpack the boxes. He had everything, VCR (it was the 80s) and CD, dual-cassettes, big ass TV…we spent all evening getting drunker and putting the thing together. When we got it all plugged together, about 11 PM, we turned it on. Everything. Radio, VCR, Albums, all playing at once. Peter came wandering out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes and imploring us to turn it down. We mocked him.
So he would book these shows, and be obligated to provide a couple large mules to shuck cases in and out. And Craig and I were the ones. We got in for free. Never got to meet the bands, we were peons; but got to see some awesome shows. Art Of Noise, Iggy Pop, jane’s Addiction…. Peter used to get kind of pissed that after load-in we would go down to the pub and drink beer, probably because he visualized us being drunk and dropping something expensive. We told him that if he paid us, we wouldn’t drink, and never heard that complaint again.
Anyway, one of the shows we worked was Bruce Cockburn on the World of Wonders tour. I had no idea who the dude was, I was into punk and new wave, but we had nothing better to do so what the hell.
Some of his crew got lost or something, so after load in, we also helped with some of the rigging. And I stood next to Bruce on stage, holding a ladder while they soundchecked this song:
He was quite cordial and friendly (as those Canucks are) while we were working, and we chatted a bit. I was impressed that he was so friendly to a grunt. But then, Canadian.
The rest of his crew were still no shows at show time, so Peter asked me and Craig to do follow spots. WTF. Like we know anything. But lighting was not particularly challenging back then, and after ten minutes of training, we were more or less good to go. The lighting tech would direct us.
My favorite moment was during the band intros. The light tech was telling us who to spot, and we were keeping up just fine. Until he missed his cue, kind of yelled into the headset “Follow Spot 2!!! Go…” and startled me, causing me to jerk the spot, which then hit one of the singers…the one being introduced. “Oh…good” the lighting tech said.
Then they played this.
And I was kind of hooked.
And these days, that mild mannered Canadian’s anthem feels pretty fucking right:
After doing the extra work, that jerk Peter wouldn’t even get us t-shirts. I should have asked my stage buddy Bruce.
It should also be noted that Cockburn’s Christmas album is absolutely fucking stellar, in an earnest, folky hippie-with a guitar kind of way. Hey!~ you know what we need? A Glue Birl/Jeddie/Cockburn collabo for a Christmas song this year!