Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Big Chad talks about punk, skinheads, and other thoughts.


Skinheads have always been a touchy issue within the Denver Punk Scene. They were often renowned as the bad seed. With this project, former skins have been invited to participate and express their opinions and involvement in the scene. Most of them started out as punk rockers and later discovered Oi! music and the aesthetics associated with it.  

I don’t condone any of the violence that happened at the shows, skinhead or otherwise. Punk and hardcore is a form of expression that can easily be swayed towards pushing, shoving, leading to altercation. With that said I was friendly with everyone in the scene including the older skins. I hung out with them and still consider them friends. Much of the violence at shows during the mid-80s was simply teenage angst and alpha male power struggles. We were all outsiders so we had to project a hard image to keep the general populace from fucking with us. Punks and skins adopted a pack mentality to ward off jocks, hicks and the like. Many times when we collided with outsiders is when things got heavy and fists were thrown. That’s the way it was for a lot of us growing-up.
                     
The skins were an intimidating element to the scene and later sensationalized and simultaneously demonized by mass media. One on one, they were approachable. As a group it was a different story for non-punks, other punks that weren’t part of their extended group and newbies at shows. The dichotomy was that the group was somewhat exclusive, but yet they were friendly with others within the scene at large.

I went to school with the early core of the Denver Skins and therefore our friendship was more on an intimate level. We’d hang out after school, listen to music, and watch them tear it up on backyard skateboard ramps in suburban Aurora. I helped with a couple of shows they promoted, drank beers together, and got tattooed. Other friends would ask why I hung out with the skins, it was simple, “We’re friends.” I didn’t question their actions and they didn’t question mine. We seldom talked politics, beliefs, religion, and didn’t need to. Back in the day, people bonded over similar interests and co-exited that way.

As people have grown older, many of the old scenesters have become more forthcoming about their politics. I don’t get into that much. Punk to me has always been about the music, dropping out of the system and making life on your own terms while being respectful of others. Outside of defending yourself, I don’t support violence and make a conscious effort these days to avoid confrontations.

Big Chad is a friend, an original Denver skinhead and short-lived front man of Immoral Attitude. My fondest memory of Chad is sitting in his dark basement apartment across the street form Wax Trax drinking beer in the early afternoon listing to Oi! albums. He and the other guys in Immoral Attitude helped develop my love for English street punk.

Big Chad discusses being a punk rocker, defines what a real skinhead is, his rational for disliking rap music, sheep that can’t cook, drugs, and his time singing in a band.

Chad, Jeff and Dan with Vinnie and Craig of Agnostic Front. Photo courtesy of Denver Punk Scene FB page RIP. Brush and ink drawing by Bob Rob Medina. 

Immoral Attitude and Uberfall, was there ever a sense of competition, friendly or otherwise since both bands played music in the spirit of Oi!?

At a certain point of time there was. I don't know if they felt it as much as I did, but I certainly wanted to blow them off the map.

I think the difference between Uberfall and Immoral Attitude was Uberfall had a wider range of friends at the beginning...Flye and Big John were the social magnets of the band so they always got everyone out to their gigs.

Do you want to hear a story about Big John?

Sure.

The first time Iron Cross toured, they ended up staying at my house for a week. It was the shitty apartment across from Wax Trax. We had a great time. They slept on my floor and we'd eat at Taco Bueno and drink beer. I took them out to Cherry Creek for a swim... Anyhow, they played a pick-up show with Tex and the Horseheads at Christian’s. They had time to kill before heading out to California to play with Chron Gen and then going down to Mexico to play a gig at Iguanas in Tijuana. I don't think they ever made that show. On the way back they stayed with me again.

A guy with Iron Cross at that time was this cat named James and he had played in the skinhead band, Combat 84. Sab knew and brought him on tour because they were friend back in England where he is originally from. A couple of years later James comes back through Denver and now he's playing guitar with the fucking UK Subs. It was for their 10th anniversary tour. Do you remember that show?

Yeah, my band opened up for them at Norman’s.

The UK Subs drummer, Rab Fae Beith, was a force of nature-he was something else. We went to the show, the Subs played and knowing James we met them at their hotel after the show. Do you remember a guy named Darren? He was the big time Capitol Hill cocaine dealer. The funny thing was, he's Jewish and liked to hang out with skinheads, before the racist thing was in full bloom. We ended up at a party with Darren and he's got a piece of cocaine that looks like a bar of soap in a plastic bag in his pocket. We are there with the Subs so we raised-up some money. He starts to shave it off with a knife. Everyone's fucked up. The band had a roadie named Bubbles, a fat skinhead guy and gets in an argument with Paxton so everything is going wrong from the start. I don't know how it happened but we ended up leaving and headed over to Lisa's house.

Lisa is kind of the punk princess and Big John was there. Another friend of mine who was out of his head on cocaine was moving around a lot. He bounced into people and they would just push him-he became a human pinball. He bumps into Lisa and spills her drink. She gets pissed off and throws what’s left in her glass at the UK Subs including Rab. Rab is Scottish and built like a fucking fire hydrant, he's just solid, bleach blonde hair, punk rock style with a braided tail in the back tied with a red ribbon. He looked like a fucking pirate. Lisa takes the rest of what's in her glass and throws it on him and starts denouncing me saying what an asshole I am because I brought them there. Rab has a bottle of Sunny Delight filled with half juice and half vodka and slings a big gulp of that into her face. Then Big John comes up and gets all bad and starts talking shit and telling him, "Fuck you" Rab headbutts him and he goes to the ground. It was definitely a concussion. The first thing Rab says is, "In Scottland, that is what we call a headbutt." Everybody starts saying, "Why the fuck did you do that?" He replied, "He was fucking saying shit about me mate." Meaning me. As we're leaving, this is a great punk rock moment, who's coming in? Stiv Bators from Lords of the New Church and he is with Charlie from the Subs. That was fucking cool, both bands played the same night at different clubs. That was one of my great punk moments: hanging out with the UK Subs and doing a bunch of drugs with them, getting into a fight and they stood up for me, plus meeting Stiv Bators on the way out. I finally got to sleep a couple of days later.

A Chad flier. Collection of author. 

New Wave girls?

All the girls liked bad boys in the 80's, meaning skinheads and punks but when you talked with them they worshipped Ronald Reagan. I remember being at one of those nasty gross basement apartments where Jill and Jeff lived playing board games and drinking beers and there would be these new wave chicks and they're all in to Reagan. Goddamn, I wanted to throw them out. I was telling them, “How can you be wearing your little fairy boots and you're into the punk rock stuff, and yet vote the same way as your parents?”

People from the burbs were like that.

I want to answer a riddle for you, a riddle you’ve had for years. Now, I had completely forgot about that Black Flag show where Nig Heist got arrested.

Yeah, that was the show you got up on stage and talked into the mic....

And the question that seems to be lingering in your mind was why did I say, "Why did God invent women?"

Because she can't cook?

It isn't  "she" it was "sheep"

Sheep can't cook?

A fucking animal covered in wool. S-H-E-E-P (Laugher) It's funnier now isn't it?

I have that show on tape, it was broadcasted on the Wild West Show on KGNU. The funny thing before they aired it, the station played the disclaimer stating something to the effect of, "the following material might be offensive to you or a family member so please tune out for the next few minutes." And you know how that show went with them getting arrested in Denver for indecent exposure and lewd behavior. It was a flurry of obscenities for 20 or so minutes. Even the commentary on the radio was hilarious. Someone called the station wanting to dedicate the song, Tight Little Pussy to a girl and Richard the DJ gets on the air and announced it.

As a young man, I was connoisseur of dirty jokes...I'm embarrassed now (Laughter) you can print that too. I was a wild and profane man when I was young.

How did you get into punk?

It was the early 80's. We were seeing things on cable TV at a friend’s house. I saw videos by The Specials and Pretenders. I had a subscription to the rock magazine, Crawdaddy! and they had full page ads for Sex Pistols and stuff like that. When they mentioned punk rock, everyone would be freaked out by it.

Where did you go to school?

Littleton High. In high school, the rich kids were complete fucking assholes.
They were scumbags, thieves, cowards...travel in packs. I didn't want to wear the same clothes as them, the same shoes; I didn't want to listen to Foreigner or Styx. I wanted to do something different. I will tell you something, there's a flier you posted on your article about the Frantix, the first show I ever went to was Rok Tots, Dogmeat and the Frantix at the Boulder Free School. I remember dressing like a new wave kid and going to the show with a girl I knew. She worked at Burger King in Southglenn Mall with Mark from Bum Kon. Mark was clued-up and knew about the hardcore stuff that was coming out and we didn't. We found out about the show from him. So we drove up there. I walked in and I see this guy leaning on a bar and he's got on Levis, black suede cowboy boots with chains and bandanas tied around them, a mohair sweater, a bandana around his neck and spiky hair. He looked so fucking awesome. He looked rock and roll epitomized. It was Garrett Shavlik. I wanted to look like that. Inside the show it is a free for all...chicks walking around screaming for the fuck of it because there's no rules. There were people slam dancing and I got on my Hawaiian shirt and sneakers I spray-painted pink to look new wave, rude and offensive. I think I might have had a skinny tie and buttons on my shirt and those cheesy wraparound punk rock shades. I'm with my friend Holly and I told her, "I'm feeling it, I want to get out there and slam dance" Both of us had never seen it before. So I took off those stupid new wave sunglasses and snapped them, threw them away and jumped in the fucking pit and got bashed around and never looked back.

And going back to high school, the Pee Chee folders with the drawings of the guys running, playing basketball...we'd took a pen and made their hair spiky and wrote stuff like Dogmeat, Frantix on their shirts instead of doing school work.    

How did you get into Oi!?

There were things about skinheads in the punk rock magazines that were coming out. It wasn't clear what it was; it just seemed to be a cut above punk rock. It came across as something like a gang, something a little more elevated, it seemed like skins didn't take any shit. I had no fucking clue that it existed in England, the history of it...I just knew that these guys seemed a little braver. The biggest thing to remember is how much fucking shit you'd get from everybody. Do you remember that Bob?

Wanting to start an Oi! band flier. Collection of the author.
Of course, if you're a punk rocker, you invited it. We all got a ton of shit from people for looking the way we did.

For nothing, everybody just wanted to kill you. My impression was skinheads were people that stood up for themselves. I really liked the UK sound and still do more than anything else. I loved the Exploited, GBH...At a Big Apple Records shop in Cinderella City I discovered Oi! The Album in the import bin. The bands on that record were the Cockney Rejects, Exploited, Angelic Upstarts, 4-Skins...I was, "Wow" this was the sound I really loved.

Here's the biggest part, I was working, I've always worked, always had a job, and I always valued the people that I worked with. I felt the look of skinheads made it more palatable to get a job. You shave your head, you got your Doc Martins on, some jeans, a Fred Perry...you know you're not going to get hired if you go in with a mohawk and black leather jacket full of studs. Do you know what I mean? It is completely unfair, but that was the reality of it. I needed to work, to take care of my family and that’s it. It's like a fucking glove. Essentially Oi! is the same kind of music as punk, but maybe a little sower and both sing about a lot of the same things. It made sense to me.

I attribute you and the guys from Immoral Attitude for turning me on to Oi!. I've been to several of Oi! shows in the states and in Europe. When I saw the Business in Spain or Peter and the Test Tube Babies in London, it was a totally different vibe than back home. Everyone was singing along, buying each other beers and having a good time. There wasn't any attitude, nobody was sizing me up because I didn't have the look...I was up front with them singing along and drinking ales.

It's amazing isn't it? Here we are, dissatisfied with what goes on, but we're still loyal to our county, football club...and we work. We have girlfriends, families, and jobs. Tell me what you felt at those shows?

Everybody was cool, people were stoked to see the bands...There were skinheads of all shapes, sizes, skin color, whatever. There was definitely a uniform and people that showed up were in into it and not because it was fashionable. I hung out with a couple of skins at the Business show and went down to a bar with them before the show. About the only problem was I didn't speak Catalonian, but got by with some Spanish. They turned me on to a couple of Oi! bands from Spain and I went to the record store next day and bought what they suggested. It reminded me of the old days when you’d meet another punk or skin and become instant friends, It’s not like anymore, at least when I go to shows in California. And the racism thing, sure it was nationalistic, but everyone seemed to respect and not bother anyone else.

There was a time when a lot of people flirted with racism in the 80's. Unfortunately in the early 90's “skinhead” got full-on coopted and it just disintegrated into racist nonsense. To be totally honest, I wasn't immune to that. But anybody with any fucking brains realizes that isn’t the way to go. I flirted with Nazi monkey business but I never got into it and I never hurt anybody. I never understood why people would want to go to a punk gig and wreck it.

It seems like that came later with newer skins. I never felt like the older ones intentionally ruined shows; sure there were skirmishes but nothing like the violence later on.

I think a lot of the original hardcore punks, the guys from East High, I feel like they failed us in camaraderie. We would go and see their shows, and write their names on our t-shirts, and we all did that. But I feel like they had this territorial imperative because they lived in the city and went to East and the rest of us were from the burbs.

You felt like they were snobbish towards the suburban punks?

Absolutely. Completely. I remember going to a gig in someone's backyard and I want to say it was Child Abuse or Peace Core; one of those bands was playing. There were 100 antagonistic jocks there probably wanting to throw the band in the pool-it was the kind of house that had a pool. Some rich Cherry Creek girl threw a punk rock party when her parents were out of town. And the band played and all the local boys showed up wantingto beat up the punks. The verbal that was going on was that skinheads were here and that wasn't going to happen tonight.

According to Chad, Target of Demand never showed. Collection of the author.

Did you think the skins were the Guardian Angels of the party that night?

You know, in a really stupid way I wanted skins to be. It never happened. I guess I thought it would be like motorcycle club, just like a brotherhood of likeminded individuals, we go to the shows and there's people fucking with the punk rockers and we could help, but it ended up the other way around (Laughter). It was squabbles, people just talking shit, "I'm going to get this guy, I'm going to get that guy" A show would be a place to fight. I hated that; it's a really bad memory. I remember doing that.

Do you remember Craig form Canada; he dated Cassy for Psychotic Reaction? I remember he was talking a bunch of shit, saying he was going to smash skinheads. At DOA, this was a Jill show and that's why she used to hate me. I started spitting on him and calling him out, trying to fight him on a dance floor. And two years later, we're friends and I felt badly about that.

You know, writing about skins for this project has been sort of a taboo subject. It almost seems like people are waiting for me to bring it up. The time I did, I got flack from both directions. The overall consensus of what I wrote was that it came from a neutral perspective of stating the facts. If you read it there are no judgments. You even busted my balls a little bit about it. I’m almost certain I will be criticized for this post as well. Everyone has their story and it is as valid as anyone else’s. The Denver Skins were the elephant in the room and tends to be stuck in the collective consciousness of the Denver scene. For some people it is legit, like Hale from Burnt Fase, he was pretty much chased out of Denver by the new skins.

Skinheads are having a revival returning to its proper roots and meaning; there are so many bands that are playing right now. There are a lot old skinheads in San Francisco and everyone's happy. At the Cock Sparrer last year there were no fights, sold the place out of beer, broke the toilet, no aggravation... I'm 51 and I'm done fighting, I don't know how people settle their scores anymore...everyone has guns now and have for the last 20 years. When's the last time you saw a proper fistfight? If you're ever going to see it, it'll be 2 proper skinheads doing it and when they're done, they're going to have a drink. The gang mentality took over everything.

Some people say that rap music brought in a lot of that.

I'll go on record, I hate rap, fucking hate it. A lot of it is the lowest common denominator. I hate the materialist aspect, the gang aspect, and misogynistic treatment of women in it. It's like watching the Home Shopping Network. You listen to Cock Sparrer: “I been working all day for me mate on the site, Running around like a blue arsed fly, I been working, And I been working all day for me mate" Then you listen to rap, "I wear cologne, I rock the microphone..." ahhh fucking hell.

Totally different worlds, one is fantasy and one is reality.

Exactly.

You know Chad, I can see why people like the escapism. People struggle coping in the real world so they create an alternate reality in their minds and emulate their heroes from popular culture. A lot of kids get sucked into this pseudo reality that worships consumer and materialism. The worst part is the cheeping and the devaluing of life. I don't get it. I'm fine with rap or any music if it has meaning rooted in not bringing down people; stuff like referring to females as bitches and capping someone's ass. I don't get it; it's like watching yourself jack-off in a mirror.

Yeah, music should be played with instruments! It's all commercial shit. Remember when you bough a new hat and didn't take the tags off on it? (Laughter) Preposterous materialism. Being a skinhead, you realize this is who you are, this is what you have, and you work with it. You know you're not going to be the CEO of Google; you work on a building site. Like when you saw the Business in Spain, you're not listening to Jay-Z telling us how much Cristal Champagne he drinks, you’re listening to Micky Fitz singing about the National Insurance Blacklist. Do what you can with what you have and find joy, pleasure, and pride in it. That’s where it comes from, pride in your class, and pride in your background. People don't get it, you're not going to be Warren Buffet, sorry.

Best fake sticker ever made. According to the band, it was a poster.
Courtesy of the Tom headbanger collection at the Denver Public Library.
 
Immoral Attitude?

Do you remember Chris having a Volkswagen Bug? One night we’re heading down to play a show and we stopped to get gas. Chris goes inside to pay and comes running out. There were these rednecks that wanted to fucking kill us. We had to get the fuck out of there. Chris pushed that Bug for everything that it was worth; he was going through red lights, stop signs… Every time we stopped they started getting out of the truck. It was four of them and two of us. They chased us for 30 fucking miles, all the way from Chris' house, out by where you lived in Aurora all through Denver and down to Christian’s. We pulled into the parking lot with the rednecks still behind us. They took a look at all of us and everyone man'd up and that pick-up truck just backed out and left. (Laughter)

It seemed like Immoral Attitude was a revolving door of members?

It was really Chris and Dave's band. They didn’t have much going on until I joined. With Tommy, they didn't write to many songs. I wrote song and we were good. We tried. I wish it could have gone further. Part of why I didn't play with them anymore was I got a little mouthy on the economics of the band. They came from money and I didn't, so I told them to have their mother rent us an RV and we can do a tour and they took exception to that. They went, "Tell your mom to rent us an RV" Well, my mom didn’t have money; we were poor. Honestly, as far as a band that ever played that was the best line-up. I have a tape in my storage of songs we recorded and it’s still good to this day.

Chad changes the subject

I understand why you want to put this Denver Skins thing in your book; it was certainly a part of the scene and mostly for bad. I can only speak for myself. I'm not quite sure how you deal with that. This sounds so arrogant, I was basically there at the formation of the Denver Skins: Sammy, Holly, Gary and his girlfriend...it was four friends and years later it turned into a nightmare. I guess I'm wondering how do the skins fit into your project?

I think to paint an honest history of the scene you have to be inclusive. I have interviewed: fans, bands, promoters, DJs… just about someone from every element connected with the scene. I included all the genres: punk, hardcore, industrial, new wave, experimental, because they were all infused. I'm interested in people's stories and contributions good or bad. I don't think it would be right to purposefully exclude any group since everyone contributed. Though out this project I have been keeping in mind that we were all kids when we were involved in this. I always assume that when people talk with me, they are telling me what was in their heads 30 years ago.  

I respect that. It was predominant. Denver was huge with the skin thing for a while.

I think violence at shows is a relevant topic. It changed people's attitudes about going to shows; it changed the dynamics of the scene. I would even argue that problems at shows created factions and micro scenes. Granted bands were changing as members learned their instruments better and wanted to play something other that fast songs. When bands like Brother Rat and the Fluid formed, a lot of the hardcore kids didn't go to those shows.

In the beginning White Trash, Dogmeat, and Frantix-that stuff was great. Then it turned in to the Fluid, 57 Lesbian and thought that was boring even though they were great at what they did. You know, there were a lot of lost souls in the punk scene and you know what they did? They found the most negative element and followed that.

What needs to be mentioned was that we didn't have guidance. If we were coming up now we would have guns. Everyone was trying to take their shit out on their own, for good or bad. Some people got into heroin and some people got into Nazi monkey business. We were fucking kids.

Yeah, with perspective and age, it's like, "Whoa" I know several punks and skins who changed completely and do stuff like to church, as if to repent for choices they made in the past or basically to be a better person. I support that. There are a lot of things out there to keep people down. I think once you stop living off your parents and have kids, buy a house, and take ownership of your actions it’s a totally different story.  Now you have perspective and appreciation for things. I did post on how it was in vogue for punkers to complain about their parents, you know, the default punk rock rebellion button. Fast forward 30 years and a lot of old punks have kids and everything has come full circle. Final thoughts?

Being a skinhead was really an influential part of my life, I still consider myself a skinhead to this day. Like I said, real skinheads are about pride, traditions, being a better person and not the negative stuff that happened. 

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Little Fyodor: Walls of Genius, Architects Office, Under the Floorboards


My friend Jimmy and I would obsessively spend our Saturday nights together and going to shows at Kennedy’s or the Packinghouse, but more often than not, we sat in my bedroom with an improvised metal hanger antenna duct taped on the top my ghettoblaster tuning in the Wild West Show on Boulder’s KGNU 88.5 FM. We’d stack up on the cheapest cassette tapes from the aisles of Skaggs drugstore looking to swipe new music DJs Richard and The Wolverine (Doreen) spun.

If we didn’t pass-out after three hours of taping, then we’d stick it out for Little Fyodor’s show, Under the Floorboards. Jimmy and I were convinced Little Fyodor went to the edges of the earth searching for the most absurd sounds, the type of stuff not suitable for casual listening. His collection of songs weren’t going to win you many new friendships. Through his show, we learned early on the unlimited possibilities to music and sound. By the time one of my professors in college turned me on to John Cage’s 4’33”, though I appreciated the concept, the idea didn’t seemed far fetched or radical compared with what I heard on the radio and going to shows at the Art Department and other spaces in lower downtown Denver. In short, Little Fyodor’s radio show should assume partial blame for corrupting my musical sensibilities.

I recall reading an issue of Der Moderate Times (DMT) and coming across a Walls of Genius article. The photo of the band was off-putting, they looked like a Scottish troupe dressed in the most obnoxious threads even the Salvation Army was embarrassed to sell. I read the piece only to find out Little Fyodor was a member. I now had a face to put with the guy that spun strange late-night music. One concept I walked away with from the article was the part of putting a ping-pong ball in a Mason jar and recording it.

Along with Walls of Genius-Architects Office was another outfit that experimented with sound and often formed a collective with other players for live performances…including the Walls of Genius guys. Additionally WoG was a label of self-released cassettes with hand-made covers, fliers, as well as creating offshoots of their own groups sometimes using pseudonyms. Honestly, looking at the band’s catalog, scrapbook, liner notes, aesthetics, and the completionist/obsessiveness of the entire mission makes a case for when intelligent people run amuck with uncensored ideas, concepts, and an infinite amount of time. The documentation can be found on: http://www.haltapes.com/walls-of-genius.html The disclaimer states: The Walls Of Genius Comprehensive Online Archive site has been conceived, constructed, guided, goaded, shepherded, edited, and created with love and devotion by Hal McGee... with the generous cooperation and contributions of Evan Cantor, Little Fyodor, Ed Fowler, Don Campau, and numerous others who have loved, hated, derided, admired, and thrown objects at Walls Of Genius.    

When I recently asked Richard from the Wild West Show what his thoughts were on Little Fyodor’s show, he politely proclaimed: “Never have I met anyone with such a sustained, uncompromising and single-minded focus and devotion (obsession?) to creating musical mayhem. Little Fyodor and The Walls of Genius will always leave me baffled and very frightened.”

My conversation with Little Fyodor.

Little Fyodor-Joy to the world. Image courtesy of Little Fyodor.
Brush and ink drawing by Bob Rob (Medina).
Walls of Genius versus your solo career?

Walls of Genius existed from about 1983-86; I was more solo in the 80's than I was in that band when I think to calculate it, though it surprises me to realize that. Walls of Genius was right smack in the 80's when I started to get involved with underground music as an actual participant. Little Fyodor was more theoretical at that time.

What is exactly Little Fyodor?

It's an expression of my perspective that included a lot of alienation, social awkwardness, not fitting in, taking a dark skewed view while trying to have fun with it. It's the creativity that largely grew out of being influenced first and foremost by an experience of listening to the Ramones-Leave Home album while very stoned. Before that, I was a little unsure of what I thought about punk.

How did you come across punk?

My very first experience of what I think of as punk was probably a news report I saw right after I graduated high school in 1976. The report depicted the early London Punk scene. It was like, "Look at this, what a bunch of freaks, what the fuck!" and that was how they presented it. They played up the pogoing, they showed someone pogoing on top of somebody else as if it was this demented violent thing. I was wondering if this show created hardcore in America. I have a friend in London when the first wave of punk hit in the mid-70's and he didn't think it was anything like he experienced when he came to the U.S. He was one of the latter day members of the Dancing Assholes and later the electronic post-punk group, Doll Parts. I wondered if the news program planted seeds to make punk look more sick and fucked-up than it was. That was my first exposure to punk and I’m not sure where it went after that except I remember the first person I remember actually say they liked punk was also somebody who ended up introducing me to a lot of experimental music. It was all a part of the same spectrum to him.

Who was that?

Will McLeod, a friend in college.  In the fraternity I joined, believe it or not!

You were in a frat? How? Why? I guess, I’m curious about your hazing experiences and I can’t quite imagine you doing beer bongs.

(Laughter) Frats were so numerous at University of Virginia that there were all kinds, if that makes sense to you. Mine was by far the most casual. It was known around campus as the hippie frat, though I met several people there who were into punk and a few who were into weird or intense experimental stuff, so it was only hippie if that’s anyone not so mainstreamish or prep or who doesn’t take the frat thing so seriously. The “hazing” was limited to a couple of pranks where we were tricked into thinking something fucked-up was going to happen to you and it didn’t (instead you were presented with a beer and a joint!).  It was a little sadistic to have fun watching the subsequent classes go through it, I’ll admit, but you knew it was going to end up fine, so it really wasn’t such a big deal.  Ha-ha, don’t remember any beer bongs, but we did party a bunch, what can I say.  I’ll only add that being introverted and shy actually gave me my own, if maybe ironic, motivation to join a frat, as it was like having 30 instant friends.  Naturally, it didn’t always work out quite like that, but I’ll leave it there….

When did you start getting into experimental music?

At the beginning of college, but more so after I moved to Colorado in 81. It went along with starting a radio show focused on that.

Was it your show Under the Floorboards?

I was doing it awhile before I finally settled on that name. I started doing the late night shift on Saturdays on KGNU in 82.

I stared listening to the Wild West Show in 83 with Richard and the Wolverine.

I remember them, when I first started it was Peter Tonks' show, Over the Edge. The Wild West Show was the replacement and Smash It Up with Vanzetti replaced the Wild West Show. I always like following the punk show and now I follow the Techno show. (laughter).

Festival of Pain flier. Images courtesy of Little Fyodor. 
I have fond memories of seeing the Festival of Pain flier on a light pole months after the show, mostly because it occurred on my birthday. I was intrigued. I asked Duane Davis about his involvement in the Small Appliance Orchestra…he also mentioned Blood Ball?  

Well Blood Ball was an ad hoc or one time sport they played that night, just for the festival, to fit the “pain” theme. It involved a ball and a lot of squirting red liquid and a lot of macho running around. I didn’t participate myself; instead I huddled on the sidelines next to Duane wearing some protective covering from the “blood”.  Susanne Lewis from Spray Pals and Thinking Plague etc. was also in the Small Appliance Orchestra, who, as you might guess, made music/noise with a bunch of small appliances.  My Walls Of Genius crony Evan Cantor and I performed as The Pus-Tones.  He played acoustic guitar and warbled old top forty hits while I played found percussion (beer bottle, sauce pan, etc.) with a drum stick while dancing around like an incensed goon in my loud thrift store fashioned clothes, about which several folks expressed fascination: “Where did you get those clothes/that jacket??”  I told them via “the Great Ed” cause it was Ed Fowler from Walls of Genius (not there that night) who got me interested in loud thrift store fashion and who picked out many items for me personally, including the weird, dazzly red jacket that someone (Gil Asakawa?) called “one of the most awesomely homely sports jackets to ever disgrace the human figure” in the write-up of the show in Westword. Various stories, both good and bad, can be spun off from that night, but overall it was a lot of fun. Evan actually recorded the whole event on his own reel to reel recorder that he brought for the occasion, and as a result we were able to include our rendition of CCR’s Green River, with sounds from the Blood Ball as recorded from underneath, in the basement where the music happened, edited onto the front and back of it, on our Crazed to the Core cassette release.  I remember once seeing a video of that event, and oh what I wouldn’t do to get a hold of such a creature now….

I remember hearing a lot of strange music and lyrics, words or what have you on Under the Floorboards. I have to admit, it was challenging for a 14 year-old kid. 

I was playing the weirdest shit I could get my hands on. That was my philosophy. I was trying to find anything worthwhile artistically to justify playing it.

Image courtesy of Hal Tapes
How do you define artistically?

That’s hard isn't it; you know it when you smell it.

Does it mean pushing limits?

My show is for the insects of society. I tried to find material that represented unique individuals. Nowadays, people might call that outsider. That can have different meanings. That word didn't exist as such back then but I would define it nowadays as an intersection between outsider and experimental.

How did that coincide with playing in Wall of Genius? How did that band fit with what you were playing on the radio? 

If you were going to stick it in one category, Walls Of Genius was experimental. There was a lot of pop, traditional, and classic sensibilities that were interwoven into it. Some people might be perfectly happy with those elements in experimental music whereas other might say that is a compromise and not real experimental music. A lot of the stuff I played on the radio was probably weirder. Overall maybe my show was a little more out there than Walls of Genius.

I loved the radio growing up. My mom was an avid listener to mostly country or any station that had a contest. She was very open-minded about that sort of thing. In my pre-teens I would roam the dial and listened to anything I thought was interesting, even talk radio. In my early twenties, I discovered Art Bell’s Coast to Coast and that shit spooked me in a big way, especially when I lived in the South and drove in rural areas. For a moment I thought maybe your show Under the Floorboards would be the perfect soundtrack for it.

(Laughter) Yeah, I would probably have to lean toward the more instrumental side of things. You really can't get more outside than outer space or aliens; they're outside of any normal experience. I'm sure many listeners thought that stuff I had on my show were played by people from other worlds or dimensions. I could definitely go along with that. Then again, it’s really all part of the human experience, and that was an important part of what my show was about, too.

Back in the early to mid-80's how well did you feel connected to a scene?

I felt totally connected; it was exciting in that sense. I got a lot more phone calls on my radio show back then than I ever do nowadays. I made some important connections to people in my life via calling in on my radio show. Maybe it was because I was young, dumb, stupid and naive, but it felt like it was one of the only few things I ever felt a part of in my life. It felt I was part of an international scene. One of the musicians I played with via Architects Office, Rick Corrigan. I remember him distinctly saying he was hoping to change the world, at least when he started out. I didn’t know how many people are aware of it, but I really felt that a certain sense of 60's idealism as you might say about the whole sense of there being a scene and having some sort of an affect on things. Of course, nobody would really define that other than something going on that mattered.


Architects Office image. Image courtesy of the
Walls of Genius scrapbook on Hal Tapes.
Speaking of Architects Office, I once bought a cassette from the band at an art show and it came in a ziplock bag with a cool booklet with Architecture-I think it had the Sleeper House on the cover. I didn’t know what to expect when I popped in the tape, but it was hard to wrap my brain around it. It sounded complete damaged. Going back to Art Bell, I think A.O. was otherworldly. What did you exactly do in Architects Office and what was up with hand written labels on cassettes tapes? It was obvious that they didn’t press a lot of them. I’m thinking dubbing machine and maybe made on demand? 

Everyone was doing it whatever way it worked for them. You gonna tell someone you can’t record and share your music just because you didn’t come up with some sort of official artwork for the label? That said, I prefer official like packages myself, for my own stuff and for others.  Just makes it more real.  But I can understand why some people aren’t into that. They’re just not into it!

When I listen to experimental music, and this is a far stretch, I hear droids from Star Wars? Do you think the sci-fi craze in the 70’s/80’s contributed to what was to come later on?

Heh, I read a Pink Floyd bio which said they hated being thought of as a sci-fi band!  Think I gotta draw a line here and say no, experimental music doesn’t really have to have a damn thing to do with sci-fi.  It might, and it could just as easily not.  At the risk of sounding hippie, if it does for you, fine.  But for others, including me, there’s no inherent connection.

We did something like this when I lived in Boulder, except we did the
Hare Krishna mantra. Image courtesy of Hal Tapes.
Was the scene more open and less defined back then?

It is a lot more codified now. It seems like everyone had figured out what genera they want to emulate or preserve from that past. Even like punk and noise seems like, "Ok, this is a box" and people who want to do that are going to go over and open that box. I may seem like a cynical old fart, but I call things the way I see it. I don't get worked up over these matters; I figure there are pros and cons going on all the time. I’m not entirely connected anymore these days; it might not be my time for that. I should add that I’m talking about musical trends there, cause I don’t know what the musical trends are, and I don’t quite understand all the technology, either.  But there’s still plenty of stuff happening and I see it happening all around me especially when I play out live with my band and people respond to us and I feel a part of it then.  Even if I’m not always sure what it is!

What sort of phone calls did you on your radio show?

Sometimes they were form crazy people and sometime they were from friends...or both. (Laughter) Well... I also worked graveyard shift at the Hotel Boulderado at that time. I had weird interactions with people in the middle of the night. One lady was convinced I was the reincarnation of a 16th century poet.

You remember shock jock Alan Berg from KOA 850 when he was ambushed after pissing-off anyone and everyone. Were you ever threatened? Did you feel that that crazy people tuned into your show and hoped they got that special message they had been hoping for the next set of instructions? 

(Laughter) Maybe I was too naive to worry about that. Though I did meet a guy through my radio show and through Wall of Genius who I gave a ride to once and he started telling me how he was meditating on death. That was a little unnerving.

The combination of the strange music you played mixed with a nocturnal audience brought out craziness?

I think you hit it on the head there. It was an intersection of those two things, maybe even more late night. Nowadays I do a show from 11pm-midnight, but back then I started about at 1 am to 4 am. It was perfect for me since I worked the graveyard shift and was up those hours anyways. 

‘Snake want's to be your friend’ is a song that always stuck out listening to your show. Who played that? It started off with a slow country waltz, gradually speeding up and it turned into this fast-tempo screaming how the snake wanted to be your friend.

Wow, I don't know. You're testing the limits of my brain cells!

That's your homework, find the song, I want to know who played that.

I think you’ll have to wait till I’m in my 90’s and have nothing else to do.  Sorry!

Speaking of forgotten songs, you also played a Krautrock one with the line, "There's no Coca Cola in Angola"

In the mist of all this experimental music, I played stuff that had some sort of cheesy catchiness to it too. That sentiment was reflected in Walls of Genius as well. Some people were into the experimental music I was playing and other thought it was appalling. Someone has to think it's appalling or it's not experimental.

I always think if most people like it, you miss the point of being experimental...as to say if you're parents like it...

That's a strange thing to old farts like me-we never had that problem.