Page 10 Planet of the Arts ' eee OOOO EE EO EERE E EE EEE CEE ASSES SSS CCE See eee eee eee eee No-one knew what to expect, especially me. There was no precedent for this. It had never been done before. The committee took a final salvo. “They’!] think it’s a stupid idea, it doesn’t make sense, you’ll look like a fool, an idiot. You'll be sorrrry. . .” Too late. It’s time to go for it. Blankology. A primal shout. My eyes opened and I slowly became aware that I was straining to hold a bar of wood above my head, extending to the very limits of my arms, the muscles and elbows of which seemed locked. An image, twisted in terror, stared at me from the mirror. I had entered the Territory. I was the Territory. I was the Dragon. Slowly, tremblingly, I lowered the bar to its perch, and stepped off the platform. I remember the darkness of the room, the faces in shadow and the silence, the awful silence. I focussed on the motionless Territory and quietly announced, “It’s a Three.” The Territory burst into applause. Applause? What happened? Applause? I had made art. Not just art, but Art. It was art in the raw, art from the gut. My favourite author, Dr. David Viscott, once remarked that man’s art is the celebration of his feelings at the most coherent point. Today I can say, in all honesty, that I know what he means. In 1965 I was graduated from the Kootenay School of Art where I learned the craft of art. Twenty-two years of its application to the business world has taught me the pragmatism of art making. On the day of my dragon I began to learn the ‘feeling’ of art and this experience has inspired me to search for new territory and develop new map-making skills. The Future of Dragon Weighing Dragon Weighing may never be a part of NBC’s Wide World of Sports but I do believe it has a serious application. Some students said that my device has definite therapeutic value and would be a highly marketable item. Really? It certainly could be adapted to portability and be a definite benefit to frustrated travelling salesmen and globetrotting heads of state. Dr. Gerald G. Jampolsky wrote, “Love is the letting go of fear.” This sounds rather simplistic but I agree with him in essence. If one could measure, with a degree of honesty, the level of fear in the psyche, one could determine the amount of love required to expunge their dragon. Intellectualizing the degree of fear in ourselves is unreliable. We will con ourselves into thinking that we are without fear, or at least not enough about which to worry. Ultimately the fear surfaces, usually in a moment of physical, mental and spiritual weakness, and proceeds down a course of self destructive behaviour. Only an act Matthew Anderson of love, the unconditional kind of giving which expects nothing in return, has any power over our dragons. Self sacrifice of the most honest and genuine kind are the only weapons against fear. If I am honestly aware of the extent to which fear has me in its power then I will have a clue to the extent that I have to give of myself to others. I conclude with a tip: dragon weighing isn’t that scary. If I can do it, so can you. Happy hunting, Color Blind & Tons Deaf Ian Verchére As an ecole de beaux arts, Emily Carr College provides the only post-secondary studio program for fine arts in the State of B.C. Being somewhat of a creative nexus, the Granville Island school’s output is not limited to the plastic arts, but includes efforts in performance and music. The school provides a concentrated network of extreme and alternative tastes. As a result, many of the local bands and their members perform, have friends at, or attend the College. Currently, there are three high-profile and exciting musical efforts coming from, or at least strongly related to, the school. Two of these are bands, and the other a combination magazine/cassette. In particular, one group is making a bit of a name for itself around town — they call themselves Wunderbred, The Refined White Flower Children. As it appears, the group was conceived during a temporary amnesty on the laws forbidding the marriage and conjugation of blood relatives. The offspring of this period, who found each other through a rehab society for “children raised on chemicals, toxic waste, and preservatives”, and found a common ground in being “less than socially acceptable’, rose in the bedpan of life - to become the Wonderbred. This provided a “convenient excuse to hurt each other”. The band consists of troubador Pippin Pumberkunt, a sort of manic Nijinsky, Narcis Hobman Masterbass Marvelous on “subsonic lung cleaner” (bass), “contortion distortionist” Snakey J. Quicksand, and “concussionist” Max Flex. The group swears these are their real names, and as a responsible music journalist, I believe them. Narcis is a partner in Cinestar Productions with Shawn Gouddy, and Micheal “Drunken Bastard” Hills. As film students, the access to video equipment and recording facilities at ECCAD is an asset. This is fortunate, as their current residence, a deteriorating Gastown mineshaft, is slowly sinking into Burrard Inlet, and within 200 million years, will be a subdivision of Vladivostok. Drummer Max Flex was rescued by Cinestar and the band members from military prison, where his penchant for cross-dressing and a traumatic childhood was subjecting him to much abuse. Guitarist Quicksand was born in a Greyhound bus in the Fraser Canyon and bounced out of a turnip truck onto Georgia Street after a collision with a police vehicle. Basic dark force Pippin came to the Wonderbred after the Braineater tossed him from the Spiders of Sex for “trying to muscle in on his blackmail money” and “out of basic jealousy”. After several different combinations of bands and personnel, such as Last Sex on Earth, Dead Cats, Braineater, Murder of Crows, and Heroin Addict Witches; Wunderbred congealed in it’s current state, and produced their first recording “on cello tape with a safety pin”, which led to an opening gig for Brilliant Orange at the Luv-A-Fair in November 1986. Narcis and Shawn are confident “who was the better band, and they (Brilliant Orange) really got a rise out of us.” Of course they did. With such sing-a-long Psychobilly neo-surf punk psychedelian mind-warp ditties as “Fucking Asshole Redneck Cowboys”, “Hubba Bubba” and the anti-drug “Spoon of Forget”, who wouldn’t? Their machine-like sonic assault, good stage presence, and improving musicianship make the Wunderbred a group to watch for. Keep an eye open for a studio cassette in mid- March and gigs at Channel One on February 7th, and the Savoy a week later. You’ll have to see them soon, “before the Socred chop us up and turn us into Soylent Green”. On a more cerebral note, computer whiz Trouba WHAT TOTEM BoLES REALLY MEAN erUnchy, chew) erunchychewy =) Pox meg } V ~~ bleu igh : > “| = JOPISIUAA UYOL Gossen’s collaboration, Paradigm Creators Inc. has produced a visual and verbal package consisting of KROME Magazine and the KRIME cassette tape. Despite its unevenness, the magazine and tape are a unique combination of science-fiction, electronic and other styles of music, poetry, laser printing, and Xerox collage graphics which speak of a lot of effort outside the mainstream of recording and publishing. It is difficult with a compilation of 15 independent recording artists to be consistent, but over its fifty minute length, some exciting and innovative things are happening. The opening song is by Front Line Assembly, an effort spearheaded by Bill Leib, also a member of everybody’s favorite/least favourite haircut- computer-synth band Skinny Puppy, and the tape closes with a five and a half minute poem by Judy Rydell, which Gossen notes was “heavily debated as to its inclusion”, but which in my opinion is one of the highlights of the tape. Noteworthy contributions come from Paul Serret, who plays the distinctive Santook string instrument, Omni- Squid’s “Squid Hunt” and the state of the art religious propaganda of Jesus Action Figure. Less successful are the poorly recorded computer meanderings of Glenn Scott, and the indulgent sound sculptures of Emily, who never fails to remind me of that woman performance artist in the movie “Liquid Sky”. (Remember “Me and My Rythm Box’”’?) The magazine KROME, is a quarterly publication featuring interviews, Sci-Fi short stories, Carl Sagan-esque Cosmology, and Xerox-collages, all laser printed and photocopied. The writing of Crispin Moisewitsch is prominent, and despite its formulaic tendencies, is still interesting and a promising start. Gossen, a student at ECCAD, describes KROME as “a dynamic nexus of art and technology”. Now in its second year, the magazine has a good start at living up to that assertion. The magazine by itself is $2.50, the cassette is $8.00 and the pair sell together for $9.95, and are available at the usual clothing, book and record shops. Last but not quite least, is freelance street artist 12 Midnite’s band, the Young Adults, which is half art students and practices in the art-history lecturn. They didn’t get me the bio info I asked for by press time, but I have seen the group play several times. Technical and musical difficulties aside, (Arts Club) they have played great gigs (Channel One, Shindig) which hint at some good potential. So, the next time you’re down on Granville Island walking around, and stumble into the Concourse Gallery, and don’t understand the art you see, and there is this thumping and thudding and screeching coming from behind the walls, now you know that the talent at ECCAD runs deeper than just the visual arts. xo cms eee ee eee eee eee ee eee eee ee ee eee ee ee ee ee ee eee Spiers ae [No-one knew what to expect, especially me. There was ‘no precedent for this. Ithad never been done before. The ‘committee took a final salvo, “They'll think it’s a stupid idea, it doesn't make sense, you'll look like a fool, an idiot. You'll be sorrrry. ..” ‘Too late. Its time to go fort Blankology ‘A primal shout. My eyes opened and I slowly became straining to hold a bar of wood above my to the very limits of my arms, the muscles and elbows of which seemed locked. An image, twisted in terror, stared xt me from the mirror. [had entered the Territory. I w the Territory. Iwas the Dragon. lowly, tremblingly, [lowered the bart its perch, and stepped off the platform. I remember the darkness of the room, the faces in shadow and the silence, the awful silence. I focussed on the motionless Territory and quietly announced, “I’s a Three.” The Territory burst into applause. Appl happened? Applause? Thad made art, Not just art, but Art It was art in the raw, at from the gut My favourite author, Dr. David Viscott, once remarked "satis the celebration of is feei lay Lean say, know what he means. Tn 1965 I was graduated from the Kootenay School of ‘Art where I learned the craft of art. Twenty-two years of its application to the business world has taught me the pragmatism of art making. On the day of my dragon | began to learn the feeling” of art and this experience has inspired me to search for new territory and develop new ‘map-making skills, se? What The Future of Dragon Weighing Dragon Weighing may never be a part of NBC's Wide ‘World of Sports but I do believe it has. a serious application, Some students said that my device has definite therapeutic ‘value and would be a highly marketable item. Really? It certainly could be adapted to portability and be a definite benefit to frustrated travelling salesmen and globetrotting heads of state ‘ove is the letting go ‘of fear." This sounds rather simplistic but I agree with in essence. If one could measure, with a degree of esty, the level of fearin the psyche, one could ermine the amount of love required to expunge their dragon, Intellectualizing the degree of fearin ourselves is liable. We will con ourselves into thinking that we are without fear, or atleast not enough about which to ‘worry. Ultimately the fear surfaces, usually in a moment ‘of physical, mental and spiritual weakness, and proceeds down a course of self destructive behaviour. Only an » ‘Mathew Anderson ‘of love, the unconditional kind of gi ch expects nothing in eturn, has any power over our dragons. elf sacrifice of the most honest and genuine kind are the only weapons against fear. If am honestly aware of the extent to which fear has me in its power then I will have a clue to the extent that I have to give of myself to others T conclude with a tip: dragon weighing isn’t shar Scary. If can do it, so can yo Happy hunting, Color Blind &Tone Deaf Asan ecole de beaux arts, Emily C ege provides the only post-secondary studio program for fine ars inthe State of B.C. Being somewhat ofa creative nexus, the Granville Island school's output is not limited tothe plastic arts, but includes efforts in performance and music The school provides a concentrated network of extreme nd alternative tases, As a result, many of the local bands ‘and their members perform, have friends at, or attend the Colle Currently, there are three high-profile and exciting ‘musical efforts coming from, or atleast strongly rel to, the school, Two of these are bands, and the other @ combination magazine/cassette. In particular, one group is making a bit of a name for itself around town — th call themselves Wunderbred, The Refined White Flower Children. ‘As it appears, the group was conceived during temporary amnesty on the laws forbidding the marriage ‘and conjugation of blood relatives. The offspring of this period, who found each other through'a rehab society for ‘children raised on chemicals, toxic waste, and. preser and found a common ground in being ess than socially acceptable”, rose in the bedpan of life tobecome the Wonderbred. This provided a “conveni ‘excuse to hurt each other TThe band consists of troubador Pippin Pumberkunt, a sort of manic Nijinsky, Narcis Hobman Masterbass Marvelous on “subsonic lung cleaner” (bass), “contortion distortionist” Snakey J. Quicksand, and “concussionist” Max Flex. The group swears these are their real nat and as a responsible musie journalist, I believe them. arcis isa partner in Cinestar Productions with Shawn Goudy, and Micheal “Drunken Bastard” Hills. As film students, the access to video equipment and recording facilities at ECCAD is an asset. This is fortunate, as th current residence, a deteriorating Gastown mineshaft, is slowly sinking into Burrard Inlet, and within 200 million years, will be a subdivision of Vladivostok Drummer Max Flex was rescued by Cinestar and the ‘band members from military prison, where his penchant for cross-dressing and a traumatic childhood was subjecting him to much abuse. Guitarist Quicksand was bom in a Greyhound bus in the Fraser Canyon and bounced out of a turnip truck onto Georgia Street aftera collision with a police vehicle. Basic dark force Pippin came to the Wonderbred after the Braineater tossed him from the Spiders of Sex for “ty in on his blackmail mioney" and “out of basic je After several different combit personnel, such as Last Sex on Earth, Dead Cats, Braineater, Murder of Crows, and Heroin Addict Witche: aled in it's current state, and produced their first recording “on cello tape with a safety pin”, ‘which led to an opening gig for Brilliant Orange atthe Luv-A-Fair in November 1986, Narcis and Shawn are ‘confident “who was the better band, and they (Brilliant Orange) really got a rise out of us. Of course they did, With such sing-a-long Psychobilly rneo-surf punk psychedelian mind-warp ditties as "Fuel Asshole Redneck Cowboys”, “Hubba Bubba” and the anti-drug "Spoon of Forget”, who wouldn't? Their ‘machine-like sonic assault, good stage presence, and improving musicianship make the Wunderbred a group to watch for. Keep an eye open fora studio cassette in mi March and gigs at Channel One on February 7th, and the Savoy a week later. You'll have to see them soon, the Socred chop us up and turn us into Soylent Green’ ‘On a more cerebral note, computer whiz Trouba WHAT TOTEM PoLES REALLY MEAN ecUnchy cheb} erunchy chewy bleugh 2pm HOE Gossen’s collaboration, Paradigm Creators Ine produced a visual and verbal package consisting of KROME Magazine and the KRIME cassette tape. Despite its une azine and tape are a ‘combination of science-fiction, electronic and other styles ‘of musi, poetry, laser printing, and Xerox collage graphics Which speak ofa lot of effort outside the mainstream of recording and publishing. Its difficult with a compilation, ‘of 15 independent recording artists to be consistent, but ‘over is fifty minute length, some exciting and innovative things are happening. The opening song is by Front Line Assembly, an effort spearheaded by Bill Leib, also a ‘member of everybody's favorit/least favourite haircut +-synth band Skinny Puppy, and the tape closes with a five and a half minute poem by Judy Rydell, which Gossen notes was “heavily debated as 10 its inclusion”, but which in my opinion i one of the highlights of the tape. Noteworthy contributions come from Paul Serret, who plays the distnetive Santook string instrument, Om ‘Squid’s “Squid Hunt” and the state ofthe art religious propaganda of Jesus Action ful the poorly recorded computer meanderings of Glenn ‘and the indulgent sound sculptures of Emily, who never fails to remind me of that woman performance artist in the novie “Liquid Sky". (Remember "Me and My Rythm Box”) The magazine KROME, is a quarterly publication featuring interviews, Sci-Fi short stories, Carl Sagan-esque Cosmology, and Xerox-collages, all laser printed and photocopied. The writing of Crispin Moisewitsch is prominent, and despite its formulaic tendencies, i stil interesting and a promising start 1 student at ECCAD, describes KROM year, the magazine has a good assertion. The magazine by itself is $2,50, the cassette is $38.00 and the pair sell together for $9.95, and are available atthe usual clothing, book and record shops. Last but not quite least, is freelance street artist 12 Midnite's band, the Young Adults, which is half art students and practices in the ar-history lecturn. They didn’t get me the bio info I asked for by press time, but | have seen the group play several times. Technical a ‘musical difficulties aside, (Arts Club) they have played great gigs (Channel One, ‘good potential So, the next time you're down on Granville Island walking around, and stumble into the Concourse Gallery. ‘and don’t understand the art you see, and there is this thumping and thudding and screeching coming from behind the walls, now you know that the talent at ECCAD runs deeper than just the visual arts.