Thirty years ago today
On Tuesday I posed from 9:00 to 15:00 at Central Technical School and then I went home for a while. I went down to the Gladstone Hotel early so I could set up the Art Bar for my Orgasmic Alphabet Orgy writers open stage. I’d arranged for Adina to be there early as well so we could spend some time alone together but unfortunately Raven showed up at 20:30 too.
It was a good night and we had twenty one people. I performed a new song I really liked and I debuted the beginning of my unfinished rhyming novel, which at the time I called “The Ballad of the Vancouver Trinity”:
You first saw Dylan Luthor
on the day you hit Vancouver
after a lazy month of hitchhiking from Montreal
He was singing by the Orpheum
with a big voice like Jim Morrison’s
just plowing through the earwax on the Granville Street Mall
He sang “The Earth is a bubble
floating into space
Yeah the Earth is a bubble
floating into space
Well I guess that God must’ve blew it
it needs your pity not your praise”
You didn’t like it and you didn’t like him
How could you after where you’d been?
That hyper-spatial paradise of life upon the road?
Passing in or out of cities
brings a kind of beastly ecstasy
A trance inducing state you called “kinetic limbo”.
Mary Milne was still cold towards Adina.
Dan Goorevitch, the new guy who’d been so confrontational with me the week before was as sweet as can be this time.
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