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coming to the Orient foranotfieryeac ing guitar, Joey spits at the audience and
picks his nose. He throws off his army
helmet, revealing a grey Beatie wig, and
"Maybe next year we'll go to the Orient." r - - - - - - - - - - -,-- - - - - - - - - . puts the whole microphone in his mouth,
How many years has it been since you first I simultaneously bellowing as loudly as
said that? I
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We never forget possible. Behind him, the band churns out
And every year since, it's been the same I how important you are. pure pandemonium at maximum volume.
old story. Next year, never this year. I
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Kyoto's Golden Pavilionwillstill be' there I Mysteriously, Joey's pants seem to be fal-
next year, of course. Hong Kong's harbour I 777 Hornby Street, ling open to a near obscene degree, reveal-
will still swarm with sampans, and the sun I !'~) Vancouver, B.C. V6Z 154 ing a Beluga-like expanse of white belly.
I \~:;i A fan throws a T-shirt onstage, the shirt
willstillrise over Bangkok's gilded temples. I
Butthere's an old Japanese proverb which I Please send me information on JAL.:s Orient Tours. has the slogan Destroy written across it
says, "The day you decide to do a thing is II Name _ above a swastika. Joey flicks his Bic and
the best day to do it." the shirt bursts into flame. The band ap-
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This year, before you decide to wait until I Address _ proaches its climax, and, in a mock fit,
next year, ask your travelagent about JAL:s Joey stumbles backward to land on his
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For every good reason you have to wait II Postal Code Tel. No. _
till next year,we'lloffer a thousand glorious frenzied excitement.
reasons to board the next plane. I My travel agent is _ When the band has finished, the
anarchists take over the stage and set ab-
out burning the Canadian flag, the black
Anarchist flag and what is thought to be a
Canadian Constitution. The audience re-
turns to sipping wine and rolling joints,
and generally ignores the speeches issuing
from the flatbed stage ... until they start
burning money. Burning money! Aghast,
the punk devotees watch as the anarchists
ask for money to burn, and are even more
aghast when they get it. Twenties, tens,
fives and ones are thrown up on stage and
ignited before the hungry eyes of the
crowd. Rampage and Joey look at each
other in disbelief. "This is stupid," gasps
Joey as he makes an unsuccessful grope
for a fiver.
"Give the money to the bands," shout
several audience members, to no avail.
The anarchists, after all, have their point
to make.
A band called Private School follows
the anarchists, much to the relief of those
who refused to believe their eyes as cash
literally went up in smoke. Private
School, too, assaults the audience with a
belch of electric noise, yet the musicians
seem upset about it. Completely lacking
in the aggression and riveting stage pre-
sence of D.O. A., they complain that they
cannot hear themselves because of mal-
functioning monitors. The long-haired fel-
low in the Boogie 'Til Ya Puke T-shirt is
the first to leave, and, as Private School
continues to play, half of the audience fol-
lows his lead. There is nothing worse than
an unpunky punk band.
Two other bands follow. First, there is
The Sub-humans: Jerry Useless, Dimwit,
Mike Normal and Wimpy. Wimpy grew
up with Joey and has his knowledge of
how to hold an audience's attention. For
instance, at the climax of the act, Wimpy
pulls down his pants, points his posterior
at the audience and spreads his cheeks.
Boz Scaggs he isn't.
The crowd has thinned considerably
but the Sub-humans, the only band with
enough sense not to overdrive the P.A.,
inject a bit of adrenalin into those who re-
main. Bottles of Rush and Locker Room,
two commercially available inhalables
with an effect similar to amyl nitrate, pass
under adolescent nostrils, effectively
simulating heart seizures.
Sergeant Nick Penis is next. This band
consists of all the members of D.O.A.
playing different instruments, with the
exception of Joey who stays in the crowd
eyeing his fellows nervously. The band is
Brown Cow
ripping the fabric of the air when a Kahlua and Milk
mounted Vancouver city policeman
comes on the scene. The generator dies.
The evening is over. Wimpy organizes the Kahlua.
punks into garbage detail, and the field is
cleared of debris.