Hard Core Logo
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MICHAEL TURNER
HARD CORE LOGO
Copyright © 1993 by Michael Turner
Third Edition: 2009
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Some narratives in this collection were first broadcast on CBC Radio
Photographs by Ingrid Percy
Book design by Shyla Seller
“Hard Core Logo” logo by David Lester
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Turner, Michael, 1962-
Hard core logo / Michael Turner.
ISBN 978-1-55152-341-5
I. Title.
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Dedicated to the memory of the California Golden Seals.
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
1. Ladies and Gentlemen, Joe Dick
2. First Rehearsal
3. For Immediate Release
4. By Joe’s Calculations
5. Il Presidente at the Wheel
6. Set List by Committee
7. Bucky Got Drunk, Told Stories
8. A New Tune to Practice
9. Something’s Gonna Die Tonight
10. Ladies and Gentlemen, Joe . . .
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
My top 100-plus list includes: Ingrid Percy (for her love), my family (for theirs), Brian Lam (for his editorial input), Wendy Atkinson (for her promotional efforts), and Patty Osborne (for her professionalism).
The musicians: the Animal Slaves, the Battered Wives, Art Bergmann (mortgage-payment bar bill), Billy Bragg (ditch the band), Meryn Cadell (return my calls), Johnny Cash, the Clash, Phil Comparelli (helped me eat a handful of dirt once), Stompin’ Tom Connors (outdrinks everyone), Country Dick (drank our rider), Country Joe, cub, Devo, the Dils (and what came next), DOA (that was now, this is then), Elvises, David Gogo (Fender Mustang, heavy gauge), Gun Club, the Guthries, Gerry Hannah (eats at the Frontier), Hard Rock Miners, Joe Hill, Chris Hillman, Jr. Gone Wild (featuring ‘Mom’ Simmons), Hudie Led-better (will tune your 12-string while you sleep), Lost Dakotas, Luther Victim (try their “Cavernous Roll”), Ewan MacCall, Malcolm’s Interview, Meat Puppets, the Modernettes, the New York Dolls (why Buster, David?), the Nips (get back, Shane!), Herald Nex, Phil Ochs, Gram Parsons, the Picketts, Pointed Sticks, the Ramones (fuck the guitar solos), Jimmy Rankin (thanks for the cigarette), Jean Redpath, Rheostatics (too good for their own good), Keith Richards (share your millions), Jeannie C. Riley (country music P.T.A.), Roots Round Up (for getting Ford on waivers), Kevin ‘Lemon Loaf ’ Rose, the Saving Grace, the Seegers, Show Business Giants (’cause I was paid to say it), Slow (the Hamm years), the Smigglers (the Roman Candles of Canadian pop), the Smiths, SNFU, the Sons of Rhythm Orchestra (and Jerry Jerry), Subhumans (always already), Teenage Head, the Undertones (right, Ike?), the Velvet Underground, Violent Femmes, Rufus Wainwright, John Williams (not that John Williams), Lucinda Wiliams, Robert Wiseman, X (the Knitters, too), and Neil Young (please make more inaccessible music).
The clubs: the Albion, Amigos, the Arlington, the Bronx, Call the Office, the Cameron, the Club, the Commodore, Crocks ’n’ Rolls, the Diamond, the Flamingo, the F.O.E., Le Foufoun Electrique, the Horseshoe, John Barley’s, Luv-a-fair, the New York Theatre, the Oddfellows Hall, the O-Zone, the Power Plant, the Railway Club, the Spectrum, the Town Pump, Le Tycoon, Ultrasound, teh Venue, the Westward, Wilders, Zaphod, and all the oogans who ever pogoed, stage-dove, and/or drank a beer full of cigarette butts.
Those behind the scenes: Audio Plus, Cattle Prod, CBC, CFRO, Bruce Charlap, CITR, Lincoln Clarkes, Miles Constable, Chris Cran, Gary Cristall, Chris Crud, Greg Curtis, Christ Dafoe, Sherri Decembrini, Discorder, the Einstein Bros., Richard Flohill, Gangland, Ted Herman, Elliot L., Bud Luxford, Grant McDonough, Laurie Mercer, MoDaMu, the North Bay Steves, Jay O’Keefe, Quintessence Records, Greg Reely, Tony Ricci, John Ruskin, Cherie Sinclair, Kevin Statham, Jeff Stillie, Jerry Stoll, and Teamworks.
The structure I hate also hates me, but it makes me, and that’s where the problem starts
—Jeff Derksen, Dwell
“I have got to get this skiff. I’m getting on in years.”
Miranda said without challenge, “I wish I could understand.”
“It’s the only thing I can do half right. It’s as simple as that.”
—Thomas McGuane, Ninety-Two in the Shade
ONE
Ladies and Gentlemen . . .
Joe Dick
March 11
Mr. Joe Dick,
My name is Laura Cromartie and I am writing to you for two reasons: 1) because you don’t have a telephone; and 2) because I am wondering whether your band, Hard Core Logo, would consider doing a reunion show in order to raise money for the Green World Coalition.
The G.W.C. was formed two months ago with the intent of furthering global awareness through aggressive recycling campaigns. The benefit in question will be held on April 30 at the Arlington Cabaret and your band will be paid the sum of $800. Production is included.
If you would like more information on the G.W.C. or the benefit show, please don’t hesitate to contact me. We don’t have much time and there is still a considerable amount of work to be done. I was a big H.C.L. fan at university, and I would be really excited if you could help us out.
Sincerely,
Laura Cromartie
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN . . .
JOE DICK
My name is Joe Dick.
I formed the seminal punk band
Hard Core Logo
back in 1977.
I was eighteen years old.
It was my ninth band.
I am now thirty-two.
The band is defunct.
It was a friendly ending,
but we played up the dissent thing
’cause that’s what people wanted.
We were the populist band.
We manufactured our ending
to fit the mold.
That was the most commercial thing
we ever did, breaking up.
BILLY TALLENT, JOE’S OLDEST FRIEND
Billy Tallent is my oldest friend.
He is by no means my best friend.
We met in kindergarten,
and right from the start
we got in a fight:
he cut my lip
with a conductor’s baton.
We were the only two in high school
who knew how to play guitar.
We’d just turned thirteen
when we formed our first band,
Peckerhead.
It lasted five minutes.
We’ve never played music
without one another.
JOE PHONES BILLY
You’ve reached 227- 4040. I’ve gone down to the dump to shoot rats, but I’ll be back around five. Leave a message after the cool lick:
Yah, Billy, J.D. here. Listen, I’m wonderin’ whether you’re
interested in getting Hard Core Logo together for a jam. There’s this benefit thing comin’ up and we could probably make a couple of hundred bucks apiece.
BILLY GETS THE MESSAGE
What have I done since the band’s broken up? Gotten depressed?
Sure. Do I drink more? Yep. Am I happier? Not as happy as I thought I’d be.
What am I doing about it? Making demos of guitar feedback.
Going to Seattle to audition for bands. Looking for a woman who’ll understand me.
What can I do about it? Join a cover band and get off welfare? Take a trip to the detox centre? Let Joe Dick blame me for ruining his life?
JOE’S OLD WOUNDS
I have ninety percent hearing
in my right ear,
ten percent in my left.
I have two vocal nodes
that are inoperable.
People are always telling me
that I’m too loud, that I shout.
Half the time I can’t even hear
what the hell I’m saying.
It’s a conundrum, really.
The more your hearing goes,
the louder you become.
And the louder you become,
the more strain you put
on the vocal.
If the strain goes untrained
you get nodes on your throat.
Overgrown nodes cause complete
loss of voice.
BILLY PHONES JOHN OXENBURGER
Hi. I can’t come to the phone right now. If you leave a message, I’ll call you back as soon as possible.
Hey John-O! Billy here. Long time no talk to. Yah. Did you get a call from Joe about some benefit thing? Hmmmm. I don’t know, man. Call me back, will ya? I’m still living at the same number.
JOHN GETS THE MESSAGE
The last time we broke up I felt this huge sense of relief. We had accomplished everything we possibly could; and anything else would have been, like, diminishing returns. But this feeling of relief wasn’t a sustained one.
Three months after the breakup, which was the longest we’d gone without reuniting, I began going through withdrawal. My job at Canfisco was like a ball and chain. My girlfriend left me ’cause I didn’t care. And, for a week or two, I’d even considered suicide.
I guess it was the way we ended it. After our last show in Toronto our road manager called us into his hotel room, one at a time, gave us our money, then split. Nobody was speaking to anyone anymore, even though we all flew back to Vancouver on the same flight. It just didn’t end right.
PIPEFITTER PHONES BILLY
You’ve reached 227-4040. I’ve gone down to the dump to shoot rats, but I’ll be back around five. Leave a message after the cool lick:
Dumb message, Billy. Yah, I was talkin’ to John about this benefit thing and the next thing I know I’m walking down Main and I see this poster for the gig already: Hard Core Logo at the Arlington. What the fuck’s goin’ on? I thought we buried this band two years ago?
PIPEFITTER GETS THE MESSAGE
I need money. My clutch is broken. My only means of income is hauling away other people’s garbage; and if my truck isn’t working, I’m not making any money. So I need money.
In the twelve years we were together we made okay money. I never really had to work during those years, even though I knew I’d have to get into something when it all ended. When it did end we each got a big chunk of dough from the farewell tours. That’s when I got the notion to buy a truck.
Things have been pretty slow lately. Partly the economy, partly my own laziness. It used to be fun chucking old chairs and tree branches into the truck all day, then driving off to the dump. But I’m not as energetic as I used to be, so I’m not taking as many jobs. I guess I should be, though. I need the money.
BILLY GOES OVER TO JOE’S PLACE
So I talked to the band.
Let’s fuckin’ do it!
TWO
First Rehearsal
FIRST REHEARSAL
If we do this
it’s gonna have to be different—
no Marshalls, no bass cabs, nothing loud.
I wanna do this completely acoustic.
Pipe can play snare. John, the stand-up.
I mean it, Billy.
All those years cranked at ten,
I can’t even hear the doorbell anymore.
OXENBURGER’S BASS
I’ve got this busted stand-up.
Paid fifty bucks for it.
Never played one before.
So what I’m going to do
is colour code the fret board
like The Clash did for Simonon.
Went looking for strings last week.
A brand new set’ll cost me
twice what I paid for the bass.
I’ll also need a pick-up.
That’s another two-fifty.
The woman I bought it from
got it from her husband.
He was a bassist for the TSO.
Played there twelve years,
then ran off with a cellist.
LOW VOLUME BILLY
This is stupid. Acoustic guitars, a stand-up bass, Pipe just playing a snare drum. Everything about this band had to do with being loud. You take away the volume, you have nothing.
JOE CALLS OUT THE SONGS
Let’s start with “The Bootlegger Song.”
Instead of the feedback intro
maybe Pipe you’ll do one of those
rut tut-tut tut-ta things.
Rut tut-tut tut-ta . . .
THE BOOTLEGGER SONG
(FOUR O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING)
He’s a crazy man with no front teeth
Lives in the basement down the street
He’s got yer beer and a bottle of Screech
At four o’clock in the morning
You can see him out in the afternoon
Having breakfast at a greasy spoon
He doesn’t say one word to you
’til four o’clock in the morning
It’s time to go to the ol’ bootlegger
I’m getting drunk and I want to go later
Fifty bucks and I’ll owe you a favour
If you get me a bottle from the ol’ bootlegger
A bottle of Screech from the ol’ bootlegger
He’s got to be at least sixty-five
He’s been selling booze since ’49
He goes by the name of Mud-In-Your-Eye
At four o’clock in the morning
His room is full of pregnant cats,
Dried up food, and kerosene lamps
The smell will knock you on your ass
At four o’clock in the morning
He’ll offer you a plug of chew
Then chase a cat from a tin spitoon
He’ll try and tell you what’s good for you
At four o’clock in the morning
But just one thing now before you go
He’s got a .38 pistol that he wears down low
If you rip him off he’ll let you know
At four o’clock in the morning
JOHN GOES, YAH!
This is essential Hard Core Logo! I love it! You can finally hear the words! People are finally gonna know what this band is all about! I’m getting a really good feeling about this. Now if we can just learn the songs again.
A NEW TUNE FROM JOE
I’ve got this new tune.
It’s about Robert Satiacum.
I noticed he died the other day
at the cop shop on Powell,
just down the street.
The papers made a big deal
out of his last charge.
Child molestation.
But he was responsible
for a lot of good things, too.
A-one-two-three-four . . .
LET’S BREAK ROBERT OUT OF JAIL
He’s been victimized all his life
Trying to serve his nation
&nbs
p; The F.B.I. called him a crook
While Nixon planned a break-in
Let’s break Robert out of jail
Let’s break Robert out of jail
Now’s the time to tell the tale
Let’s break Robert out of jail
He paid no tax on his cigarettes
’cause tobacco was related
To the labour of the indigene
That the Old World had invaded
We granted him an amnesty
And our country proved safe haven
There was no way to extradite
The native of all natives
But soon enough a case was made
That he was a child molester
And when he answered to his charge
We let him die in a remand centre
PIPE DOESN’T GET IT
What the hell was that all about? Who’s gonna give a shit about an Indian dying in some lock-up? I hope Joe doesn’t have anymore new songs.
FOLK SONGS WE CAN COVER
The Preacher and the Slave
Give Me That Old Time Religion
Union Maid
Sail Away, Ladies
The Death of Mother Jones
Black is the Colour of My True Love’s Hair
The Man That Waters the Worker’s Beer
Four Nights Drunk
John Henry
I’ve Been Working on the Railroad
Die Gedanker Sing Frei
The Great Speckled Bird
Hold the Fort
House of the Rising Sun
MORE HARD CORE LOGO SONGS
WE CAN DO
Rock ’n’ Roll is Fat and Ugly
Who the Hell Do You Think You Are?
Something’s Gonna Die Tonight
The Big Bush Party After School
Edmonton Block-Heater