The punk legend writes in from his - shockingly - first ever tour!

READ PART ONE HERE

November 2nd —
Heirloom Arts Theatre - Danbury, CT
… H.A.T — an appropriate acronym for this beautiful venue which is on the site of an original Vaudeville Theatre that opened in the 1870s. Situated in Danbury, which was the hat capital of the world until the 1960s, this historic space evokes memories and spirits of the myriad entertainers passing through the wild west to delight the new settlers and travelers. What once was the actual stage of the old theatre is now the whole club, in this bravely remodeled space. A work in progress, it has recently been bought by Jay LaPierre, a youthful patron/pilgrim-of-the-arts. It was a Sunday night when we played here, an appropriate time for spiritual uplifting and communing with like-minded souls no matter how many or few. Jesus said, “where two or more are gathered together in my name, there is the spirit of my church.” They were all there on Sunday. I felt the love in each and every heart as my merry band of warriors, The Homosexuals, rampaged their way through the uncharted waters of the greatest hits catalog; a musical, mystical cavalcade of elevated harmony, melody and rhythm that somehow manages both brain- and barn-storm its way through my secret garden without trampling on one exotic orchid/lotus blossom/petunia. Danbury, I take my hat off to you and leave it in your safe keeping until such time as when we return to raise the cone even further, take another step on the stairway to heaven.

Back in NY after the show, we bade farewell to AJ and Boshra who, whilst ostensibly deputizing for Mike Dos Santos for the first two nights of the tour, proved themselves to be not only able renderers of our ubiquitous bass lines but also mighty additions in the realm of hard-ass rock and roll. Get-down. Gritty. “Put your tongue back your mouth when you’re astonished, young man.” Offerings.

November 3rd.
AS220 - Providence, RI
Next stop. Here’s the first gig reunited with proper bassist Mike Dos Santos. We pull into Providence, RI to play AS220. None of us were familiar with this venue but we were pleasantly surprised to find it is a collecting/communing point of many artists of multi-genre expression /// age irrelevant, yet significant in its temporal span. It warms my heart to see 12 year old children dancing in the hearts of 55 year old record collectors, musical anorak / anarchists. The work of local artists, presumably, adorning the walls, becoming the victim of my camera lens and digital disc memory, to be called upon at a future date in a verbose dance of literary revelation —- A trio of glam-art-punks, one of whom divested himself of clothes to reveal I know not want behind the glitter. Was it his magic wand that transported me into his worl of post-punk thrashy expression or am I just extraordinarily appreciative of the arts? (Arse longa, vita brevis — Art long, life short). At one point early in the evening a young lady performing under the name of ____ offered a dead bird sandwich for the delectation of her unsuspecting lascivious lustful admirers, a fitting mirror to their one-way vision of her earthly female charms while she endeavored to exhibit her artistic tendencies.

A wonderfully engaging conversation was had with one John Thomas, a local writer who informed me that I was in the heart of HP Lovecraft country. I was equally engaged with John’s Larry David look-alike persona as his actual character which was no less engaging being as how he had just had his first horror novel published. Imagine the real-life horror of going to sleep as John Thomas and waking up as Larry David, or vive-versa. Picture the scenario! Waking up in the morning, suffering from writer’s cramp, John forcing himself to sit at the typewriter, staring at the blank page. The doorbell rings. “Your car is waiting for you, sir.” John, having booked a cabto take him to a far off library to research into his specialist subject finds himself whisked away in a long black limousine and being transported to television studios to record the latest of Curb Your Enthusiasm. As it dawns upon John that he’s been mistaken for one of his favorite characters, immediately a war ensues between the left side of his brain and the right side. Logically he says to himself, “I can’t get away with this.” Romantically and intuitively he says to himself, “fucking brilliant!” I will leave the rest to your own vivid imaginations to create the numerous scenarios that might ensue especially if the roles were reversed and Larry David woke up one morning in the body of John Thomas, forever condemned to a life time of saying “don’t you know who I am?” to be met with “no?” or “yes, you’re John Thomas.” this creates the scenario where the only way that Larry can re-enter the world of celebrity is to write a blockbuster horror story under the name of John Thomas where the central character is an extremely piopuar and instantly recognizable celebrity called Larry David who has a string of hit sitcom shows to his name where the line between who he is as writer and creator and the created is slo thinly veiled as to be impossible to keep a focus on. whilst listening and watching. Seeing that Seinfeld is one of my all time favorite rock stars, I must retrieve myself from this muse before I am inextricably embedded in the depths of the diamond mines in my own imagination. I have my own tour to do.

So thank you Palm Beach, or Providence, yes, Providence. How Provident that I was able to bid Providence farewell, a temporary adieu, and wonder at the magnificence of … what you want more?

Restored to what I assumed what was going to be normal service we ventured to the home of Will Jackson, no relation to president Andrew Jackson. Will, whom the word affable was invented for, is a 55 year old self-confessed musical nerd/collector/spinning top on the spinning jenny musical loop. Will also had copies the very first releases by the Homosexuals circa 1980/81, making one of the earliest KEEPERS OF THE TRUE FAITH in the world of the Homosexuals’ mystery, intrigue, legend, disinformation and downright self-serving lies. The local penitentiary which houses miscreants, and ne’er do wells from the “dregs” of society, serving from between 8 to 50 years is also privvy to the esoteric delights of Will’s private record collection, in that he’s employed in his day job as an educator there. I proffered the view that if he even hinted at the untold pleasure he garnered from leaving the prison each day and going home to listen to his music, then he would more than likely, find himself torn from limb to limb by these in-cum-bents of the aforementioned hostelry. Will smiled and gently concurred. Will displayed a gentle gratitude at being able to earn a substantial wage whilst risking his life every day, coupled with a disarming generosity of spirit exemplified by his polite ignoring of me calling him Phil all night.

MEDIA—
YOUTUBE CLIP
Bruno Wizard performs new song “Serious Business” in the van for his band. : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uQyAvGoapI