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the PuNk LeGeNds…sf oct/nov.2007

Posted on Monday, February 9, 2009 in PUNK LEGENDS- MABUHAY GARDENS 1977-2007

x15this is an excerpt from THE REZABEK LOG from back in october 2007…I had hastily signedrods with a new record company MABUHAY RECORDS..and we put  a very raw punked out version of THEATRE OF SHEEP back together to go down and play 3 dates in the Bay area…after the trip,..the deal fizzled..and as quickly as I had signed with Mabuhay we were off Mabuhay but we did have this trip which was one of those magical convergences of old friends and became a pivotal life changing event….INSANE JANE,MISS KITTY,BUD,JIMI,SVETLANA,DEBISOU and I bonded to forever become “the third Tier inner circle of the loyal benevolent order of PsYcHoBiTcHeS and PuNk LeGeNds”….we had a blast on the “tour” and have become even closer friends since…That trip (thank you ted) became one of the high points of my life and cherished memories I will carry to my grave…The concerts were set to coincide with PUNK ROCKS 30th anniverary…Ironically..it had been 30 years since I had seen Debisou, when we lived in the NEGATIVE TREND apt.on PINE ST in 1977..the first show was awesome but few people there, the second show was terrible..and the third show I was an honored surprise guest on the GENOCIDE benefit.. and I absolutely KILLED to a packed house….while half my band was drunk on a plane getting diverted to seattle….I’ll explain how that worked later LOLrozzjimibud

414 the MIGHTY PUNK LEGENDS arrive..

rozz/debisou

rozz/debisou

we picked up KGO newstalk radio (a 50,000 watt station out of SF)as we came out of the siskyous into redding..the pimp van ran charmingly and the ride was uneventful..I took over driving for the last bit..the hard part..rush hour traffic on halloween morning in the bay area…

surprisingly , it wasnt half as bad as usual..it just grows in intensity from the 505 cut-off to Vaca Valley parkway into vallejo, to west 80..down to the MacArthur maze where it balloons out to 16 lanes then 24 toll booths then 16 lanes,then 10, finally to 6 lanes over the bay bridge into the city..it went very smooth and the toll booths were all empty…yay..we saved 4 dollars before we even got off the road..

x17we listened intently to all the latest on the 5 point something Earthquake that had rumbled thru the previous night..KGO is this huge all news AM station that I have listened to even as a small kid up in Roseburg Oregon in the 60′s..late at night when it was clear we could pick up the progressive talk station on our transistor radios..this was also the station I would leave blaring on the radio at FULTON street (as a burglar deterent)during the 80′s when I was off in portland,new york,..or on tour…I was surprised at how many of the on air personalities were the same..

arghhhhhh

arghhhhhh

anyhuzen the earth shuddered at the thought of the mighty punk legends arrival..the hotel was right in chinatown on broadway across cattycorner from the CONDOR,THE HUNGRY I, BIG AL’S and our balcony hung right out over the street…coolio..it was like some blast from the past a fifties neon sign cinderblock monstosity which would be more at home on the outskirts of Vegas..

WILLIAM BURROUGHS had stayed there at the ROYAL PACIFIC MOTOR INN..probably lots of celebrities stayed there..or died there..or were murdered there…it was perfect..and it was..a dumpy place where the ice machine dont work quite right ..but they stay out of your face and you can be loud and wild and have funny smells drifting out of your room and no one says boo..there was parking too,right in the city..amazing…

rr/jane

rr/jane

Bud and I got in unexpectedly early but they had our suite ready..205…home base..ground zero for what was to be a magical four day whirlwind of good food,good friends(new and old)good music and …”good times”.. as the psycho cab driver would say as he weaved thru traffic at insane speeds on the last day of the journey…

adssvetI went out for a bottle and walked by the old MABUHAY..talked to svetlana on the cell phone  while walking down Columbus in lttle Italy (whos travelling companion was waffling on making the roadie)..”cmon down whenever..just come” I exhorted her.we were recently reconnected friends from the late 70′s..and she did..arriving mid day the next day…I got back to the room where BUD had set up camp and was enjoying the street scene and a cigarette on the spacious balcony..I mixed a vuudka soda..it was 11 am..ah..the rockstar way-o-life

a crazy knocking on the door..I opened it to find DEBISOU..behind a rozz mask..she had pulled the dweeby pic of me with the bow-tie from my myspace site..blown it up,printed and laminated it and cut little eye holes…there she was..30 years later even lovier and bubblier and funnier than ever…we laughed and hugged and kissed and began an all encompassing conversation that would run a full 96 hours..with only a few breaks for sleep..just like the old days

the stories spanned decades of seperation and yet it was like no time had passed..it was a beaming and beautiful punk4reunion spanning every subject past an present..Bud was instantly charmed by the magical,mystical Debisou..and so was I..again..just as I had been as a young teenager…she is one of those people with an energy..a healing beautiful energy..a creative outside the box mentality..and though were all in our 40s now she was vivacious and fashionable as she had always been…

it was on..the food..the fun…jimi arrived by plane and joined our crew…insane jane left a rodskittysvetnote and a glow in the dark plastic maggot in a drug bag on the door..the royal pacific was becoming party central…a large bottle of stoly replaced my tiny bottle of Taaka Vuudka and drinks were mixed,stories were told, and the boisterous street scene bustling below the balcony added a fitting backdrop to the “Whatever happened to…” conversations punctuated with raucous laughter and pure joy…I felt young and vibrant again..

Debisou was ten feet away in 208, insane jane and miss kitty moved to 202, svetlana up in 306 and Koster would check in somewhere on the 5th floor and begin his reign of terror soon enough…everytime I ventured out for ice or between rooms I would break into my happy marching song,..one I had learned (with different words of course) as a boyscout hiking up switchbacks on mount hood…a-rp1

“WE ARE THE LEGENDS,MIGHTY PUNK LEGENDS,..EVERYWHERE WE GO-OH..PEOPLE WANNA KNOW-OH..WHO WE ARE..SO WE TELL ‘EM..WE ARE THE LEGENDS, THE MIGHTY PUNK LEGENDS..SOUND OFF ONE TWO..SOUND OFF THREE FOUR..WANNA START A SOCIAL WAR COZ..we are Legends, mighty punk legends,..everywhere we go-oh people wanna know-oh..”

it became the rallying call of the entire weekend..everyone began addressing each other as “punk legend” and exhorting “you ARE a PuNk LeGeNd!” in reference to any accomplishment ..such as half blind Svetlana driving into town alone during rush hour…everyone took a leap of faith to make the fateful trip to san francisco..Debisou having travelled ALONE from amsterdam..she IS a PuNk LeGeNd!!!!!

xm1dsjimiroz

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