Recorded at the Parkdale Hotel 10-September-1993 with Sweet Daddy Siki
assisting with the vocals.
(Spoken) Now we're gonna go on with the next one if we can manage it. Four
five one two three...
(various non-lyrical sounds and instrumental breaks)
Let's take a look at the band here...
Right first honking out his own brand of nihilistic surf music,
Mississauga's own Sean Lennon look-alike, the mysterious, the unknown
Comrade X.
We are blessed tonight to be able to witness intercourse between a young
man and his first love. Chris Woodill and his asp tongue on the trumpet.
The demure sky goddess Carlile on the woodwinds.
Vocals by the able throated Danielle Stilwell and Anita Gulati. Check it
out Danny Girl!
And in the back, beating out no shit on the skins, the hottest chicks with
sticks in the entire west end, Peggy Thrasher Baycroft and Pearl
Headbanger Anderson.
And Captain Soul himself, the headliner at the Hotel this month, the big
bad motherfucker Sweet Daddy Siki. Sweet!
Thanks for coming out kids!
--
Thickets, fields,
And all else that is,
Were once the gate of Fuwa --
The autumn wind blows. (Basho)
