by Ben Freeland

An Historical Overview

for the Cascadians

 

Amon Tobin. Aphex Twin. Autechre. Aw-Tecker. Oh-TECH-ray. Aww … fuck it, just put some trippy shit on and pass the bong. #drumnbass #musicalhoots

Beer. My forearms always smelt like it. Also my four arms — especially at the tail end of long floozy-boozy-schmoozy nights at the Cambie. #onemorepitcher #divebar #beercoma #thisonetimeineasthastings #fourarmsoneliver

Concrete Clown — why DO they call him that? Don’t know if we’ll ever know now. #somethingsgoingon #thatcrazyshaun #spidrax

Darth’s wife Ella scatted her way over to the dark side of jazz — zoopedidoo-bop-bop-ba-doobie-doo-wow, apology accepted Captain Needa, Count Basie, et cetera! #punditry

Eugène Ionesco m’a rendu compte que la vie n’est qu’une farce que dieu joue sur l’homme. Et que répondre, même quand on voit des cadavres? Par le rire, évidemment. #lacantatricechauve #théâtredelabsurde #séjouràparis #lahuchette #festupic

Ffishf chchipsch — you fall, bang your head, and lo and behold words look funny. And sound even funnier. #shitstonerssay #obscurereferences #itseemedfunnyatthetime

God. Some of us believed in him. Others harboured doubts. We tried talking to him. He never talked back. Jerk. #bornagainatheist #butjesus #hesaidjehovah

How can everything be so … it’s just so … you know … wow! Deep sunless sea slowing down time with all kinds of objects in the mirror culminating in 4:00 am walks of nothingness. Yeah. #skycriesmary #thistimelessturning #theromerosarethelovesofmylife

I don’t think I’ve seen you before! (Actually there was no “you” to be seen in the first place.) I also look like more hoodlums than you, because my soul is divisible AND disobedient. #stonerzen #koan #unintentionalbrilliance

Jazz. JYAAAAZZZZZZZZ!!! Great idea in theory until it became that thing that irritating white boys from Oak Bay and Stelly’s did. You know, the ones who were too skinny for rugby, too distracted for Debussy, and too self-absorbed for sex. Wonder how they’re all doing now. #jazzsturbation #pretentioustwatsinberets

Karmacoma — Jamaican aroma, spliff make daddy go sleep a trip dream, but not before a massive samosa snack attack. #triphop #coolshitfromengland #spicyfood #marijuana

Land’s End Road was every journey’s beginning and every starblind walk’s terminus. #northsaanich #sidney #stonehousepub #home

Market Spice, the official tea of grunge rock, substitute for incense for when all the Pandora Street boutiques were closed or when we were too high to move. #seattle #spicytea #cupsfullamystery #pikemarket

Nanaimo  — a town perfectly named after the perfect stoner snack. There were also seven potatoes. #munchies #vanisle #slackerdom #roadtrips

Open-mindedness  — it was the nineties and everyone was doing it. Or so I thought. Turns out I was just bisexual and had assumed the rest of the world was so inclined. It wasn’t. Who knew? #allhornedupandnowheretogo #bicuriosity #bidar #gayerthanthou

Psilocybin makes for psilly psummer afternoons amid the pcedars and the concrete pseagulls — PSQUEEE!!! Turns out your body is more amusement park than temple. #drugabuse #minorvandalism #shrooms

Qualicum: a great place for sex on the beach. Windy but reasonably discrete after dark. #gradschool #onenightstands #reasonstogotonanaimo

Royboy the Regal and Ravenbert the Ridiculous fistfought in spinning man’s purgatory and on Bear Hill after dark. They both wore a blue leather jacket that I somehow still have in my possession. It fits better now. #emo #moreemothanthough #seriouslyemo #tallskinnyartyguy

Slowdive, Souvlaki Space Station, PO Box 420, The Universe — Just catch the breeze, kid — you know you’ve had your fun. #shoegaze #stonerrock #iheartrachelgoswell

Tea always tasted better straight out of those little Murchie’s boxes on concrete floors where we used to drop our lighters savour in the plastic reverb. Ooh yeah! #victoria #governmentstreet #dropyourlighter #easilyamused

Under the Johnson Street Bridge with Seany and searchlights is probably the least interesting view of Victoria Harbour. The night sky never looked worse than with concrete blocks in front of my face. #urbanadventures #recklessteenagebehaviour #WTF #yousaidjohnson

Victorialand, whales’ tails, and the missing Cocteau Triplet — sometimes heaven and Las Vegas are the same place, equally mesmerizing, equally indecipherable. #placesthatarealsosongs #cocteautwins #eightiesmusic

Wreck: an even better place for sex on the beach because you’re already naked and trying to blend in with a butoh troupe. Because you can. #nudism #clothingoptional #stjohnscollege #nakedsummerfun #placestohavesexoncampus

Xłp̓x̣ʷłtłpłłskʷc̓: “he had had [in his possession] a bunchberry plant” in the Nuxalk language of the Bella Coola Valley. Thirteen obstruent consonants in a row with no vowels. Salishan languages are awesome! #coastsalish #linguistics #vowelmovements #jokesplayedonwhitepeople

YYJ, YVR, YEG, YOW, YYZ, YUL, YHZ, Y the fuck not ditch the Y’s for a world of wherefores before Harpo hops in and things get all un-fun? NRT, BKK, BOM, LSD, Y2K, WTF, LTE, and QED still awaited. QED still does. #lifegoals #fulfillment #wistfulnostalgia #purposedrivenstrife

Zoom out and see the big picture, see how it all connected, weave it into words. Zoom in to see what of it all still there. Always more than you think. You can never go home. But you can always Nepal Black Hindu Kush and cheap incense it up on concrete floors and drop your lighter until you feel … lighter. #nostalgicpoetry #thanks4thememories


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