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The item below is a setlist. From the Corrupters 1982 tour of parts of the western United States. NO, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle, etc. were not included destinations. However — Breckenridge, Estes Park, Alamosa, Laramie, Casper, Someplace-in-Nebraska that beings with an L (maybe named after a president) and has lot of of corn-fed college students around, and oh, yeah Denver and Boulder were among the debark-setup(ok we didn’t set up, our roadies Sam and Scotty did)-teardown-and-back-on-the-road destinations.

In addition to Laramie and Casper, we visited several other burgs further-up north where — how do they say it? “Where men are men and sheep are nervous!” But I digress. The image below refers specifically to three tour stops: Estes Park Colorado, Rifle Colorado, and Vernal Utah. Please note that the motel logo on the setlist is from where we STAYED, not where we PLAYED. The thing was basically set up for a year on the road, both one-nighters and week-long gigs. Estes Park and Vernal were each a week long, and Rifle was a one-night-stand. Estes Park was a week in Heaven – Vernal, a week someplace else… (sorry Utahans). Oh yeah, I think I already mentioned it, but in comparison Rifle was your typical middle-of-the-road one-night stand. Not Coyote ugly but not “let’s hop on a plane to Vegas and get married” either.

Vernal was the third leg of that particular trip. First stop was Estes Park – setup July 12, 1982 hit the road July 18. But there was a glitch.

I should tell you that for a while we’d been planning a new setlist that put a couple of our most tunes at the stroke of midnight. Living Disaster by Gary Myrick and the Figures, and Sympathy for the Devil by Messrs Jagger and Richard. Living Disaster and Sympathy back to back – what could be wrong with that? So, Wednesday night July 14, at the stroke of midnight we hit it. Got to the end of Disaster and nothing terrible had happened. Killed the night and went about musician stuff – getting into the rack about 4:00 – finally asleep about 5. Six AM. POUND, POUND, POUND on the door “Get out the dam broke! You have about ten minutes to get out of town.”  — I’ll leave the details for another story…

We hung around Estes for an extra few days (only because we couldn’t get out of town) and helped with the cleanup. We were able to leave just in time to make it to a recording session at Caribou Ranch (woot! Yet another story.)  Then the one-nighter in Rifle. Yes, Rifle Colorado. What better place for the Disaster/Sympathy set list?  The next day we were delayed in getting out of town because heavy rains had caused a mudslide on the highway. That’s TWO!

As we pulled into the venue in Vernal, a nice little Utah bar, and no that’s not an oxymoron. Across the road was a dam. A huge one. HUGE. It was getting dark so we couldn’t really see it, but from the sounds of the water it was a very big lake, BIG. While Sam and Scotty were setting up the gear we took a look at the setlists – outside on the porchy-thing where could hear the pounding waves. One of us, don’t remember who, picked up the Disaster/Sympathy setlist, wadded it up, and tossed it in the trash. The list below is what replaced it. No Disasters or Devils anywhere. When we finished playing about 2:00 AM, we got a non-refusable invitation for some skinny dipping in the lake across the highway.

No dam, just a lake. But I swear there are times when I can see the tall mass of concrete in my dreams — cracking.

modified Vernal Utah setlist 1982

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Well, there is a reason for it, actually two reasons. I added two more guys, two very special guys.

twelve drummers drumming

Top row: Bob1, Buddy2, Charlie, Gene2, Jimmy2,3

Second row: Keith2, Larry, Levon, Max, Mitch2

Bottom row: Peter, Phil, Ringo, Stewart

Bonus points if you can come up with ALL the last names. (Sorry, I cheated a little and intentionally blurred the photos a little.)


1Drummer-Boomersaurus 2006-2007 – now drumming with Hindsight, Boulder, Colorado
2Now drumming with Elvis – Pound on in peace, boys!
3Drummer – Mary Jane Bann’d 1968-1972, Corrupters 1981 tour, Boomersaurus 2005-2006, RIP cuz, tell Elvis “hi” for me.
*I wanted to create drawings of these gentlemen, but I ran up against a deadline so I did my best to find photos in the public domain, or available as fair use. If you hold the copyright to one of the above photos and do not want it include in this collage, let me know and I will black it out.

Public Domain images from WikiPaintings(an amazing new site in Beta), except as noted1 from top left:

  1. Corner of a Cafe Concert 1880 – Vincent Van Gogh
  2. Head of a Peasant with a Pipe 1885 – Van Gogh
  3. Head of Man 1886 – Van Gogh
  4. Self Portrait with Straw Hat and Pipe 1887 – Van Gogh
  5. Head of a Fisherman with a Sou’Wester 1883 – Van Gogh
  6. Man with Pipe and Eye Bandage 1882 – Van Gogh
  7. A Good Glass of Beer 1873 – Van Gogh
  8. Richard Meinertzhagen – Public Domain photograph – (from WikiMedia Commons1)
  9. Man Smoking a Pipe – James, McNeil Whistler c. 1859
  10. Fisherman with a Sou’Wester Pipe and Coal Pan 1883
  11. A Guard Room Interior with a Soldier Blowing Smoke in the Face of His Sleeping Companion – Gerard Terborch

1Caption of the same image in Garfield, Brian (2007) The Meinertzhagen Mystery, reads: “Richard Meinertzhagen in the Highlands, 1922″(from Wikipedia)

Good friend Mark Stevens (Antler Dust, Buried by the Roan) had a great post on Colorado Authors League about the benefits of writing by hand [translation: with paper or a similar material and a pen, #2 Ticonderoga pencil, Sharpie, etc. — GEEK ALERT: NO, repeat NO, electronics are involved.]

I’ve tried it. I really enjoyed Anne Randolph‘s Naked Writing workshop (not for the reason’s you might think) because it was all done by hand [translation: MY version of “by hand” is with an iPad notes app and the tip of my finger.] It’s an amazing way to … wait for it … get in touch with the words flowing from your brain.

Before we go further I need to interject that as a boy I wanted to become a doctor… Was it for the love of my fellow man? No. Was it for the prestige of being a physician? No. Was if for … the money. Heaven’s NO.

It was because every doctor I had ever known had HANDWRITING JUST LIKE MINE!

One of the most amazing organizations on the planet is TED. Where else can you gather the brightest people on the planet? — With a time limit.

Sometimes, looking at these I believe that 18 minutes (NOT the amount of stuff missing from the Nixon tapes*) will someday save the world.

Me, I can’t think without doodling on paper or iPad. (Of course, there are those who would say I don’t think anyway.)

*[ed note: of course this talk is only six minutes, as are most of the talks on, but the time limit for the TED conference speakers is 18 minutes. I wonder if they were thinking of the “missing minutes” when they came up with that time limit…]