Jerk with a bike
To the dickhead cyclist at the corner of Seventh and Quebec last Thursday that doesn’t understand the concept of a stop sign: just because you ride a bike, doesn’t mean you are exempt from the rules of the road.
Just because it requires a modicum of physical effort on your part to stop and then proceed when safe at an intersection doesn’t give you the right to blow through that intersection at full speed.
You might remember me, I’m the car that almost plowed into you when you decided you were too good to follow the traffic laws. I’m the one you flipped off when I beeped my horn as I was turning left and you illegally cut in front of me.
Let’s make something clear: you’re the asshole. You are the one breaking the law and you are the one endangering lives, including your own. Jerks like you give cyclists a bad name. Hell, jerks like you give this whole city a bad name.
So stop being a jerk, you jerk!
–Anonymous
Re: “Mudhoney Mayhem.” Vancouver Shakedown, Nov. 26, 2015
I was at the Mudhoney gig as a young 16-year-old and remember it fondly. I actually had forgotten about the “spit incident” but as soon as I read Grant Lawrence’s article about it, it all came clearly back to me. I also remember Mark Arm [of Mudhoney] changing around the lyrics of “Touch Me I’m Sick” to “I Love Nestle Quick.”
I remember that gig clearly too, because Mudhoney and Beat Happening were some of my favourite bands at the time. I had seen Beat Happening before with Fugazi and Seaweed at some underground venue in Bellingham before but I think that was the first time I saw Mudhoney. I was so happy that Nardwuar put on all ages shows, allowing me to see bands like these and Gas Huffer, Fastbacks, etc, even when I was only 15 at some of these gigs.
Anyway, today I just turned 42 and have a wife and two kids. My jazz collection has overtaken and surpassed my old indie/pop/punk collection – a sure sign of grown-up-ness! So thanks for the little glimpse back at a fun time. Nardwuar, Scratch Records in that little below-ground hole, the Cruel Elephant, Nirvana at the New York theatre, Mecca Normal defying punk conventions. And I can’t forget that summer of 1989 when my parents took the family to Seattle and I walked into Fallout Records and saw that K Records cassette bag hanging on the wall and that brand new copy of Bleach in the racks. I brought that home and a Go Team cassette, and on it went from there!
–Mark Raap
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