Vanish Magic Magazine Vanish magazine 38 - Page 110

A double date You and I broke barriers together. Some of the stuff we did on stage has still never been duplicated now twenty years later. We were so far ahead of our time that the audience still has not caught up" 110 VANISH Magazine yours contacted me after your death. You remember her, the one who turned States’ evidence calling herself a victim that me and my wife refuted on impressive big name stationary? Saved your skinny ass so you could go on tour and have Thom and the Greenwoods pay your bill on that drug conviction. (Your exact words were, “my lawyer said that letter turned out to be pivotal for the commutation of my sentence.”) Your great talent to hack was also your undoing when your gift did not elude you, but your common sense did. Never caught? I beg to differ. Wasn’t your fault? C’mmon man, man up...and you did. I’m glad I supported you through the hard times. Your Jon-speak was charming, “I gotta get jammin’ on those fire walls.” Translation: legal defense was serious. When you were left alone in the center of Tokyo and had to find your way back to the outlaying hotel must have been difficult. But you handled the initiation to see if you could indeed play the world with Radiohead. And you did. I am honored you wore the special magic ring I gave you on the ID credentials, that were always around your neck whether you were playing Jerusalem, San Francisco or Singapore. Avant-garde rock’n roll honored the bold step we both took with my art. Thank you for including my atavistic presence. It was felt; I know that part of me went with you on the 2003 Radiohead World Tour. When I bounced on the 20-week contract we had, calling it a day after 10, you picked up my gear in your truck and stored it at HPX HQ. I felt the love of the tribe that I had been accepted with my wacky rock circus in the wilds of Seattle. Those were great days in 1995-1997. I even liked walking eight miles home in the rain in the middle of the night. One friend called me a “burly rock’n roller.” I believed in our work, and had others not dropped the ball, we might have given our competition a run for the money—or maybe not. To us, art was never about the competition that is encouraged today. In a way Jon, you went out with Prince and Bowie; oddly appropriate. Cool disappeared the year before a new show opened in America called Evil Live. Perhaps you, Dimitri, Paul Daniels, Bowie and Prince are all up in Heaven throwing down sonic, graphic wizardry to inspire our tribe? Or, were you just always so far or slightly ahead that you saw disaster coming and you just said, “Ciao to this noise. I’m gonna split” ? Barriers Broken You and I broke barriers together. Some of the stuff we did on stage has still never been duplicated now twenty years later. We were