Culture cu.
The Kokanee Meltdown

@ Whistler Convention
Centre
Saturday, April 18, 1998

Bus Stop

“Dependency is a subtle weakness,
begun in youth,

beguiling in mid-life,

but fond companion in old age.”

Ski and Snowboard Festival, this concert
is sure to be something special.

If your nerves are getting frayed by
finals, a beer sponsored event is the

secret cure for stress. Forget Prozac, just
check out these bands, slug back a few
pints and forget about how you screwed

The Whistler Convention Centre
located in (surprise, surprise) Whistler,
will feature The Headstones and Odds
(co-billed) with the Skydiggers. April
18, 1998 promises to be a day to
remember. As the tail end of the World

Sub

up all your finals.
miracle cure. A wise man once said “A beer
The gritty sound of the Skydiggers,
the quirk-pop groove of the Odds, and
the beer tinged rantings of Hugh Dillon

and the Headstones is well known

nuff said.

among the medical community as the

shoe polish orangutan porcupine orange blossom
bluff tarantula turtle wrangling swineherd beef
bouillon. terrible thing for summer love beach
banana lingo starr drummmmming to the power
of the wires. to the power of the wires... uh,
pean running trembling tempo shifting down
rom third gear and aaa on a beaver squeez-
ing ‘til the nickel shits. buddy can you spare a
tire for a truckstop downtime overrun with lo-
custs at the end of the century for languishing in
the sauna with another when kennedy needs us in
the solarium for interrogating the tarantulas for
the spanish inquisition. four flushing toilets
erupt in a geyser of laughter in a titan’s giggling
babbling brook shields impersonator with an elvis
bonaparte complex of mostly single mothers
mothballed crochet work based on the collected
writings of susan sontag and appended by a five
wheeled harley binder packed with clean crisp
loose-leaf. crisp clean loosely packed cigarettes
full rich aroma of the freshly cooked sunset over
the waves in the bay leaves us all feeling a little
uneasy about the future. you know this happens
to me more often than I would like to admit no
wrong doing in the case of harvey milk the cow
with a pig’s tender snuffling touch accompanied
by a gentleman in dangerous chemical interaction
may combust around open flames licking the raft-
ers while the fiddler burns.

Elijah Bak

 

sponsored events mean cheap beer”...

| stand in the waiting
line waiting.

With all the people

who are waiting.

Nose, lips, face,

all the temperature of outside,
toes degrees colder.
Unison shiver.

But still we wait.

And the ones we wait for,
Our people, are

the ones that own

the little bits of us

we could not master

on our own.

Demons that are best
fought with strength

of numbers. Confidence
in boasting: “l am
waiting for someone.”

| have someone
sometimes.

Afterthought:
| thought that
it was you,
and nearly stepped out,
to greet the stranger
passing, with familiarity
| reserve for my people.

Kimberlee Krausher

@op.douglas.be.ca

 

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April 1998 The Other Press