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Creepy

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

I'm a drummer, guitar player, writer, and basic working stiff. I volunteer with a medical cannabis club in Toronto, Canada and I've made websites for the Budbabes , the Global Marijuana March of Toronto , and others. I'm pretty active with the Drummers in Exile (www.drummersinexile.com) and you can find me at the Dance Cave every Tuesday night through the winter for the drum jam.
And yes, I'm a terrible MySpacer. Very unreliable sort.
Mea culpa.

My Interests

Music and anything to do with it, DRUMMERS IN EXILE, cannabis legalization, writing, very long walks, cats, dogs, strange corners of the internet, cooking, photography

I'd like to meet:

mr. wiggles.
Poemdog. Go read his blog or his webpage . No, seriously, do it now, before you forget. I'll still be here - hey, I'm a freakin' web page, you think I gotta lotta places to be? Go ..!
And while you're at it, go read Steven 'Jessie' Bernstein's blog as well...he's dead, so he won't know you did it, but man, he was good. Check out "More Noise, Please". Sweet.
oh yeah, read my blog, too...
and hey, go add Tim Gentle because he listened to me and posted a picture so now you can all see how handsome he is and YES he looks just like that in real life...

Music:

Ray Charles, B.B. King, James Brown, Stevie Wonder, Curtis Mayfield, Bootsy Collins, Smoky Robinson, John Lee Hooker, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jimi Hendrix, Kate Bush, Peter Gabriel, Radiohead, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Black Grape, Blind Melon, Guns n Roses, Parliament, Funkadelic, Massive Attack, Phish, King Crimson, Japan, The Clash, The Stranglers, The Pistols ... this is the short list, right?

Movies:

The Commitments, Natural Born Killers, King of Hearts, Luna, The Matrix, Citizen Kane, Apocalypse Now, Alien, Where the Buffalo Roam, 2001, Blade Runner, Blazing Saddles, The Long Good Friday, Reefer Madness.

Television:

none at the moment, but I'm a drooling simpsons/ family guy / king of the hill addict.

Books:

In no particular order: Bill Cameron: Cat's Crossing , Michael Ondaatje: Coming Through Slaughter, In the Skin Of a Lion, William S. Burroughs: Junky, Naked Lunch, Henry Miller: Tropic of Cancer, William Gibson: Neuromancer, Mona Lisa Overdrive, That Guy Whose Name I Can't Recall Right Now: The Monkey Wrench Gang, Chuck Pahlaniuk: Fight Club, Survivor, Jim Dodge: Not Fade Away, Jack Kerouac: On The Road, Dharma Bums, Bukowski!: Post Office, Ham on Rye, any of the poetry, Robertson Davies: The Deptford Trilogy, Tom Robbins: Still Life With Woodpecker, C.S. Lewis: Chronicles of Narnia, The Screwtape Letters, George Orwell: Down And Out In Paris And London, 1984, Animal Farm, The Road to Wiggan Pier (yeah I just like George, ok?), DeQuincey: Confessions of an English Opium Eater, Irvine Welch: The Acid House, Trainspotting, Maribou Stork Nightmares, Seuss, Judy Blume, yadda yadda whatddaya got? I'm always looking for new stuff to read...

Heroes:

Ghandi, Gene Krupa, Charles Bukowski. Hell, just about everybody in the "music" and "books" section ... especially my dad and dr. Seuss. Mostly Seuss. Fire-spinners, poi dancers, people who can whistle or do card tricks, everyone at drum circle.

Activists, anarchists, growers and other outlaws...and, of course:

and

god bless his stanky soul.

My Blog

cheque day

hourssquandered yellowairfurlsheavy as the curtains in thishouseoftrashcracked leather shoes trollwet-footsoldieralong the bottomline-up at st. francis'tableyellow margarinesix more days to cheque day...
Posted by Creepy on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 12:11:00 PST

moving

this word is a fingerprintand thisa stolen pebble.this handholds the Palace keysand thisslaps dust from the skin of a goat.slience is a yellow catthe beat of rain on garbage cansthe ticking of a drain...
Posted by Creepy on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 06:36:00 PST

the list

they held a street memorialoutside the churchin back of the mallwhere the guards don't let you sleepwe held little candlesand shiveredin a light, late snow and drums were playedand poems readand flowe...
Posted by Creepy on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 09:45:00 PST

five funerals

great-grandmother's funeral was distant and bare dried-up in a wooden box in Sutton in a room with dubious crosses a church that smelled like ski wax and propane I wore clean jeans and a bla...
Posted by Creepy on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 07:08:00 PST

searching with a flashlight

the interrogance of puppetry conforms my muddled skin rustic as the plastic potters slain outside the yards of trash.   suffer me in piercing depositions I will carry out your bones and star...
Posted by Creepy on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 07:56:00 PST

dream confession

  so I have this dreamwhere I am runningand runningacross an endless fieldof rosesred like bloodlike danger lightsand each rose has a thornmany thornssharp and green and razorousreaching in the d...
Posted by Creepy on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 09:30:00 PST

Black Ink Doodle

dogs whine in the shudder alley snapping at the hanging heels of salesmen gone and given up and slung like Chinese ducks in yellow windows   see! the street has broken like a blister on Pa...
Posted by Creepy on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 06:25:00 PST

geography

this is where it is sometimes when all the blissful motion breaks and you wash up on the tiny shore of a single bed small room dim lamp with no glass beads to trade away and not a word in common and t...
Posted by Creepy on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 02:32:00 PST

a priore

it's a hard truthbut there may come a timewhen the only thingbetween you and the bridge is a hollow doorand the catsthat need feedingand only a dollarbetween you and the pipethe critical momentthe mom...
Posted by Creepy on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 05:05:00 PST

rejoice!

this magic lifethis quilt of hairand fingernailsand dust in silver mirrorsfeathered headsand bone recordersplaying cardsand factory wallsthis magic lifeof finishesand late beginningsmissed connections...
Posted by Creepy on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 07:13:00 PST