Ancestry

How many great rock bands are made up of members of previous other bands? How many ancestors to great bands are there? I can think all day on this. Goes back to before Jimmy Page played with the Yardbirds, and will continue past when Chris Cornell sings and Slash plays for AudioSlave.

The Falling Walnuts are made up of Barry Schnoor, originally from Placid Quake, and Jeff Claman, of Washington Underground Singlespeed Society.

The live performances have been well documented in both video and audio form, invoking the memories of girls, bic lighters in hand, swaying out-of-beat to the music performed by these two.

The photo here is of their latest EP, "Spin the Big Ring."

RollingStone Magazine plans an interview. Stand by.

Open the Door

Here, for a brief Placid Quake reunion, are Darin, Barry, Brian and Paul performing "You're the One" and "Open the Door," two originals penned by Brian and Paul.

The quartet rocked the auditorium that night!

Snag

The first original song performed by Placid Quake was Cry and Cry
This was written in Snag's Sophomore English Class.

Here's a photo of Barry, Darin and Brian performing Should I Stay? at Calvin C. Ooten Auditorium during a sold-out Jazz Show, 1983.

It is Written...

Shortly after Placid Quake lost their fortune to a crooked tour manager (and their tour bus off a ferry to Sicily), my therapist suggested I keep The Quake alive by writing the band name everywhere I could. So here's a list of some of the places:

Study carrels in Love Library in Lincoln Nebraska.
On the side of a Crouse Cartage truck (I didn't do this one)
On the side of a Georgia Pacific owned grain hopper car (didn't do this one either)
Inside a 20,000 gallon fuel tank onboard the USS America, rest her soul, which is now lying below 6,000 feet of Atlantic brine.
Inside a London Tube station.
Under a desk in several New York hotel rooms.
Under a desk in a London hotel room.
Under desks at the University of Virginia, Ga Tech's library, a San Francisco hotel room, an Ann Arbor hotel room, a Maine campground, under a vinyl floor at the University of Virginia hospital, in the rafters of a new MRI building at UVA, in the rafters of a Math and Science research center in Millbrook, NY, under a desk at Syracuse, in the missile magazine onboard the ex-USS Dahlgren, In a Miami hotel room, on about half the 2x4's sold at Berry Lumber from 1984-1986...

Where have you written "Placid Quake?"

Inquiring minds want to know.

Tribute to Placid Quake

The other day, I swear people, it was just the other day...

just

the other

day

I was chatting with Brian from Placid Quake. And he reminded me that the cyber site where Placid Quake used to reside has been taken down as part of a sting on anti-trust issues, copyright infringment stemming from the Tremor Boys' use of tight parachute pants during their 1986 Euro Tour, and innuendos of child photography...whatever that means.

So, I'm resurrecting the electronic narcissism we call blogging, out of deference to the band that was once Western Iowa's premier Rock and Roll foursome.

So join me in a shout out to boys who brought so many things to our lives: Hearing loss being just one of them.

Vic Barry - Rolling Stone Magazine

Yeow!

So last week I was shopping and found some beautiful Habanero peppers, vibrant orange, yellow and red, for a buck-ninety-nine a pound.

I grabbed a handful, cost me next to nothing, and went home to make some hot sauce.

A little garlic, some sea salt, vinegar. I hit the button on the blender and in a few seconds, I had some tasty (and very hot) hot sauce.

So, I washed my hands, ate a warm brownie with some ice cream, and read a book.

An hour later I washed my hands again in preparation for going to bed. I took my contact lenses out and...

HO

LEE

COW!

My Eyes! They Burn!

I'm better now, and wiser.