Unfortunately though, before I could ever become wholly settled within my latest and greatest musical family, Duty (in the guise of a Toronto-based Beach Boy tribute act so subtly named Endless Summer) called, and I had to pack up my pretend Hofner before ever getting to appear on F w/ N’s one and only official release (1984’s wholly summery “Sunny Holiday” single: think Mr. quickly became the toast of what in retrospect can be heard as the extra-melodically-inclined beginnings of those post-punk / pre-grunge movements we now so highly regard and respect. Why, I even got to tackle Dave Davies’ starring role on “Party Line” (not to mention that tricky Phil Everly vocal on “When Will I Be Loved”), as Robin & Co. So you bet, I somehow passed that audition, Robin even helped me track down an amazing faux-Beatle Hofner bass in some Gastown secondhand shoppe mere days later, and before you could call your Auntie Grizelda I’d become a fully-fledged all-singing, all-playing member of that harbinger of the West Coast proto-pop scene, the Fun With Numbers band. Ladies and gentlemen, need I report this was only the first of so many indications over the many years to follow that Robin Stanley was one heckuva fine, understanding, and totally accommodating guy indeed. “Why don’t you come by for an audition tomorrow anyways?” “That’s okay,” I believe the voice then replied. Upon dialing, the voice on the other end of the line instantly seemed so pleasant that I simply had to confess I not only had no means whatsoever of self-transportation – still don’t either, if truth be told – but also that my guitars were all still being held for ransom by Canadian Customs, somewhere between Seattle and Victoria where my trunk and I had been heaved off the trans-border Greyhound the previous month. Must have own transportation and equipment.” “Groovy!” as I believe the saying even then went. “Band Forming,” I believe the headline read. Twas then and right there that I spotted a fateful little ad in the local used-car weekly.
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Well, it all began one late hot August night, during some precious time off between serving Slurpees to a certain Loverboy’s girlfriend and readying the coffee machine for the four-thirty-AM cab driver rush. THE MAD KINGDOM of ROBIN STANLEY By Gary Pig Goldĭuring the very midst of that most-summery Summer of 1983, after several years spent power-poppin’ ‘round Southern California with my latest bunch of musical Loved Ones, I somehow found myself night-managing instead a brand new 7-Eleven in Vancouver, British Columbia …in order that I could save up enough to buy a PortaStudio™ and become the Great Wide North’s one and only Lindsey Buckingham, that is.īut as with even the best laid of schemes, I merrily became, for a year at least, Peter Tork instead. THE MAD KINGDOM of ROBIN STANLEY by Gary Pig Gold
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