I’ve actually already written the Vermont show up so I need to retitle that one so as to throw it into sequence with the rest of these. We took a fairly roundabout way to get to Detroit that took us by Niagara Falls. I can’t remember if this was my only time coming here or if I paid to go on the elevator. The structures that are built around the natural waterfall give me a strong archetypical feeling like maybe I’ve visited them, or structures similar to them, in my dreams.
Sometime between this 2008 visit and this current moment I saw the movie with Marilyn Monroe that is set there. The memory is really hazy, I thought it might have been Lucille Ball or an Alfred Hitchcock picture until I just now looked it up. Anyway I liked seeing the structures like stairs and viewing platforms in the movie – what had changed and what had stayed the same. Some things have probably changed since the visit in this story too.
I don’t know why but all of the utilitarian architecture designed around giving tourists a place to stand while they look at the waterfall is more interesting and compelling to me than the waterfall itself. I remember posing for a photo in front of the waterfall where I pretended to be talking on a cell phone as a crass joke about obliviousness to it’s grandeur and beauty but that isn’t what this is. I’m not trying to only remember cement stairs and coin operated binocular machines to be funny, that’s just the way it is.
It just occurred to me that maybe I just didn’t properly see it. Not long after this Bus Tour I went to see a Spanish Language shadow puppet show that my friend Caryl from the Rafts was involved with in Oakland. For the first time in my life I became consciously aware that the words on an opera screen were too blurry for me to read with my naked eyes – I was nearsighted. It’s hard to say if this change had been sudden or gradual. I went to a lot of operas in High School but since then it was mostly foreign films.
I did learn that if I had to listen to Spanish without being able to read the translations I could follow well enough to understand what was going on. I had taken a few semesters of Spanish in College and spoken it here and there but this was my first experience with “getting pushed in the pool” style fluency. Anyway I also went and got myself glasses and it feels entirely possible that Niagara Falls didn’t make as much of an impression for me because I was squinting at it and it was a blur.
The fastest way to get to Detroit from Niagara Falls would have been to pass through Canada but we weren’t about to test the hijinks potential of trying to pass through an International Border. There is a story about getting hassled at the Canadian Border in the El Rancho chapters but this time around we just took a much longer way. It almost seems unbelievable when you consider how much fuel The Bus required but driving over a few extra hours of road ultimately seemed easier than having every single object on board passed through a colander.
There was a lot going on in Detroit and I almost thought this could have been my first time visiting the city until I remembered that I just wrote about a 2007 trip with Garbaj Kaetz. There was a big electronic music festival going on and the Pistons had just won one of their Playoff games which resulted in a parade. When the bus succumbed to total mechanical failure just outside the Motor City it became a very weak joke about performing fellatio on one of the victorious athletes:
“I went to Detroit and blew a piston…”
Not particularly funny but you have to take into account that it was a dark and depressing time for us and double entendres and dick jokes represented a welcome relief from the grim reality that our ship of dreams had run aground. Still I’m getting a bit ahead of myself – in Detroit none of this had actually happened yet and therefore had no impact on our emotional state whatsoever. We went to Belle Isle and explored an empty factory building and sort of but didn’t really play a show.
Question Mark and the Mysterians were performing at MOCAD. I don’t know how official this whole thing was but to some degree we were allowed to pull the bus up and do a Living Hell set. I think Suzy Poling from Pod Blotz had set this up for us – she had been living in Detroit for a while and was just about to make the big move to Oakland and the West Coast.
I had forgotten that Suzy had performed on The Bus while everybody else explored the abandoned factory until I just now typed her name. It was the kind of site specific performance that The Bus was perfectly equipped but almost never used for. The acoustics worked out in such a way that Pod Blotz could be heard from anywhere inside the multilevel factory. I think it was Suzy’s idea that everybody run ahead and explore the structure while she stayed behind to provide the soundtrack.
It was kind of like how I imagine perfect wine and entree pairings must be for the people who are genuinely into that sort of thing. Industrial decay and the remnants of manufacturing machinery taken in under the sparse illumination provided by cell phones and flash lights while tape effects and synthesizers provided novel juxtapositions of sonic textures ranging from barely audible whispers to deafening shouts.
Many artists in the experimental genre have tackled the idea that simply watching them manipulate their instruments and mixers might not be the most compelling visual accompaniment to the diverse sounds produced but this was the most elegant solution to that question I’ve personally witnessed. As an awkward footnote this entire experience was quite stressful and no fun whatsoever for John Benson as he had to stay behind with The Bus and white knuckle through the attentive lights of a police cruiser while hoping that they didn’t realize a small army was trespassing throughout the empty factory he was parked outside of.
So at MOCAD this legendary garage rock band Question Mark and the Mysterians is playing. I would say that they were the biggest name Living Hell ostensibly shared a bill with but some guys from Matmos who jumped the bill in Providence are a close second. When John asked if they could play Jeremy Harris said “the Matmos?” so obviously they are kind of a big deal. In Detroit it was more like we were jumping the bill.
When I was a young child I was curious about and wanted to experiment with the concept of cooking. My first experiment was to put a slice of bologna in the microwave for about fifteen seconds. It wasn’t very good. Anyway that’s what the singer guy Question Mark’s skin kind of looked like – he was wearing dark glasses and didn’t have a shirt on. They played their one famous song 96 Tears and it was great.
We were super excited to invite them onto The Bus but they were very clear about thinking that the invitation felt like a plot device from a horror movie and they wouldn’t be falling for it. Maybe their days of stepping onto mysterious buses full of freaks were behind them or maybe they would have declined the same invitation in 1962 – I couldn’t really say. What I can say is that the MOCAD crowd was overwhelmingly older and looked to the proto-punk band to set the tone as to how to respond to The Bus.
Maybe one or two people in attendance were feeling adventurous enough to take a look onboard. I can’t remember if we went through with performing a Living Hell set or not. Either way it’s awkward – do you perform for the two people who actually showed up or do you inform them that they aren’t enough of an audience for the thing you just invited them to? There’s no good answer.
Pod Blotz outside of an abandoned factory under cover of night was the perfect act to perform for people who weren’t physically standing on The Bus. Living Hell was not – our spectacle was overwhelmingly visual in nature and we played three different times without The Bus after this night in Detroit that were far more memorable than whatever did or didn’t happen this night.
Detroit was tons of fun besides this. We slept at Dave’s mom’s house which I want to say was on Belle Isle but maybe it wasn’t. We drove over to that neighborhood with the stuffed animals and polka dots on the houses. I met up with a girl named Leg that I used to be in love with and she took me to an African themed bead shop where I might have bought some brass effigy bells.
It was time to hit the road and the road hit back. It was about four hours outside of Detroit when, as the title says, we blew the piston. Was it loud? Was there smoke? Did it smell bad? I just remember that we knew it was the end. There was still some hope that The Bus would ride again but certainly no time soon. The more immediate question was how everybody and their music equipment would be moving beyond the side of the road in Michigan.
Ok, how do I even approach this? I don’t follow any iteration of The Grateful Dead but I like to go places to do things and I can say with no reservations whatsoever that “the road” is a place where miracles happen. Case in point: another empty bus pulls off the highway to see if we might need assistance, it just so happens to belong to a Chicago bicycle racing team and is being brought home to Chicago for this purpose. In fact the home of this team and this particular bus’s destination just so happens to be within a couple miles of Mister City – the art space we are scheduled to play in that very night.
Of course our new acquaintance was happy to give us and our equipment a ride to the place where he was basically already going. It was a lot of conflicting emotions – the thing was broken and something was obviously over and some of us were crying but at the same time Holy Shit! Rolling into our scheduled concert on a different bus entirely it was impossible to avoid feeling like the natural laws governing coincidences weren’t at least a little warped in our favor.
John and Dave stayed behind with The Bus to ensure that it got towed to some form of safe storage. The nearest town ended up being a place called Albion. Not long after John Benson impulsively bought a house there when he saw it listed for next to nothing on eBay. The plan was to use this house as a base of operations while working to get The Bus moving and operational again.
None of that really worked out. I’m sure the house will end up popping into some stories here but other people would have better stories than me and more of them. For now I’ve got this one: The first time John Benson ever set foot in the place he found seven dead starlings. I had been the magic consultant on board The Bus so he texted me to ask what it meant. I figured that the counting rules for crows could be applied to any of the corvidae:
One for sorrow, two for mirth
Three for a death, four for a birth
Five for silver, six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told
That’s magic for you. You might not get an answer that you can use but at least you always get one. You may be thinking: “what if there were eight starlings? Or nine?”
Simple: it wouldn’t have been magic.
Bus Section Epilogue with Documentary Videos:
https://zerstyrschonheit.home.blog/2023/02/22/nashville-2008-the-bus-epilogue-brand-the-dude/