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Well fellow Lutefacers, the fan mail pours in and it seems a critical mass is being reached. Until this Fanzine was launched , it appears that many fans and suporters had no way of connecting and especially no way of letting the members of Luteface know they were still appreciated.

It is great how the reminisces of one fan pick up where another leaves off. This next letter was sent to us by an anonymous fan who titles himself " Mudboy '76" . The year is still 1976 - and that crazy tour Luteface did that summer. It picks up after the St; Kilda "Tongues of Kali" Festival

Gods of Thunder by James Rannadair August 13th 2009

Howdy folks! I a so pleased to be able to make my own entry re: a Luteface sighting. I was stating to feel as if everyone else had a life except me. This sighting occurred at the Goderich Celtic Roots Festival ( Lion's Park Goderich Aug 7-9). Occasionally I like to check out festivals with lots of fiddles.

I arrived kind of early - 9am on the sunday and the main gate was not even manned yet, so I wandered in anyway. There, right beside the first workshop stage was the art display of Dave Rankine of Dulcimerhead (this guys has more incarnations than a Hindu elephant). I stood and yacked a while with Dave and noticed that although the sun was climbing in the sky, the day was getting very very dark.

At that moment another art exhibitor ran through the craft art area fluttering her hands yelling " Big one on the way! batten down the hatches!" . This yelled warning was followed by a loud crack of thunder. The air turned green and Dave started to close up his display tent. Things started to blow around and it was at this moment that I heard, over the continuous rumbling of the thunderstorm, two low mumbling voices and a lispy high voice answering them. I looked up and two crew cut bearing lunks and a slight fellow with pink sunglass frames lumbered by arguing. Well The guy with the pink aviator glasses was kind of mincing.

I grabbed Dave's arm and said: " Hey is that....?" Dave replied: " it sure is ....holy shit!" .

He pointed and I followed his finger. He was not pointing at the three men that just walked by but at a long funnel shaped cloud dangling from beneath an evil looking swirling mass just out over the lake. We closed that tent fast! I crawled under a table. Dave sat on a chair and rocked saying what sounded like prayers.

The storm lasted a mere 10 minutes, but it was the longest 10 minutes of my life. As soon as the sky cleared . I left Dave to dry out his art and went to hunt down the three figures. They looked like the Lanarski twins accompanied by some unknown fop.

I soon caught up with them near the park picnic pavilion. The guy with the glasses was showing them a sketchbook and swatches of fabric. They were arguing. I walked right up and introduced myself. The twins scowled at me ( they have never been friendly to members of the press or their own fan club) but the other dude spoke up:

" Yes...Oort and Venlo of Luteface Why don't you take a snapshot ? It will last longer! Oh stop gawkling! I am La Vie en Rose but you can call me LA. Vennie here does not like the Damsk on a velvet background, but Oortie loves his Brocade slippers...see my drawings..."

Well, I looked and it seemed that this fellow was designing stage clothes for a band ...could it be LUTFACE? AT this point Oort ( or Venlo - I could never tell them apart) asked: " could you make the codpiece lace up? instead of velcro?".

" are you guys going on tour ...have you reformed?"

The twins turned their backs to me and continued to argue over fasteners, straps, velcro vs laces, but this LA character stepped around them. " Yes they are Mr. Curiosity! They are doing 23 dates opening for Blackmore's Night...Medieval Festivals and such! . But first they are doing Indie week in Toronto".

There was another loud crack of thunder and I quaked in my shoes and then ran for cover. I looked for the twins. They were standing in the rain and they seemed to be placing their tongues on a metal rod coming out of the ground. The LA dude was screeching at them from beneath someone's art display tent, " Don't you two get my samples fried!".

" fuckin' idiots" said a voice behind me. There he stood- Pi Valois...kinda looking like Dave Rankine but without an ironed shirt. " Ever since they met that that fop at a Wendy's in Borialis, they have obsessed about their stage clothes. Used to be they could not keep their clothes on during a performance, especially after they opened for Hawkwind and got inspired by that Stacy chick".

I was speechless. ...well almost " Pi ...could I have an intervie.."

" NO!"

And he walked away twards the twin and yanked them away from the metal rod. " Fuckin' idiots!" he yelled at them. The LA dude sped after them fluttering and holding out his book of fabric samples. "Mr Pi, Mr Pi...please stop and look" he beseeched.

As the thunder increased in volume. I heard Pi yelling out, " I told you already...we have $47 budget for clothes! T-shirts - black, no branding!"

The little dude wailed in response and a there was a blinding flash of purple light , followed by a massive crack of thunder and when I looked again, they were gone. So was the metal rod. All that remained was a piece of singed brocade.

I was about to start screaming in horror when I saw THE van roar out of the festival parking lot. I guess it takes more that several million watts to stop those guys.!

Wet Times by Mudboy '76

Like many of you fellow fans out there, I was child during the 1960's. I remember looking at pictures of Woodstock - marveling at the displays of hedonism and like many kids at that time growing up in white bread communities, I wondered how I could get there and would the event last long enough for me to be old enough to attend. I was pretty confused about time back then!

By the time I was 17 in the summer of 1976, Woodstock was long past and it seemed that rock music had lost its vitality. True, some bands were soldiering on but all too many spent too much time in recording studios trying to create "perfect records". I wanted to experience that rawness I saw on the big screen movie of Woodstock...yapping dogs, muddy people, freedom loving guys and chicks swimming in lakes.

I had not gotten far from my white-bread community but that summer a very odd festival occurred close by. It was the "Five Corners Elemental Exposition of Sound and Love". My friends and I streamed to the festival grounds- a farm field about 10 km out of town. It was raining heavily and had been all night. The festival signs had all fallen down or the ink had run off them into the puddles, but we found it anyway by following the water filled ruts along a dirt road.

By the time paid our entrance fee ( $3.50) we were soaked to the skin. All of our sleeping bags were too...but we had beer and we did not care. There was a large pond on the grounds but it was full of the stage which had slipped into there the night before. Steam was rising out of flooded fire pits and the whole festival grounds looked like a war zone.

There was a huddle of people close by and I approached them. The event organizers were in tears. The Festival had just opened and the stage was already disabled. Rain was ruining the day. In the huddle were several people dressed as fairies. Their wings were sodden and their papier mache wands were drooping. I asked one of them, " why are you dressed like a Fairy?".

" I'm a fucking elemental! " it yelled. I could not tell the sex of the " elemental" as there was so much dripping makeup coming off its face.

I beat a hasty retreat but continued to watch this group to see if the festival was still going to happen when a bearded dude walked up to them and announced "Luteface is here but how the heck do we get in...there is a freakin' lake the size of Etobicoke at the entrance"

At that point the, the organizers burst into tears again but I grabbed my friends and we headed out to the front gate to see the fun. There, stuck in a large puddle of semi solid ooze, sat a panel van that said " Luteface" on the side. Two guys with white crew cuts were up to their knees in the ooze hauling a rope that was attached to the front bumper of the van. One of them looked at us and yelled " hey are you guys fairies?" " Naw" I yelled back, we're freakin' elementals ahahahhaha!"

The two dudes in ooze did not laugh. Everything got very still. Their eyes turned red.

"They are simple guys, they don't know what a elemental is unless you can relate it to something on Star Trek" said a voice behind us and we turned to see the bearded dude. " help us out and I will get a refund for you and sign you on as roadies for the day".

Well, we needed no encouragement. $3.50 ea could buy a lot of beer back then. So, in we waded, grabbing the tow rope as the bearded dude yelled out.: " Venlo,..Oort , these guys are helping out, they are okay - they are like the Hortas on Star Trek,...they just do what they do.."

"Fuckin' A" said one of them and we all tugged, slipped, slid, wallowed and nearly drowned but we got that van out of the mud and helped them set up. In a wild display of "can do" action, they manifested a new stage in the Beer Tent. We got our money back and also free foot long hot dogs that even though cold and stale, still tasted good. We passed on the plastic bag full of egg salad sandwiches they proffered . My Grannie always said: " stay away from the salmon mousse or egg salad you have not made yourself."

My friends and I also got to stand beside the amps and WOW, what a performance!. They brought their own lights, their own generator (the festival's one was at the bottom of the lake already) and they had about 100 sticks of incense burning. What a sound! holy smokes it was like being at Woodstock! Halfway through the set the two crew cuts stripped down to their underwear, smeared themselves in mud and took the mics into the crowd, taunting and yelling as the drummer laid down a tribal groove. They signaled us forward, and we dove in, smearing and hollering and dancing. I will never forget the feeling of belonging.

The next morning we awoke, muddy, wet, hung over and smiling. Luteface was already gone...but they had left a note (soggy) and three albums (soggy) ,. The note said: " for a bunch of Elementals you guys sure know how to party....hahaha thanks for your help, Pi".

a month later school started and I entered community college to train as an accountant. My hair got short. I started to wear polyester a lot and I never did have that much fun again , but sometimes late at night, when the moon is out, I go into the back yard, light some incense sticks, turn on the hose, make mud and ,smear it on me and remember that once too I was an elemental force.

Mudboy '76

It is always great to receive stories and memories from people within the music industry. The following report was emailed to us by Howie deShasta who was a roadie for Rush in 1976. read on...

Pi meet Pie by H. deShasta

I was working as a roadie for Rush in the summer of 1976...well, actually I was THE roadie for Rush in 1977 and they were sharing me with Max Webster for that tour. A lot of work for one Roadie! It was at a theme festival in St. Kilda Ontario that I first met and heard and then " experienced" Luteface.

I guess that in the summer of 1976, themed festivals were all the rage and I was very interested to see what this one in St' Kilda was about. The venue was an outdoor one, set up in a baseball diamond right next to the community hall. It looks like the whole town or village ( it was a SMALL place) had entered right into the spirit of the event.

As our tour bus entered the town we saw the overhead banners proclaiming " Tongues of Kali Festival - 5 great acts tonight!" I remember someone saying " what the fuck?" in the back of the bus .Then Pie Dubois from Max Webster ,, who was sitting beside me, turned around to Neil Peart and said ..." okay dude, I challenge you to write something about this - by show time!". " Okay Pie - ye'r on!"

I was of course pretty busy for the next couple of hours setting up equipment but it was made a lot easier by several ladies from the United Church auxiliary who brought me crust-less egg salad sandwiches. It was all rather surreal as these women were painted blue, had towels wrapped around their heads and had extra sets of arms (made out of old nylons) sown onto their dresses. They were pretty cheery though and the sandwiches were great!

Well, it was nearly show time and we were set up, the line up was Front End Loader, The Belles of Huron Bell ringers, some band called Luteface (?) , Max and then Rush. The promoter was running around in a panic because Luteface had not yet arrived. But arrive they did in a spray of gravel and they all spilled out of a worn out GMC panel van with LUTEFACE! Nowicki's IGA and McSporran's of Mergus written on the side in magic marker.

I do not use the term " spilled out" lightly. The van side door opened and "stuff" spilled out, then that was followed by two guys with crew cuts, a geeky guy with a bowler on and then a stunned looking fellow who gazed around wide eyed. A fifth guy got out from behind the wheel...bearded and long of hair. He started yelling at the others. ..things like " get yer fuckin' heads in gear, wadda I have to do write the words and organize yer lives too?"

AT that point a young sunburned man stepped forward holding a foot long hot dog and said " hey! you guys need help?"

" Sparkles!" they all yelled in unison, " dude great to see you again- how's the head?"

I have never seen a band pull itself together so fast or set up that quickly, but it seemed that as they unpacked with speed, one of the other bands packed their gear as quickly. The promoter ran up and yelled " What the f-ck?, where ya going , you're on in ten minutes...give me my 20 minute set".

The other band (all 13 of them in three vehicles), yelled back at him" we ain't playing with those guys again" as they pointed at the Luteface van. Off they went. The promoter turned purple. The Ladies Aux. blanched even under their blue makeup. The bearded guy stepped forward and placed a forearm across the chest of the promoter and calmly said' "have no fear dude , Luteface will play a double set, these guys play closer to the heart than anyone - they know their part, they are part of the new reality, dude - closer to the heart."

With that the promoter calmed down. I saw Neil Peart standing there scribbling something down and then the Luteface dudes ran on stage and let rip with one of the most awesome performances I have ever see. Pie Dubois walked up to the bearded dude and introduced himself "Hi "i'm Pie" " Yeah me too!' replied the bearded dude. " lets go get some" and they wandered off to the Community hall. Neil was still standing there writing away in a notebook. I don't remember much else except that when Rush went on later that night, the two guys with crew cuts were painted blue by that time and they danced in front of the stage to all of Rush's songs.

Kim Mitchell of Max Webster watched them dance and he was humming one of Luteface's songs. He said " Damn I wish I had written that!"

Truth is often stranger than fiction and this following entry illustrates this point well. It was sent to us by a certain K. " Sparkles" Farquar of Kirby , Ontario. Read on...strange Lutefaces are coming.

Roaring Nineties in Paisley

I was a lad of 19 when I was blessed with being able to see Luteface in action. I have been a fan ever since. The date was July 14th 1976 and the location was Paisley Ontario.

Luteface was playing on the street as part of the Paisley " Back to the Roaring Nineties " Festival. Now keep in mind, this was 1976, so the 1990's had not happened yet, so the festival title refers to the 1890's.

The main street was full of people and was all dressed up in bunting and bows. Barber shop quartettes sang from every corner and as I slurped on a large Rocky Road ice cream cone, I even watched a performance by the local Sweet Adellines. I noticed that everyone was dressed in period costume.

After seeing four or five Barber Shop Quartettes perform I was ready to head back to the campsite ( I was camping with friends at the newly opened McGregor Point Provincial Park nearby). My hangover from the night before was making my head implode and the harmony singing was not helping. I was heading back down the street past the main stage when a new group of performers stumbled onto stage. They were oddly attired in ill fitting period costumes and they carried strange instruments - lutes and things that looked like guitars with far too many strings.

As they took their places, the MC announced them as Luteface from Rextown, Ontario and they started to play. ...well at least they were making the motions as no one could hear them over the sound of screaming kids, carousels and carnie barkers and hawkers. This being an authentic period re-enactment of the 1890's - there was no amplification.

" fucking shit!" said a long haired and bearded dude next to me..." no -one can hear them...this is a travesty!"

" Do you know this band " I asked.

" Know it? Man, I tour with these guys This is LUTEFACE!..and my name is Pi! , Glad tae meet ya!"

With that he transferred his foot long hot dog to his left hand and stuck out a mustard smeared hand for shaking. " The festival insists they play period, dress in period and without amplification. I don't know how we got into this mess...what a fuckin' mess!...they boys are gonna explode at any moment".

I looked up at the band and indeed, they seemed to vibrate with some inner energy waiting to be unleashed. The drummer sat in a pin-stripped suit two sizes too small. He wore a bowler hat. The Lute player had on a similar outfit but his hat was straw boater. The other two members were wearing floral waistcoats over shirt sleeves and had on fake curled moustaches, except that they wore them upside down- perhaps as a protest. The black moustaches looked odd on them as they both bore white blonde crew cuts.

They played on- making the motions literally. Occasional a note popped out of the background din. All of a sudden one of the blonde dudes turned behind him and ripped a throw cloth off of a large Marshal amplifier. Buttons were pushed and he threw a patchcord to the Lute player.

The drummer grinned and threw his bowler into the crowd. The other guitarist yelled out: " who wants some fuckin' rock?".

Well, I must say that I was ready to hear some rock...but I did not expect what was to come. Waves of distorted Lute washed over me. The two blondes' faces were contorted as they sang in unison. This was amazing. Several show organizers rushed the stage with fluttering hands. One of them headed for the power source and amps. I noticed that Pi was gone from beside me and then I saw him beside the stage laying a beating on several MCs with his foot long hotdog. Mustard was spraying everywhere.

The two singers were by now, baying like Jim Morrison styled wolverines...taunting the crowd, imploring them with strange grunts and howls.

It may have been the raw energy or the sun or the hangover , or the ice cream but I puked all over the people in front of me. That is all I remember as I passed out from dehydration and sun stroke. I woke up a while later under a tree in a park. I don't know how I got there, but there were several Lps in bag beside me and a note attached that read:

" see us next week in St. Kilda next weekend. We need fans like you!" In the bag was a foot long - wrapped and still warm"

I guess that was the beginning of a musical love affair and from that point on I knew that true art must always shine and go forward unfettered!

This report follows fast on the heels of the one submitted May 7th. This report is submitted by Luteface fanatic fan (know as a Lutemandali) Dave Rankine of Dulcimerhead, the band which has covered a number of Luteface originals.

May 14th Faces at the Back

On May 9th, Theatre on Main in Newmarket was host to my 50th Birthday concert celebration. It was fantastic evening of friends, fun, cake, singing, drumming and LOUD prog-rock.

I was on stage playing, along with fellow Dulcimerhead Fernando (Inferno) Villalobos. I think we were playing our other cover - The Who's 1967 masterpiece, I CAN SEE FOR MILES, when Fernando gave three quick raps with his drum sticks. This is our agreed upon signal for danger or at the very least one that says: " beware...dark forces are at hand".

anyway... I looked up through the lights as best I could and saw four shadowy figures at the back of the room. One in a beard. Two had shocks of white blonde hair and they were shoving each other as they pointed to a woman dancing by herself.

Well... Fernando and I finished up the tune and I stepped smartly off the stage to see who it was because it did look like some of the Lutefaces. I have been in touch with Pi Valois and I knew he was in the area (editor's note... I think Dave more than " knew" Pi was in town...) but I had not seen the Lanarski twins since I played a gig with them in 1976. I played bagpipes back then. They drank our drummers under the table.

anyhooo..by the time I reached the back, there was no one there - except a woman dancing by herself. The back fire door was open though. That is all I know. ( editor's note: Or all he will admit to).

This late breaking report was sent in by Jahonnes DeVleb. It appears that the Luteface creature doth stir...

May 8th 2009, SLAVES TO THE GROOVE

I am of an age, that I was blessed with being able to catch Luteface live several times at my alma mater York University when they played the LeBistro Students' Lounge (Calumet College). I remember it clearly -they shared the bill with several pipers and drummers from the Toronto Scottish Pipeband, Afterwards they all got drunk together and I was pressed into service hauling gear as most of them were in no state to. So, I guess this is my way of saying that I saw these guts up close and personal.

Well... yesterday ( May 7th) I was attending a holistic health show in Marketville that was being hosted by the Eternal Children of Light. I walked in and was met by a wall of super cool polyrhythmic drumming and singing. There, at a display of pyrographic art items, was the chant/poet Daniela Godina ( I have heard her sing on CIUT FM), Dave of Dulcimerhead (recognizable by his beard), Dave's steam/punk/goth/queen daughter Laura, and two (YES TWO!) members of Luteface - Benny McSporran AND Pi Valois. Benny was laying down some heavy stuff on a Djembe along with Dave while Pi sat there writing lyrics on a fine linen tablecloth and yelling out keywords to Daniela who spun them into lines. I thought my head would explode. How could this be?

I looked around and many exhibitors were moving their hips and shoulders to the groove and I was just about to say something when a mild mannered man approached them and said something. The playing stopped. All of them looked at each other. The man smiled and repeated "a little more piano, less forte".

I looked around for the piano...so did Dave. So did Benny and so did Daniela. They all looked to me for guidance. I looked to Pi for guidance. He seemed to recognize me. He said " York U, Jan 22nd 1976....three jugs of beer".

I smiled. The funny little man looked at me and repeated, "a little more piano, less forte... the other exhibitors cannot hear each other."

Believe me folks, the other exhibitors were not trying to speak, they were grooving and healing. The Music stopped. Pi hummed a few lines from Don McLean's "American Pie" and I got the reference right away. Even when these guys are angry, they still make sense. In one moment, the music had died. The life left the room and so did Pi and Benny. I heard Dave call after them, " see you Saturday night?..."

The room was hollow then. I felt diminished. I felt that the world had contracted. I want to quote Inayat Khan or Pete Townshend here people but I have no words...but I will be on the lookout for more of these spontaneous acts of courage and signs that expansion is taking place....and just how cool is it? Luteface seen in the GTA...all be it older and greyer, but still grooving!

Johannes D

A fan's drawing of Luteface - circa 1979. Calypso in the centre and Oort and Venlo to the flanks. Where was Benny?

The following was sent in (and written) by an anonymous "fan" - a story that give the reader greater insight into that dark period Luteface entered after the infamous theft of material by Exeter county band, Front End Loader. Read on...

A True Story:
Trapped on the Luteface Tour Bus, circa the 'Stone-pickin Days' festival, Auburn Ontario

Goderich Signal Star, June 13 1978

The sights, the sounds, the SMELLS -- let me make one thing perfectly clear. I was not "on the bus" of my own free will. They stopped at the A&W restaurant in Stratford, and when I came out with the Teenburgers and frosted root beer mugs, I was bodily yanked into the van. I don't think they did it on purpose, I think it was more like they thought I was part of the packaging. As far as I could see, they had no sensory apparatus whatsoever operating at the time. I was temporarily blinded by flying salt and vinegar, and the next thing I knew, we were halfway to Mitchell. I know now we were headed for the BlueBird Cafe, but at the time, I firmly believed I had become the latest victim of an alien abduction.

The interior of the Luteface van was like how I imagine the whale's stomach in Pinocchio might have looked, and smelled worse. The only way I can really describe it, is to compare it to Santa Meets the Kids day at the Large Lion. Every time the bus braked, a foetid miasma of some kind of organic liquid material would inch further toward the front, like a wave of peristalsis in the world's most dysenteric GI tract.

Once somebody cranked open a window in order to fire a fusillade of beer cans through it, and I saw, although I was half-blinded by a shaft of sunlight, the kilt-clad body of an unconscious musician. Fresh air flooded over me like a welcome drug, and I was momentarily able to assert myself and lurch over to the bus driver, who seemed to be either clothed in a bizarre tribal costume or had painted his entire body in excrement. This person was talking in a private language to someone else he called "Venlo," who seemed to have jammed his entire head into an industrial-sized box of Kibbles-N-Bits. "We've picked up a local by mistake. Calypso is going to be pissed" he said in English at one point. "Yeah well, he and Pi are eating egg rolls right now, what they don't know won't hurt them," replied his masticating co-conspirator.

He looked at me briefly and I felt a deep unsettling screaming fear take hold of my very guts, so vacant were the eyes turned into mine. Without a word, he jerked open the door, and, along with a cascade of bodily fluids no longer distinguishable from each other, I plummeted out the bus door onto the front steps of Lucan United Church.

Once I was identified as a human being by Murgatroyd Magillacuddy, head of the Lucan United Church Ladies Auxiliary and Missionary Society, I was taken to a place of safety, swabbed of my wounds, hosed down, and fed sandwiches until I regained consciousness.

I later heard that Luteface never made their gig at the Auburn "Stonepickin' Days" tractor pull and pig roast. I can only hope the mixing of things that should never be mixed in the bowels of that hellish bus caused a spontaneous combustion that cauterized their presence from the face of the earth....

... those bastards sure can play, though.

Anonymous

COMMENTS: Hey Anon- where those sandwiches of the crustless kind? You did not mention any fillings. Was deviled ham one of them? You have such a memory for detail re: Luteface but so little re: the Lucan WA and WMS!.

yours in fellowship

Looks like we may have a regular Luteface inspired e-conversation on the go here folks:

ANON replies!

Dearest M

Yes, they were devilled ham, on wonder bread with the crusts trimmed, carrot twigs and a doily underneath. Served on a crisp white table cloth, with a bud vase of lilacs on it, light filtering in quietly through the orange glass windows...

anon.

M responds

Dear Anon,

those were violets in the vases, not lilacs. Perhaps you should stay away from Rock and Roll fiends in the future. It seems to have damaged your observational skills!. Oh, and the windows are not orange, they are a colour known as Autumn Tangerine.

? OORT CALYPSO BENNY

These cropped photos are from the files of the Luteface print fanzine "Play it Hot " (August edition 1977) - it was part of a "who is the coolest Luteface member" contest. It seems that Benny was already modeling himself on the polyester finery of BTO drummer Robbie Bachman. Play it Hot photographer Mort Schimbler noted in his diary that Venlo was present at the photo shoot but declined from participating. In a recent inteview , Mort was unable to explain why faces were cropped from the pics, although he did indicate that it may have been an editorial decision. The unknown kilted figure on the left may have been merely an humourous addition to the visual line up or it actually may be a shot of Pi decked out in Highland garb supplied by Benny's Grandfather's business (McSporran's Tartan Wholesalers - Mergus ON)

Although I usually consider dumpster diving by fans to be a lowly act, this receipt from a Large Lion store - found in a garbage bag sitting outside Calypso's house in Frederick ON, is a real gem of a find.

Note the name of the cashier : ZITA. Knowing that Luteface played at the Frederick Cow Palace many times in the mid 70's, could this be the very Zita referenced in the song, "Dragon Queen" ?

Dragon Queen was the only song co-written by the Lanarski twins and audiences across the province knew this song was about to be played when Oort and Venlo would start bellowing at the crowd.

WHAT HAS PI BEEN UP TO?

Many readers and fans have been asking this question. So, just what has Pi been up to in the last 30 years? Frank O. of Saltford Ontario happened to run into Pi in Mitchell, Ontario- right outside the Bluebird Cafe. Luckily, Frank has a good memory and quickly scribbled down notes of his meeting with Pi. The following is an excerpt - actually all that remains of Franks' notes and he had ducked into the Bluebird to write them down over a coffee and the owner Chang tore the note paper from his hands (except for the fragment we show you here). Chang had apparently stated..." no note taking or drawing with only coffee purchase" and then pointed to a sign on the wall which does state: (confirmed by Lee Jay)

coffee only - 2 minutes, no notes, or journaling

egg rolls (double order) or sweet and Sour Chicken Balls - 2 pages maximum

Looks like Chang puts a price on what the poets are doing!

It seems checking out the Bluebird and its odd restrictions on creativity would be a good Street Team assignment.. Here is the excerpt:

Q: “ Pi ...dude... what have you been doing all this time?- all these years?”

A : “ ahhh bit of this and bit of that- writing for Blue Oyster Cult and Dolly Parton- keeps me in Fanta and Chinese food…"

"Sonicus Eruptus" is the copywrited name for the official online Luteface fanzine. Contributing Editors: James Rannadair and Lee Jay Executive Editor: H Rozenblatz Publisher: M .McSporran