Here's a picture of a man at a venue in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada with a springed dance floor. It's...
Captain Beefheart. This is at the Commodore. We don't have a date on this but it's interesting because I photographed Captain Beefheart at his hotel, at the hotel that's next to St. Paul's Hospital in the afternoon. And I kept putting off going down and putting off going down there because I had a nose bleed and it didn't stop bleeding and it wouldn't stop bleeding. Finally I thought "I'm doing it, I'm doing the photographs of him and I'm doing the concert tonight and I'm going to go." So I went down there and he (Beefheart) was evidently very concerned when I came in, he noticed me right away and he asked how I was and what was wrong. Then I felt a bit embarrassed by drawing attention to myself but went on and photographed and got out of there. And then I went to the concert that night and I was sitting down at the side for the opening band and still had the nose bleed, sitting with a wad of kleenex going "When is this gonna end, when is this gonna end?" I've tried everything, I've tried ice, I've tried everything and then he came out on the stage I took a deep breath and the nose bleed was gone and I walked up and took his photograph. And then later on, after the show one of the people that worked for him came out and found me and said, "You know, before he walked out on the stage you were the last person he talked about." He said, "I hope that woman with the nose bleed is OK and that it's gone now." And I thought that was the moment that I took a breath and it was gone. Miracles do happen.

And that kind of symbolizes Captain Beefheart as well, going the extra distance.
Yeah. I mean, there were concerts that it was a privilege to be at and there was other concerts...

Where you'll never get your time back.
I never will get that time back, you know, just before I'm going to pass away when I go "Excuse me, I spent many, many hours at concerts where I didn't like the music, can I have that time back?" And they will say "Nope, not getting it back." But it was a privilege to be at a lot of these concerts.

Here's a photo of Alien Sex Fiend.
Yeah, it's actually quite an amazing photograph, I don't know how long it took them to set up this cobwebby thing behind them there. What I find interesting now is that I work across the road from where this was taken, which is the old Waterfront Club in Vancouver. I walk by every day on my way to work and think, "I saw bands there. I remember that place. I remember this concert."

Like Black Flag played there, the Minutemen played there.
The Bill Of Rights played there, lots of local bands. It was a strange small place with the dressing rooms down in the basement and giant rats. I think it wasn't well-kept. But then any place that was well-kept wouldn't let a lot of these bands play there, or it wouldn't be well-kept.

So, Bev Davies, just an update, what are you doing today? What are you doing these days?
I'm showing you these photographs.

And you work across the street from that Alien Sex Fiend gig.
Yeah, I work across the street, I work for the (British Columbia) Provincial Government as a welfare worker.

But all these photos are catalogued and being displayed. Thank you for spending time with me, Nardwuar The Human Serviette, and letting us go into your vaults Bev Davies.
Thank you, Nardwuar, for the interest.

But before we go, a picture of...
Nina Hagen. We were looking at this and it looks like it's a backstage photo, not an onstage photo of her, which it could be. And she seems to be holding some sort of fox's head, sort of seductively at the front of herself there. What I remember about concerts like this is again, it was a joy to be at them. The night before she played Judas Priest played at the Coliseum in Vancouver and the people on the stage and a lot of people in the audience were dressed in a lot of black leather, but not a tremendous number. And then when you walked in and when I walked into the Commodore, I didn't get there early, and the show was going on. The entire audience looked like Judas Priest. It looked like the entire band had cloned themselves and come to the concert, their fans. They were in black leather with studs and belts and things like that.

Well thanks for your time Bev Davies. Anything you want to add to the people out there at all?
No, I don't think so. Other than stay tuned for the next installment.

Thanks very much. Keep on rockin' in the free world, and doot doola doot doo...
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