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Jonesing on Tour

Posted in Cop Shoot Cop, jim coleman, personal histories, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on March 6, 2013 by jimcolemanmusic

In my earlier days of recklessness and misplaced rebellion, I had a lot of highs and a lot of lows. I say misplaced rebellion, because in hindsight every time I took another hit, every time I exhibited some kind of twisted anti social behavior and I thought I was laying out a big “FUCK YOU!” what really was happening was I was saying “FUCK ME!” Sure, I harmed most everyone around me, but I sure did not do much harm to the demons I thought I was lashing out at. And I certainly did myself a world of hurt.

I loved touring. Through most of my 20’s, I played and toured extensively both through the US and Europe with my old band Cop Shoot Cop. To this day, I deeply miss it at times. I know though that that was then and this is now. And I know that memories aren’t reality. An ex girlfriend of mine recently sent me a scan of a postcard I sent her once when I was touring. The first line of it was “I don’t think I can take it anymore!”

Touring would also give me a chance to drag my ass out of the chemical induced slurry pond that I would habitually reside in. I was forced to “clean up”. To me, that meant only ingesting what was available. Sure, I could bring a bunch of smack and crack with me, but that always seemed to run out so damn fast. My radar worked really well, but the fact was that hard drugs just weren’t available on the street in every town. If you ran in to me one week after leaving on tour, you would see a rail thin bug eyed twitching embodiment of depression and wonder. I was scared shitless and in Awe, like I was coming out of hibernation. The world around me was painfully clear and in focus. Light hurt. Noise was wonderful. The only place I felt right was on stage. That 60 to 90 minutes a day was exhilarating, being in the instant. Walking on a razor blade. A hyper-reality. And then the crash.


I would bring my mini pharmacy on the planes. FYI: it is possible to smoke crack in the airplane bathroom and not set off the alarm. I didn’t really think about what would happen if my method didn’t work. It wasn’t really even a choice. It had to work. I at least had to try. My life might be different now if it hadn’t worked.

After about 3 weeks of touring, my body would adjust to this new chemical balance. I’d emerge from withdrawals in to exhaustion, and then the exhaustion would turn in to a long lasting permeating giddiness. This would affect everyone in the band. Everything was funny, and anything was prime material for a joke. I remember getting lost in Philadelphia, and Natz repeatedly leaning out the window, asking people on the street if they could tell us how to find the Plexiglass Children. And being in a supermarket in Seattle, asking the woman at the butcher counter if you could make shakes out of chicken feet. Her answer was, “well, I reckon you could make shakes out of just about anything!” Everything was funny, and nothing was normal. Touring was wonderful because it felt like the rules and norms that contained the straight world couldn’t touch us. As a result, we did many things that could have turned out disastrous. Again, things that could have fucked up our lives for years to come but somehow they didn’t.

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Picture this: I’m handcuffed and detained (with the rest of my band, but it’s me they’re after) at the Canadian Border, where the authorities are going to confiscate our van along with all our gear, then pass me over to the New York State Troopers at which point I’ll be locked in a cell with the certainty of jail time attached. 3 hours later, not only are we driving away with everything intact, but the Border Cops actually gave me back the bag of dope I had stashed in my cigarette pack. How does this happen? At the time, I just took it in stride, but looking back I feel really really fortunate.

Unresolved church issues

Posted in jim coleman, personal histories, religion with tags , , , on March 4, 2013 by jimcolemanmusic

TelevangelistI’ve always had this weird love/hate thing with churches. Having always disliked organized religions, churches have rubbed me the wrong way. Why is it that people can go around building these huge imposing buildings whose sole purpose is giving people a place to worship? I know, there is also the purpose of building god fearing communities, but let’s put that aside for now. Being a democracy, I should be able to build huge temples to Satan if I worshiped him (or her, as the case may be). But somehow, I don’t think that would be so easy to do. Christ, there was a huge uproar when there was talk of erecting a Mosque near the old World Trade Center location. People just get so narrow minded and fearful.

But sometimes I just love walking in to and sitting in a church for an extended period of time. Okay, I don’t believe in “God”, but holy shit, my mind becomes still and peaceful when I do this. I can meditate much easier. I become quiet. It’s nice.

Once when I was a kid I took a shit in a church. I was pissed off at this whole “God” thing that was being pushed at me. This may have been soon after a friend of mine died in a car crash. The first death that I had to deal with. I remember trying to make sense of this loss. I tried  a few things, including reading the bible. But nothing made this make sense. Now, I’m older. I wouldn’t say death makes sense, but I understand, or at least accept the cycle of birth – life – death. Kind of like a spin cycle in a laundry. But back then I was pissed. I wanted to take a shit on your organized religion, I wanted to shit on your God. Unfortunately, when I look back at it now, I realize the only thing I shat on was the poor custodian who had to clean it up. 20/20 hindsight. I don’t know your name, but I’m sorry.

Later in life, I went through a period where I liked to make out and have sex in churches. Obviously, still some unresolved issues here. And maybe a bit immature. But it was fun. And years after this, I had a period of bridge sex, which may be another entry on another day. I wonder if anyone has ever done a study on site specific sex? Anyway, not much to report on this except it was fun.

At some point in my 20’s, I was doing sound recording for a film in Texas. After the days of shooting were over, I hitchhiked out to the west coast, with a plan to go down in to Baja, Mexico. I landed first in LA. I had read some travel guide that specialized in low cost travel tips, and had highlighted a particular hotel in LA. I can’t recall the name of it. When I got there, the front desk gave me a price that was about three times the price that was listed. I argued with them, and got the price down a bit. Not as far as I wanted, but I was really tired so I just settled for it.

When I got upstairs, I turned on the TV, and the default station was some televangelist prayer ministry. At some point, they had an exterior shot, and I realized I was looking at the hotel I was now in. I looked around the room and quickly saw some other telltale signs. Fuck. I was in some kind of Ministry Hotel. Definitely had the shiver run down my back, the feeling like was in the center of the hive. Somehow, quickly, I had to claim this space as mine. I didn’t have much to work with, but I did what I could: beat off and smoke a joint. Then I walked out of that hotel till late at night, just walking the streets of LA (not much fun). I came back just to sleep. and was so glad to leave there the next day. On to Baja!


Silent Scream

Posted in jim coleman, personal histories, Phylr with tags , , , on August 24, 2012 by jimcolemanmusic

I remember once reading the instructions on an airplane for what to do if the plane is going down. I frequently us the analogy of getting my oxygen mask in place before you help someone else. That’s just common sense I think. How can I save you if I can’t breathe? But the direction given after getting your oxygen mask on, and after placing your head between your knees, was “5 seconds of silent scream”. More practical real world advice. Relieves stress, gets your ya ya’s out, and it doesn’t freak out other people around you.

American without a signal

Posted in present day with tags , on June 17, 2012 by jimcolemanmusic

Well, I’ve tried to post several entries in this blog in the last week or so, but each time have ended up losing my Internet connection. At times, I could be found wandering around the south of France, iPad in hand, looking for a signal. If I happened to see myself, I’m sure I would laugh. So let’s hope the signal stays long enough this time.

Here is a photo from teho’s house in Roma.


And here is a photo from where we are in the south of France.


In one of the earlier lost posts, i waxed poetic about my friendship with Teho. We met by playing rock festivals together in separate bands back in the day. As CSC was breaking up, he asked if we would be interested in doing remixes of each others bands. Cop Shoot Cop vs Meathead. This was t.he last thing that Cop actually released. On its own, it was underwhelming. But it did start a communication and friendship between myself and Teho.

Teho and I went on to release an album under the name Here. In the process, I spent a lot of time in Italy with Teho, and we became best friends. Both of our creative work has continued to evolve and grow. He is now one of the top composers for film and tv in italy. I continue to learn so much from Teho, both on the level of life and living, and on a creative level. He has helped me become a better person through his selfless and loving approach to those around him. And at times I listen to his music and I feel like I don’t need to create any more, as these songs have already been realized. And this isn’t a bad thing, it’s not a feeling of futility. It’s more like a weight has been lifted.

Today is the last day in the south of France. We are staying up in the mountains above the Mediterranean , near a small town named mons. I came here with a long list of activities to do, but we all seem to find the most happiness just hanging around, reading, resting, swimming. Top,or row we are off to Paris. Then home. Looking forward to seeing the catacombs, something we tried to do in Roma but time just ran out.

Germany / Human Flesh

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on June 8, 2012 by jimcolemanmusic

Is Germany the country of origin for leiderhosen? Perhaps not, maybe it’s Austria. I had to wear the feared leiderhosen on several occasions as a wee lad, less than 5 I believe. A good friend of mine just revealed to me last week that his mom made him wear the leiderhosen to school every day as a kid. An evil situation that he ended up having to fight himself out of. He laughed as he talked about it, like it was an unfortunate situation but rather funny in retrospect. I’d still be in therapy crying over that if it were me.

Leiderhosen aside, I am currently in Germany. Outside of Kassel, home of the Documenta Art Festival. Proud to say my mother in law is part of Documenta this year, she has an installation. Haven’t seen it yet, but am looking forward to it. I do know that it spills outside of the four walls of the art space and in to the streets as a performance, with people walking the city wearing a variety of sandwich boards. These boards can simultaneously be funny and confrontational. One says, “I EAT HUMAN FLESH”. I have the best mother in law ever.

Our trip over here was an ongoing example of business and the care of customers in the new economy. The flight was 2 hours late in departing. Not due to anything other than “the crew needed to clean the plane”. Didn’t this use to be taken in to account when the airlines made their schedules? The next thing to go was the entertainment system, not good on an 8 hour flight. They finally got that up and running. When we neared Frankfurt, we were put in a holding pattern. Then, once we landed they did not have a gate for us, probably because we were 2 hours late.

I know, I can tell. As I’m writing this, I sound like such an ingrate. And I’m actually feeling pretty good right now. Got a little nap, which revived my perspective. Grateful to be traveling, seeing different parts of the world. Sometimes it just takes a little bit of time digging myself out of jet lag and it’s inherent pessimism. But I am good. Happy, actually. Even though that feels uncomfortable to say.