PURPLE PIED PUNKER ROCKS AT 63
TORONTO DAILY STAR: TUESDAY JULY 20 1999
By D'Arcy Doran
Toronto Star Entertainment Reporter
Founder of annual festival wants to create a Nashville for the punk world
He's the Forrest Gump of Punk.
The six-foot, five-inch 215 pound man known as Spider, is immediately
recognizable as he makes his way through downtown Trenton with his multi-colored
Mohawk haircut. Warren Hastings is going on 59, has found the fountain
of youth and its punk rock.
Spider's lead a musically-charmed life, getting to know jazz greats and
stumbling onto the humble beginnings of the punk scene in London, England.
He's moved constantly but has always managed to land with his feet firmly
on the ground. Today he's organizing four punk rock festivals for his
RR2 Marmora abode -the first, Spring Bash, this Victoria Day weekend -
all in support of animal welfare.
"Spider was the name given to me accidentally years ago when I worked
for A&P as a stockboy in Toronto," he said. "One of the girls a cashier,
came up with all these nicknames and somehow she came up with Spider and
it stuck… This old lady dropped a whole bag of groceries because she thought
there was a spider on her and there was a big mess I had to clean up.
Everyone stated to laugh and called me Spider, and it stuck. I suit it
anyway because I'm all arms and legs when I dance. That was over 45 years
ago."
Spiders early musical leaning was towards heavy soul, jazz and rhythm
and blues. "I think I was nine-years-old when I went to my first jazz
concert: Norman Granz Jazz at the Philharmonic, in Toronto. They used
to travel all over North America, and some of the jazz greats were on
that bill.
"I used to go out dancing a lot and was always going to start a band,
but never did. I've always been around the musical scene and gotten to
know a lot of bands and musicians.
I guess somehow I feel myself directed into promotion. I figure once I
retire that's what I'm going to end up doing because it seems to be happening
anyway".
Spider never got beyond Grade 11, but has always had a job, whether in
an architect's office or with a thermos bottle manufacturing company.
"But I was always restless and always searching. I was always on the move,"
he said. That transient feeling saw spider in Montreal for five years,
where he worked in an A&P bakery before heading to a farm in the Maritimes
as part of the self-reflective Woodstock generation in late 1971.
"It was a wood lot farm with a country garden; enough o keep myself going.
I was very influenced by the Woodstock generation. I was into macrobiotics
and didn't eat meat for a few years; I'm trying to cut out eating meat
today. Then I got bored with the farm scene… It's a funny thing."
Spider said he was torn between two choices, Europe or the west coat.
"It's the last minute and I'm standing in from of the ticket guy at the
airport in Halifax, and he says, 'Where to?'.
"I said 'Just a minute.' I thought I'd flip a quarter and if it turns
up the queen I'll go to England; if it turns up the moose I'll go to Vancouver.
It turned up the Queen, so I said, 'One ticket to London, and that's how
I got to England."
Spider went sight-seeing for a month and landed the job of Woolworth's
credit manager, shortly before joining the punk scene.
"I didn't look then like I do now, but I didn't like dressing in a pinstripe
suit and a tie all day long either. I hated it. I had the best of shirts
and ties, but I could hardly wait to get my shirt and tie of at night.
In fact it's funny. I turned into the punk scene when I was a Woolworth's
manager; I'd rush home, pick up a couple of cans of beer at the off-license
(beer store), rush back to my flat, mess my hair up and off comes the
suit and on comes the black leather and chains. By day I was a business
man, by night a punker."
It was late 1976 and punk hit London like the blitz when fate threw Spider
head-long into punk and the Sex Pistols. "They (Sex Pistols) phoned me
up because I'd bought a mobile disco - two turntables in a box a little
bigger than a coffin - and I had started hiring myself out for parties…
I used to call myself Spider's Funky Mobile Disco.
"The Sex Pistols hired me. They'd hired a strip tease club, the Tropicana
in Soho, to get recording executives out so they could land a recording
contract. They wanted music which lead up to the type of music they were
going to play; the music that influenced them.. I loved it right away,
the outrageousness of it, the honesty of it. Singing about the problems
of the day instead of the dreams you can't live."
Spider continued his night and day life, working in places like Luton,
England for the Vauxhall Motors plant and travelling to London and across
Europe at night and on weekends to continue his punk odyssey.
"I've had the best time with punk bands in England," he said. "The scene
was a lot more intense there than here, probably because of the stiff
English upbringing; then all of a sudden it was a break from tradition."
Fate pulled Spider back into Canada's web; his father and sister died,
and his mother was getting on in years when he took her touring across
Europe and parts of Africa.
Shortly after his mother died in 1981 Spider was diagnosed as having a
weak heart, told he had less than two weeks to live, told to quit drinking
and smoking.
"I got stuck here… There were a few nights when I thought I was on my
way out, but managed to survive. I was very sick for quite a while. Even
thought I was on welfare - I wasn't home long enough to qualify for unemployment
insurance - I was bored so I started volunteering for animal welfare groups.
My doctor advised me to move out to the country and get better air, so
that's why I ended up in Marmora in the fall of 1983.
Spider wound up working at CFB Trenton a couple years later, again quite
by accident. "I'd had a couple of jobs in Belleville that it turned out
weren't worth anything. So I'm talking to my neighbor who's in hospital
in Belleville when something told me out of the clear blue sky to come
to Trenton. I went to the employment office, and for one hour they had
to sign up about jobs at the base. They put the sign up and took it down
in the time I was there, and I applied for a job and got it. It was and
accident; it was so weird. They love me. I'm everything they can't do,
and everything they can't be."
Spiderland Acres is about 80 acres of rough timberland that hosts several
punk fests each year in support of animal welfare. But Spider, and Spiderland
Acres, nearly bought the farm two years ago.
"I had some weirdos who tried to burn me out; tried to kill me two years
ago on Labour Day… I lost everything. I lost all my tapes, my videos my
pictures of my family, everything."
That same summer he got a role in a movie, TekWar, with William Shatner
where he plays a green-haired street person banging on a telephone booth.
I'm only in it for a few minutes but I'm there… I was with a few other
movies before, dealing with the punk scene. When punk exploded I was on
the BBC and there was a German film crew that took pictures of me dancing,
but I never saw those.
Punk, Spider says, keeps him young. He's run into older punk rockers,
including an 80-year-old Toronto couple.
"Sure it's uncommon to be a punk at 59… Does punk keep you young? Probably.
Punk keeps me going… I'm not treated or dealt with on an age basis. A
lot of kids I know treat me like one of them. Yeah (it's like a fountain
of youth); that's; the way it's always been." Driving a hearse as his
personal vehicle never bothered Spider because "death doesn't have any
significance to me: To me it should be as beautiful as birth. It's just
an exit you know. I think people build it up bigger than it should be."
Beside Springbash this weekend there's the fifth annual Punkfest, July
14-16, in honor of his 59th birthday. This July 13. This will be the fifth
annual event. The Labor Day punkfest last year was 90 per cent French,
with bands out of Quebec. "It was just an amazing party. It was very interesting.
I couldn't understand a lot of what they were singing, but boy it was
good." A Halloween/Thanksgiving bash is slated for the Thanksgiving weekend.
For those of you who don't know there's a lot of slam dancing or moshing.
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