"Showdown at the DK Corral"

East Bay Ray of the legendary Dead Kennedys is a friend of a friend of mine. He has attended many of the same social events in the past as I have. During the time that he and the other guys were suing Jello Biafra for stealing money from the band via their back catalog, there happened to be a bunch of parties. At one such party he walked in and everyone said hi, hey, how's it going Ray? He took one look around and said, "Welllllll, there's been a showdown at the DK corral."

(ray, klaus and DH won the case)

Funnily enough, Jello lives right across the street from me in a particularly ugly, albeit monstrous house, seen here...(the brown one in the middle)



I wonder how many punk rockers live in mansions. I bet Ray doesn't but then again, he wasn't the given the money that he rightfully earned! It was stolen by his pal who lives in this mansion! OOOPS!!

A wizard in charge with Ray's guitar

When I hear the opening parts of East Bay Ray's guitar in the song, "Chicken Farm," by the Dead Kennedys, I am thrust into a cosmos fantasy.

I'm reborn as a magician, a wizard and I have the power to send lightning bolts of energy out of the tips of my fingers into all of space. My arms spin around like a hippie at a Dead show, loose and free. I throw the high vocal guitar far, like a ribbon of light and it touches the Earth, all of it, and sprays white stars of pleasure and clarity. The sound fluctuates, comes closer, goes further, it gives a little of itself to every single thing in existence.

Like laser lights on a moonless night, I'm a wizard in charge with Ray's guitar, and I'm making everything happy.