the journals of alan rhodes

(Andy's) October 19, Friday
Another ounce, this one 26 grams (I made all my money back) Larry + me go up to see Janice + Bev and go to a drop-in up there with Brian, Cathy, Murray and Cathy's friend. It turns out to be a shitty little place in a totally strange area. We (Larry, Jan, Bev + me) meet Mike Saywers + two friends of his. We go to their house + smoke some dope till 10 then we split back to the dance + from there to the Sources MacDonald's (Larry + me picked up by Dave Hampson going home). Jan wasn't too mad over Wednesday.

(Andy's) October 20 Saturday
Totally screwed-up night. Jan fucks off-she freezed up towards me (Bev says it's because I'm always so quiet + she can't kid around with me. I'd changed since the night of the dance) Oh well..... I got ripped anyways but Danny screwed up my head-(finished the job Jan started) Pat says Sue likes me again.....

Date: September the 19th , in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and seventy three
Question: "Why is there a rolling paper in the top of the page?"
Answer: It's for you Gillian, just in case you get something to put in it (ha! ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...)
Fact: If you see a [stoned mouse] on the page, it means I'm STONED when I wrote this. (remember for future letters)
Dearest Darling Duppling (as in dump)
As you will notice, I forgot the "M" in dumpling (not meaning to). Not wanting to spend a fun filled weekend with Donna, I wrote.
Now to despence [sic] with the small talk, "How are you? Are you having fun?, We miss you soooo (ha) much...etc"

Commercial: Ekkk! We found Mrs P. Jones of Dollard in her bedroom, but we appear to have come at a somewhat bad time, so we return to our program...

(Andy's) October 21, Sunday
Jan phones me today! "I feel so crummy" she says. I see her for about five minutes outside Larry's-apparently she still likes me too. But Christ, I hardly ever see her.

Jim Green [I'm not sure about that name] is in the hospital with apendicitus. Larry has to move out tomorrow. I got fed up Sunday night-I feel like taking off for awhile-get my head together.

No drawings, recordings or films were made (or survive) from October. One strip of film taken in a machine at Fairview is in my collection, of Larry, Maggie, Sue, Ralph, John Tate and myself, on October 29th.

I began to hang around with Rob Fenoulhet. I'd know him since at least 1969, and our parents had known each other in Africa (it also helped we both had cars). He stopped hanging with Foster, Fred and Ernie [Finnley], who were among the main drug dealers in the school). Ernie did so much acid over a period of time he got the name 'Crazy Ernie' (he would collect radiation with a nickel, holding it up in his hand, pointed towards the sun), and run into the Frost fence at school and bounce off).

Rob drove a navy blue, 1969 Volvo, and loved The Who (103). His parents were Brits, like my father.

(Rob and I, and others (?) went to see "Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii" at the Dorval Theatre, sometime in the winter (?)...)

I went to the Dollard Drive-In with Rob, Ralph Bird and Tim Harron. I got so stoned I forgot the films as I watched them. The second one had a parhana scene. This might have been October 19, Friday.

103. The Who. I was aware of them as far back as 1965 (My Generation), but they came to the fore because of 'Tommy', (which by 1970 was being produced in a stage version), and their appearance at Woodstock and the subsequent film (the soundtrack of which I listened to in the summer of 1970). Sheila Robinson was listening to 'Tommy' when I visited her in Toronto in August 1971. It was at this time that 'Who's Next' was released, and became a FM radio standard. The Who was all I can remember Rob Fenoulhet ever listening to.