Bennie, Andy and I went to the Holiday Inn in Pointe Claire
[at first upstairs in the Winged Chair (named for the leather
chairs there), then downstairs] to the Blind Pig. We met Mike Sawyer and Mike (a
guy from the Ste Anne pool hall)
[this seems to have been none other than Mike Biscott of
later infamy. The group was bad, it wasn't my kind of place
(it seems to have been Sue's idea)].
failure.Went to Lesley's, Judy there too. Two guys came
August. In London John Lydon, aka Johnny Rotten, auditioned
for the Sex Pistols. The punk movement totally passed
us by in the period 1975-77, FM radio controlled what
we heard and it wasn't punk (bits and pieces of the new
music surfaced ei 'Pattie Smith', 'The Stranglers'. I
did see the Ramone's first album in a store, but..). The
newest music around? Disco...Bruce Springstein...]
attempts on President Ford's life
by Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme
and Sara Jane Moore
September 5 and 22, 1975
September 2 Tuesday
day of the 3rd semester at John Abbott. Bennie and I drove
in, we saw on the way a truck in the shape of a giant cow
[which no one believed].
MUC police were on strike, and to protest they drove around
with all their sirens on all at once. An audio recording
Westmount [visited Gillian, Alex and others there. Gillian was going
to school in town].
I had a class, Psychology with Rob,
and Anthropology with Peter Fiset.
In that class I first heard Peter
use the word "Brack". He used it like "I'm
bracked out", meaning the feeling of smoking earlier
in the day, and now it's 4:30 and you've had enough class.
By the way, at this time students could smoke cigarettes
My future logo makes its appearance this month as my initials
put together to form a triangle.
at Brenda's apartment [on Lakeshore
road in PC near Sources]. Maggie, Guy, Rob, Mich,
Heather, Louise and a friend.
the party the girls wanted to go downtown [dancing.
Disco was everywhere. I'd seen my first 'Disco Sucks'
t-shirt in the summer at the Mapes.
We waited in line at one place, until Louise talked back
to the doorman over ID.
We (Heather, Louise, Brenda, a friend
and I] went
to another place, the Lorilie. [This
was near the only gay bar I knew of at this time, the
Brenda had more than one party. Alison, Kevin were at
one. Brenda had run around the Mapes on night asking people
to come, unfortunately some did. As we left Mike and I
could hear it as we walked on Lakeshore road (and her
apartment was on the top floor of a highrise).
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