Kittyvision
From The Secret History of the Cedar Valley
Band Members
- Clair Clarke - Guitar, Vocals
- Brian Stockdale - Drums
- Quentin Duarte - Bass
There is rumur of a live tape of Kitty Vision at (Stebs?) approx. fall of '87. If you have such a tape please contact Q. Duarte-at duarteqw@yahoo.com
when i first came to UNI i started out as a music major. i had this beautiful red Gibson 355 stereo guitar (just like B.B.) One day I was carrying my axe back to my dorm room or apt when this skanky looking blonde haired dude came up to me and out of the blue is like "Hey, can I see your guitar?" He seemed pretty trustworthy so I let him check it out...then he was like "can I give 'er a go?" (I always had a thing about other people playing my instruments-I really like the oil on my hands but dislike people w/dirty greasy grimey hands slobering over clean guitars.
"Are you hands clean...I asked?"
Later Clair Clarke would be a roomate of mine at several locales. The name Kittyvision came from that awful house that we rented. My room had a broken window and I froze my butt off all winter long. I used to sleep on the floor w/everything I owned piled ontop of me for blankets. We used to scavenge stuff out of the alley ways (mostly toaster ovens) One time I found this 10 inch TV and I painted it all silver and drew a metaloid Kitty on the front. It was a sacred icon that helped me get through some lonely times at that awful place.
Kittyvision Anthem:
Left some milk by the door All you leave me is dead Mice on the floor.
Even though it's warm inside I hear ya crying in the night I don't want to own you and Call you silly names I don't want to name you And play your sill games...
CHORUS Stay away from my trash... 2x
Repeat Verse Repeat Chorus Kitty Jam...
I had this feeling I was never going to survive that winter in that awful house...I tried sleeping in the basement once but it was haunted, and we had it rigged to be completely dark. I had all the lights shut off and then I got this awful nose bleed... so I was runnin' around yelling in the basement like "Sissy" in Carie, trying to turn on the lights, and nobody even woke up. So I went back to sleeping upstairs (with the mice) I used to do some ameture dumpster diving in those days. On time the CFPD stoppe me because I was walking around town w/a box full of day old danish from the bakery that used to be by the blackhawk. "You look suspicious..." they always say you look suspicious...like what's in the box? Jeffry Dhamer's head all mummified. "No officer, I'm sorry you can't look in the box...I'd like to speak w/my attorney..."
In the spring of that year I was so estatic I decided to take a Kittyvision vacation all by myself. I grabbed my stick and like this polyester flight-bag man purse thing that I had and I took off for the hills like greased lightening! I left the crash pad it was 4 or 5 am and I headed for the highways...You know and I had like that Headeast song playing over and over again in my head...it was very liberating. You all know howit goes, "There's never been any reason, for me to think about you! (Chorus-Save my life I'm goin' down for the last time! Women w/a sweet love better than a white lie!) Duh Duh Duh Dom! Duh Duh Duh Dom! Yes the song of my heart, the mantra of my life-save my life...somebody.
So there I was w/my stick. Walkin' the rail road trax outta dodge. (At about 7 am the hiway got to busy for skatin' so I sought refuge on the trax..."I walk the line, 'cause yor mine..." became intermixed w/ Blackfoot's "Train Train take me on outta this place!" W/ some Robert Johnson "Freight train freight train comin' down the bend..." All sorta flying around inside my ole cabesa. I just kept goin' until the trax led me into this nasty ole swapified mosquito laden undergrowth...At that moment I had to stop...I thought "Lord what kinda hell fire and damnation is this place that the lawd good goddy has taken me too...I need a respite not the inferno...I figured if I fell into this quagmire the they's might never find me...ever.
So I turned my butt around and started for home. I don't thinks I saw the light, but I did not see the light of a freight train haulin' ass toward me to knock me off the trax either...o' course when I got back into town there was a sheriff there waiting to greet me..."We all thought you looked suspicious...know what I mean boy!?"
Enter Deliverence soundtrack here w/flaming "Dueling Banjoes" played by Flaming Lips through a infinite wall of Marshalls..."How 'bout I give ya a lift back into town boy...ya shore looks a bit weary...just throw yor stuff in the back...ya can ride in style w/the captain up in the front..." Then he radioed some stuff into the station...Enter Cheap Trick's "...Mommy's alright, daddy's alright they just seem a little weird...surrender, but don't give yourself away...AWAY!"
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When we lived in the Kittyvision house I was into my own version of macrobiotics. I used to cook a lot of brown rice. I used to ride my stick to this bakery out let and buy loaves of bread for like twenty five cents. We would score government honey and cheese at the Waterlulu food bank. I would make toast w/this bread smothered in honey...I was starvin'...sometimes I would just sit there and eat a whole loaf of bread as toast w/honey and tea...and I would drink so much tea and coffee that my hands would be shakin'...
Clair lived in the Kittyvision house on a part time basis. You never knew when he was going to be there or when he'd show up. When he did show up we had a lot of Kittyvision music and psychic-ceremonial-tribal-ritualistic happenings. Once I was lost in my bedroom for three days under all my belongings and nobody knew where I was...But praise all the faithful followers of Kittyvision I was found!
