aka Brycething, aka Bryce Krispies
has been my pal and one of my chief victims, ever since he
moved to Vancouver from Saskatoon in the eighties, fleeing
for his life. At that time the Prairies were not a safe place
for punk rockers who looked a little weird so Bryce sought
safety in the relatively tolerant atmosphere of the West Coast.
Since that time he and I have done a lot together, for years
we've terrorized the Vancouver alternative gallery scene with
our determined assaults on any free food on offer and our
rousing football chants of "Art! Art! Art! We love Art!"
and I, with bassist Steve Geary, formed the "garbage rock"
band, Puke Theatre, a small but legendary part of the Vancouver
music scene, mostly because my drum set was really made out
of garbage! Sheet metal, mostly. People who stare at us in
awe onstage at the noise we generated, some maniacs even danced.
played guitar and sang, admittedly for the most part not at
the same time.Bryce
has a real talent for improvising song lyrics, which also
on occasion has made him a formidable slam poet. Eventually
I had to switch to drums to save my hands and the band was
never the same after that.
has been in many of my comics, mostly in Big Thing. (He also
makes a cameo in a crowd scene in Buddha, but I don't think
he knows it yet. Where's Bryce?) After awhile Bryce became
a little annoyed with my admittedly goofy portrayal of him
and I'll also admit caricature was never my strongpoint.
appearance in one of my comics was as the "man who couldn't
feed the cat", a reputation he has yet to live down. Well,
right here and now I am putting that slander I created to
rest! Since that story was printed Bryce has been my regular
cat sitter for over ten years and I can tell you he does a
artist's life has been hard on Bryce, just getting reliable
housing in this city of impossible rents has put Bryce through
a series of Roommate Hell's too awful to relate. At one point
he seriously considered moving into a homemade trailer. But
when he is able find the stability and time Bryce paints,
writes lyrics and poetry, creates mini-comics featuring his
creation, "Junkflesh", the man made of living garbage. He
is currently training in bike repair.
to Bryce for me at: firstname.lastname@example.org