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Interview with Chris Estey

Chris Estey and I go back a ways. We trolled on the same message boards in the late 1990s, but didn’t really get to know one another until I moved to Seattle in 2006. While at first glance Chris may appear intimidating, he’s really an incredibly sweet guy with a great sense of humor. He’s also a fine writer, whose piece on Phil Ochs was part of Da Capo’s Best Music Writing collection in 2010. Chris has led a really interesting life and if you ever meet him, you should ask him to tell you the story about how he kicked Henry Rollins out of his bed back in the ‘80s.

What’s your connection with the documentary Spokanarchy!? How did you get to doing press for it?

I told you some stories about Spokane.

Yes.

Like the one about kicking Henry Rollins out of my bed. And Joey Shithead getting mad at me for chasing people with fu-fu haircuts at a party at the group house that D.O.A. was staying at. You know, after I lost my testicle.

[laughs]

Well, my parents were living in Spokane and I was living in Seattle back in the early 1980s. I was doing a bunch of political stuff over here like a Marxist-Leninist faction. I was doing a lot of protesting, like pro-abortion protesting and anti-Reagan war in Nicaragua protesting. So my parents had moved to Spokane from another town in eastern Washington, Kennewick, and I decided to go live with them because I had no money or friends left in Seattle after donating my life to the cause. I was an administrator for a group called North American Anarchist Network. So I thought I could go to Spokane and do that shit and I did for a little while until I basically got run out of town. While I was there I made friends with everyone who was in the movie. Basically everyone in the movie I know except some of the people who were in the bands later on. The principal filmmaker was Dave Halsell and he worked with four other people. It was a five-person team who did the movie. Dave was the guy I knew. Dave was in a band called the Sow. Actually, their full name was An 425 Pound Yorkshire Sow. It was a noise performance art band that would freak people out. And he was one of those poor unfortunates in the punk rock scene in the 80s who got sent to a Mormon boot camp. His parents were Episcopalian but they decided to send him to a Mormon boot camp in Utah. When I entered the Spokane scene everyone loved Dave. He endured a year of that shit and then eventually made his way back from Utah. So he was kind of a martyr to the scene when I got involved with it. I knew him briefly before he left and then when he came back.

When he got a hold of me, Spokane was having a bunch of reunions. Some people had emailed me and wanted to know why I wasn’t responding to peoples’ emails. And I’m not a big nostalgia guy. I had some very bad times in Spokane; most of them caused by myself. It was almost all my fault and I didn’t want to relive it. Then when the movie was done and I found out it was Dave, I told him I’d send him a list of publications where it should start being reviewed. I just thought it was going to be a punk rock doc but I knew that Spokane is weird so I knew it was going to be a weird doc.

While Dave and I were never particularly close back then, I respected him. He said he’d like to have some help with where it needed to go. And even though we hadn’t seen each other for almost 30 years we got together at the Elliott Bay Bookstore here in Seattle and spent five or six hours talking. He had read my interview with Steve Ignorant of Crass and knew I had handled the Black Angels and knew my work with Light in the Attic Records. And I changed my mind about being involved. I decided it would be interesting to be involved, especially since I had felt completely ostracized and cut out of that scene.

Why had you felt that way?

At some point in my life I felt that everyone in that town hated me. I felt I had been driven out of that town due to my behavior.

What had you done? Just drugs and drinking and stuff?

Well, without naming names, I’d do something like walk into a club and punch the bouncer in the face. I burned a guy on a speed deal and that guy has never forgiven me. I asked Dave why he was getting involved with me, because I was under the impression that people still hated me and he said, “I don’t think so.”

So this kind of came out of nowhere, but Roy told me that you did this movie with Calvin Johnson called Have You Ever Grown A Beard? What was the impetus behind that?

I do have to ask you – have you ever grown a beard?

I’ve tried but it doesn’t turn out well.

Well, you’re a good-looking man, so I guess you don’t need to hide.

So what happened was I got that story published in Best Music Writing 2010

Phil Ochs?

Yeah. It was from a fanzine and never intended to be in any mainstream, commercial thing. I sent copies to a bunch of different people and one of them was Daphne Carr, who at the time was editor at Da Capo. So it got published. And then a year ago this woman, Kathy Wolf, meets me. She’s going out with Pat Thomas, who wrote Listen, Whitey! They’re kind of a creative team and they decided to do a movie.  I don’t know how they came up with it, but they thought it would be interesting for me to interview Calvin Johnson. They didn’t know if I had ever met Calvin Johnson before.

Kathy never told me why she chose Calvin and I as a topic. I actually didn’t know Calvin. I knew of him. There’s a venue here now called Columbia City Theater and it’s a beautiful old, historic theater. Kathy wanted to film a documentary there. The idea would be to have me read from the book, so that people knew who I was and then have me interact with Calvin. My take on it is that it’s just a film version of the live fanzine I like to do. As opposed to reading discographies and discussing specific histories – basically I take the place of the audience because I’m as big as the audience collectively. [laughs] And I sit up there and I usually get very drunk and ask knowledgeable questions but also fucked-up questions. I make it meaty but also weird where anything can happen. And that’s what I tried to do with the Calvin piece.

So how do you feel about it? Are you happy with how it turned out?

Oh, I’ve never seen it. [laughs] It’s showing in Portland on February 24th and Calvin’s going to be there. But because I don’t leave within four blocks from my home I won’t be there. But I will make it up to Capital Hill in Seattle for the March 5th showing at the North West Film Forum and I think Calvin’s going to make that too.

It’s a short film – about a half hour at the most. I’ve seen some clips and they’re very good. I thought it was interesting Kathy gave me a bottle of Jack Daniels about halfway through it. I was reading from the book and I was sweaty and itchy, but once I had the liquor in me I was doing better. And then we did the interview. I think the first question I asked him was “Have you ever had a beard?”

Was he receptive to this process or did he seem taken aback to being interviewed by you?

Calvin is a gentleman. He’s a sweetheart. When he initially met me I was sober and we were able to talk and things were going very well. I think after I ingested the Jack Daniels and he had performed he seemed a little bit nervous about what was going to happen and my questions may have been a little strange for him. And there was no audience. I think if he had had an audience to play to it would have been a different thing. But what had happened was, because of the nature of his persona, which I don’t think is contrived at all, when it was juxtaposed with mine I think it created an interesting energy. Which is I overshare and spill out everywhere. And his work is appreciative of that. He’s passionate about flakes and losers and freaks like me. So as different as we look from each other, I think people will be interested in the juxtaposition of the similarities and the differences.

How was it different than the other interviews you’d done in a similar setting with Eugene Robinson from Oxbow, Steve from Crass and David Yow from Scratch Acid?

Not very because Calvin and I are really passionate about what we’re doing. And even though Calvin isn’t as aggressive musically or socially like those other guys are, he’s still an extremist. He’s still a freak. All the people I’ve interviewed and all the people I’m interested in are people who try and re-define reality in their own way. They’re not really happy with how society projects itself on other people. People don’t want you to be strong or mindful because it takes away from how they can manipulate you. The stronger you are with yourself, the more off-putting it will be for those people who don’t share those energies. So every single interview I’ve done, including this one with Calvin, has been with someone who has basically said, “Fuck you! I’m starting a house where all the weird kids can hang out.”

It seems that music has affected you more than any other thing in life and I’m wondering why you think that is.

That’s an interesting question. I think all the stuff we’re talking about – it all leads to one thing: Punk really wasn’t about punk. A lot of this was about learning a way of life: how to live and create a reality that isn’t imposed upon us by others. You can get all socio-political about it but I don’t think that’s necessary. I think reality – not just society, but reality – really sucks. If I turn on the TV, the most asinine crap will be screamed at me and I’m supposed to accept that as reality. When you realize how lonely people are you realize reality isn’t doing them very much good. Whatever they’re clinging to in terms of sanity, it’s all really based in vanity. The only thing we can do is to find mutual self-indulgence, which is to really enjoy the passions of others and ourselves and make that as mutual as possible. And if it seems reckless or childish, then I think that’s probably it as its most transcendent. Being there for other people in joy and in the pain is the only meaningful moment in the world.

I think in punk rock – as Jaime Hernandez of the Love & Rockets comic said – punk rock was how you drank your coffee in the morning. And he doesn’t answer that – how you drink your coffee in the morning. It’s how you do it. And what it is, is that you wake up and you know the day is fucked and you’re basically going to kick at the darkness as hard as you can. Or laughing at it as hard as you can. But the reality is such a sheer, horrible burden, so fuck the shit out of it. Just enjoy the fuck out of the moment. Whatever you’ve been given now is awesome, but it’s also on loan and hopefully your shoelace won’t break. But it will. [laughs]


Best & Worst Jobs

This past summer I did this series of interviews with friends with whom I have worked. I actually DO have a job now. Whee! Thanks to all who participated and shared.

I finished grad school (masters in American Studies) recently and have been doing the job search thing. It can be kind of frustrating while simultaneously exciting because you never know where you may end up. I decided to contact some people I’ve worked with and see what their best and worst jobs were in the hopes that it would scare and encourage me at the same time. (Ironically, as I type this intro, the shuffle on my iTunes is playing the Smiths’s song “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” with its line “I was looking for a job and then I found a job / and heaven knows I’m miserable now.”)

Shauna Daly
(used to write for my now defunct zine, Actionattackhelicopter, and we worked together at Bellwether Manufacturing / Secretly Canadian / Jagjaguwar / SC Distribution)

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? Why?

I wouldn’t define any of my jobs in particular as being horrible. There are bits of every job I’ve had that I’ve enjoyed and hated. I’ve never “loved” a job, and i’ve hated something about all of them.

My working life thus far has been predominately healthcare related. Care related work is taxing – emotionally and physically. But in the rush of taking people to the bathroom, bathing them, feeding them, getting them into and out of bed I shared some pretty tender moments with the residents I worked with. The work was never easy, but those moments melted all of that away. Instead of patients, I started to see grandparents, perhaps my own in a way, and I “adopted” each of them.

The bad thing about any of these types of jobs is the observable erosion of care. The assembly line training, where people become commodities and capitalism erodes human nature. I remember feeling rushed more often than not, trying to care for 10-15 people in a single shift. I wanted to spend more time with them, but I had to do laundry, clean up after meals, strip beds, give baths, answer bathroom lights – all because it saved the facility money to have me do all that work, than to hire multiple workers. Fewer employees means higher profits for those higher-ups who only set foot in the building when they came to tell you that you weren’t doing it right. Telling a little old lady that you can’t sit with her any longer and listen to her stories of being a young girl is like kicking a hungry puppy. It’s horrible. It’s probably the worst feeling I’ve ever felt.

What’s the best job you’ve ever had? Why?

My favorite job was in Chicago. I was working in a downtown coffee shop/antique bookstore in Chicago across from Grant Park.  I would wake up at the crack of dawn, ride my bike to the El, and stick my nose in a book all the way downtown on the train. It was nice to ride a bike down mostly deserted streets, as was reading a few books a week while traveling to and from work. I enjoyed watching people on the train, or on the streets below. I’d try to imagine what was brewing in their little bubbles. Everyone kept to themselves on those commutes, but silence speaks volumes when reading lines on faces.

I liked the autonomy this job afforded me. I opened the store in the mornings, the owner came and went as he pleased, and I closed up at the end of the day. I spent a lot of my day chatting up customers, reading, (making coffee of course), and just getting to know people in the area: the regulars, the artists in the Fine Arts Building, the nerdy Roosevelt guys, tourists, lost business men, etc.

A lot of the regular customers gave me gifts. This Sikh man around my age gave me this little woven hippy bag, and a Ben Harper CD. Not sure why. Another guy made me this weird penguin collage, with Astroturf detail. One guy gave me a $20 tip – he used to come in and tell me about his girlfriend who lived in D.C. They would have phone “dates” where they would both go to Borders, and walk around looking for books together. The Roosevelt nerds wrote a coffee shop review for their paper, saying that I was “bookish, but friendly, and a little intimidating”. A little old Italian man who drove a horse-drawn carriage asked me to accompany him to Taste of Chicago, and offered me a horse driver job. The kid across the hall at the diner would help me stack the outdoor chairs, and asked me on a date. When I turned him down, nobody from the cafe would wave to me anymore.

I think what made this job so great was the fact that I didn’t have anyone breathing down my neck. My boss would bring up a bottle of wine on occasion, and we’d sit while I closed up shop and he’d tell me stories of being a young punk in 1980′s Chicago. The people made the job. It was a sociological awakening for me. I was constantly exposed to and studying different people. There wasn’t the pressure of having to meet deadlines, or bedtimes. I could just observe, converse, and withdraw at leisure.

It was also my first “non-adult” job as an adult. Previous to this I worked full time in jobs where I was support staff, punched in and out, received paper checks in an envelope, took 30-minute lunch breaks, etc. The coffee job was a cash job, plus tips, free coffee, no rules. As a 23 year old, I was in heaven!

Chris Estey
(I used to write for his now defunct zine, Bandoppler)

What was the worst job you’ve had? Why?

I was the front desk man at an apartment building owned by a management company that expected me OCD-style to log every movement the tenants made, put up with a big black drug dealing pimp yelling at me every five minutes on every shift, clean all the communal bathrooms in the building spotless with one rag, scrub the community hall of vomit with the same mop and bucket we didn’t have time to clean while checking the worst junkies and hookers in the city in and out (most of whom made it a point to be as abusive as possible), and clean up after a messy suicide without rubber gloves or a face mask. The middle of my third day there I punched the front desk to pieces and they let me go.

What was the best job you’ve had? Why?

My favorite job will probably always be to help begin and protect the Wintonia, a 92-unit apartment building near Capitol Hill in Seattle that was specifically for giving homeless people a permanent home. Once a posh hotel as it was established in the early part of the 20th century, it passed through time being a Buddhist monastery and a cult-like Christian social center to finally ending up in the hands of the Archdiocese. This was when that organization was more concerned with helping the poor than hiding abuses and forcing their religion on people downtown and getting involved in right wing politics. (R.I.P.) My boss was a pipe-smoking activist and science fiction fan who like me had been a member of a justice for Central America organization. Every time he saw me on shift, day, swing, or night time, working the front desk, he’d ask “How’s the book coming?” (It never did, but he knew what was important to me.) I was fresh out of rehabilitation and had never had a job I cared about (I’d mostly been a temp file clerk and muscle for a loan shark getting money back from the religiously duped in the 80s), and from moving the heavy, newly donated furniture in (up six flights of stairs), to wrestling some guy for his knife the first night I worked there, I really admired our mission. It was harm reduction, though that word didn’t exist then, which was letting drunks and addicts live there as long as they let others go unmolested. When that would occasionally happen, I’d take action like a pit bull. I beat up a couple of tenants for grabbing tits and causing shit in the lobby, and ended up becoming security supervisor before running into a wall to save a crackhead and tearing my rotator cuff. I had been in the Christian music scene before (after a couple of years of AA and NA) and was coming to realize how selfish and narcissistic that whole scam was. American religion’s obsession with a “personal relationship” with a divine creator was all about feeling OK with our lack of responsibility in taking care of the dispossessed, and that it was “OK to be cool for Christ!” Sadly, I would let a job at Tooth & Nail Records tempt me back from being there for people who needed help and security as they tried to get better. Now, I admit that I loved being editor of my college newspaper and being drunk while I pumped out an issue laced with leftist propaganda every week; I loved working at Light In The Attic Records when the distributor wasn’t mad I was busting out mad press before he could get his product in stores and would get mad at me about it (ah, capitalism, more complicated than it seems); and as a freelancer I’ve loved terrorizing bands for articles in The Stranger and getting checks for it. (If you listen to my interview tapes you realize I am baiting and mocking my interview subjects relentlessly for shocked quotes.) BANDOPPLER is probably a close second to the Wintonia, for the same reason: The joyful building of creative if damaged community, the frenzied fun of collaboration in making something out of nothing (the They Might Be Giants issue was madly pulled out of our asses in a fit of uncertainty), having some ownership in a life changing project. But with the Wintonia I helped construct, develop, write all the rules for, and bring to life a tenement where a lot of people came to live new lives and die reasonably blissful deaths. It gave many people hope and kicked me out of a vile writer’s block. I learned a whole lot of necessary things by helping found and protecting the Wintonia: The 91 come before the one who is dead set on being a jack ass; punching him doesn’t really help anything; and we take almost everything in our lives for granted. When the Wintonia was established as low income housing in a down-trodden neighborhood the nearby owners of slums complained about the tenants moving in — and the building’s care and the way we used it helped the neighborhood to flourish and become beautiful and useful.

Sally Harless
(Did the artwork for the print version of Welcome to Flavor Country quite often)

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? Why?

The worst job I’ve ever had was when I was 17 and I worked as a hostess at an Italian restaurant. Everyone that worked there was so stressed out all the time! They would be in a bad mood everyday and take it out on their co-workers. At one point they wanted me to be a food runner, which I did not want to do. They didn’t train me to do it, they just threw me into it. I had to go to the counter to get the food, and take it to the table. The problem is that they didn’t really have a way to let you know what the dishes were and where they went. It seemed like everyone else just knew. I would just stand there and stare at the food trying to figure out what it was and where it was supposed to go. And then the other employees would get mad at me! I started crying and then left during the middle of my shift, and I never went back!

What’s the best job you’ve ever had? Why?

The best job I’ve had is probably the one I have now. I am a self-employed artist and make my living through my Etsy shop, traveling to different craft fairs, and doing freelance work and commissions. There are a lot of crappy things about my job, like I don’t have health insurance, I don’t make a lot of money, I sometimes work 12-14 hours a day, 6 or 7 days a week, and my hand and wrist hurt a lot. But there are a lot of really great things about my job. I can go swimming in the middle of the day if I need a break, watch (er, listen to) TV while I work, and work in my pajamas. I receive a lot of great feedback and compliments. I can’t get fired from my job, and there’s nowhere to go but up!

Me
(I work with myself all the time)

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? Why?

Working as a contractor for Booz Allen Hamilton to the EPA in Seattle doing records management was by far the worst job I’ve ever had. I’ve written a lot about it in past issues of the zine but I’ll give a brief summary of why I disliked that job so much. While I thought the mission we were doing was admirable (keeping records to help the Superfund program – the part of the EPA that cleans up toxic waste sites – and working with them on court cases against polluters), the government bureaucracy was totally evident. We were a sub-contractor to a general contractor that worked for the EPA. This meant at any one time I had three bosses: my boss at Booz Allen (the sub-contractor), the boss of the records center (the lead on the contract) and the contact at the EPA. This made things fairly confusing. This was compounded by the fact that my first boss was incompetent (he was in his late 60s and we seriously thought he might be suffering from dementia as he forgot things all the time) and also sexually harassed my work spouse. After he was finally fired (my work spouse had to sue people to get it accomplished) he was replaced by another boss that was also incompetent. On top of this we had fairly frequent turnover (I think half of our staff of 10 people left in the two years I was there – which is pretty high for professional work) and I had two different Booz Allen bosses during the time, neither of which was ever on-site or even in Seattle. We were also working at the EPA at a time when Bush was President, which meant the EPA was very underfunded. On top of this, I had a formal reprimand written against me for not following through on a request to do work that no one had ever told me about and had one contact at the EPA die of cancer and a co-worker I really liked who was consistently in and out of the hospital for hepatitis. I yelled at bosses on multiple occasions (which I’ve never done at other jobs) and even tried to get fired. I consistently could finish a day’s worth of work in half a day and then had nothing to do so would often just wander around downtown Seattle for an hour or two here and there. I started going to counseling mainly to talk about how much I hated my job and how depressed it made me to be behind a desk doing data entry (when they hired me under the premise I’d be doing work related to my library science degree). The only thing that really got me through the work was that some of my co-workers had great senses of humor and understood mine so we were able to laugh our way through many of the absurdities of the work.

What’s the best job you’ve ever had? Why?

The best job I ever had was from when I was 16 through the age of 18 and worked for the Christian music store in town, Music Express. My boss at the time I started was 23 and a local radio DJ. We weren’t a bookstore; we only carried Christian music and the boss was young enough that he was cool with me listening to Christian punk and alternative music, which may sound lame to most reading this but I was really into it at the time. The set-up was in what used to be a small dry cleaners drive-through booth, probably no more than 200 square feet. But basically I got paid to sit around, listen to music I wanted to listen to anyway, do my homework and talk to customers. Being that this was the mid to late 90s I also got to listen to CDs before they came out and was up on all kinds of music gossip (hey, it exists even in the Christian world). I also met a lot of cool people including some friends I still have today. After a time, Christian punk became somewhat trendy amongst a lot of the Christian kids in our Indiana city (of which most everyone was a Christian or did a pretty good job of acting like it) and I got sick of so many bands that sounded the same that I started listening to a lot of Adult Contemporary music while at work. Amy Grant, Michael W. Smith, Newsboys and Rebecca St. James were amongst the ones that got regular rotation. It confused all the punk kids who walked in and saw me, a punk kid, listening to singers their parents tuned into on their local Christian music station (WFRN – your friend of the family). I wouldn’t necessarily want to work in a setting like that now but for the time period it was a good job and a lot of fun.

Jeremiah Wade
(Used to write for my now defunct zine, Actionattackhelicopter, and we worked together at Menards in high school)

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? Why?

The worst job I’ve ever had would actually have to be a tie between two jobs: being a cashier at Menards and detasseling corn. Detasseling sucked for a number of reasons, the main one being the dumb, racist, violent, toothless hillbillies who set a field on fire with cigarettes, had sex in portable toilets, started a fight on the bus using road flares, and threatened to beat me up regularly for being a “fucking faggot.” The corn rash, sunburn, and sub-minimum wage just added to the misery.

Working at Menards sucked for different reasons. While the pay was okay for a high school senior, the soul-killing big box store anti-culture was almost unbearable. All those in management were brought in by the corporation to open the store and get it up and running. They had no interest in the community and only hung out with other boring, pathetic members of management. Whether they were at work or at Applebee’s after work, the dynamic was the same: you always felt like you were intruding on their lame private party to which you were only begrudgingly invited and only attended because someone was paying you to show up and smile. Menards was the only job I’ve ever quit without having another job to go to.

What’s the best job you’ve ever had? Why?

The best job i’ve ever had? That’s hard to answer. It depends not only how one defines “best,” but also “job.” I’ve had plenty of great jobs, but not too many that paid well. Being a musician has been pretty great, of course, but I’m not sure if I could count that as a job, as it has been pretty sporadic at times.

The most enjoyable “real job” would have to be working in the a/v department at the local public library. I love organizing and working with music and movies. It’s the only job that has allowed me to feel like my encyclopedic knowledge of pop culture actually has some practical value. Plus, I enjoy working with the public, especially the crazy neighborhood people, who add a bit of excitement at times. Unfortunately, the pay is so low that I can’t justify keeping it while I have to pay for childcare.


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