Jim Danger Update

Jim Danger Update

March 2013

Check-In by R.U. Stoneworthy

When last I reported on Jim Danger, it was my first written piece about him, written as a favor to him because I am a writer, a musician and a friend of his, well acquainted with him and his music. Since I have adopted the habit of using a different pen-name for different subjects I write about, I have chosen the above pseudonym for the subject of Jim Danger. {I picked it at random, from a phone book, Officer.}

For the record, I use a tape recorder as often as I can, to get things right. If I quote someone, it's verbatim. This is actually required, when the topic is Jim Danger, whose own skill with words rivals – well, even my own.

“So, 2012 wasn't quite your year, was it, Jim?” My first question might have been more tactful, but there it was. Since Jim seems to deal in truth, it seemed okay for me to be as straight from the shoulder; and so it was.

“Well, everything I said about last year, just move it to this year, and it's still all true,” he summarily responds – to start with. From here, he speaks for the next couple of minutes, non-stop, in elaboration, explaining what went wrong last year. His tale is credible, and unfortunate, though not in any way final. This is a tentative set-back, not a quagmire.

“I had a gig set up as a pretty big deal, a combination 'comeback' show and a kind of premier, at the same time. In other words, I'm kind of a has-been, but even more-so, I'm also a hasn't-been-yet, but-is-about-to-be. It was happening because a friend of a friend had a venue and a means of word-of-mouth promotion, and since I had an urgent need for a lawyer at that time, and couldn't come up with the money for one, it was to be a Benefit show, as well – which was the excuse for getting the venue, and all that, but it was a legitimate excuse. Anyway, when it came down to getting toward the time for this gig, for which I'd been gearing up for weeks, the venue fell through, became no longer available. I was told not to worry, there was a backup venue – which also fell through, because the owner was out of town and wouldn't okay it while he was away, or something like that.”

“I want to burst back onto the scene, in a way where there's big pressure, but a big payoff.”

So, after the let-down on the venue front in the summer of 2012, Danger decided to simply keep his eyes and ears open for another opportunity along the line of what he has in mind, while re-grouping and re-honing what he does. He also purchased recording equipment, which he is confident will enable him to make the CD he is planning, of his original music, as an introduction – and a re-introduction – to the world.

“I'm spending a lot of time working on my guitar playing, itself, learning new things I never knew before, doing things I could never do before, developing my own style even further. I'm also spending a lot of time working on my singing, learning new things, singing different types of things, as training for my voice, stuff like that. I mean, I can't stop being a musician, a student of music, just to try to get a career off the ground.”

Again, it is apparent that here is an artist so deeply involved in his art, that self-promotion, marketing and exploitation are distracting irritations.

“Yes, it's true,” he allows, “I get all geared up to promote myself and try to burst upon the world every now and then, like once a year, and then if it doesn't work out, I go back into my hole and continue to develop myself quietly, unnoticed and unseen.” He chuckles, seemingly undefeated – because he doesn't seem to care if the “show-biz” part doesn't work; he's quite fulfilled just doing his art.

So, why the recent turn toward self-promotion and the effort to “Happen”?

“Well, I'll tell ya,” he begins, before pausing. “Part of it is the money, which I realize is not likely to be very significant, but then again, at my sub-poverty level, a couple of hundred bucks for a gig would be very helpful, now and then. If I could do that a couple of times a month, man, I'd feel rich!

“The thing is, though, with music, I've gotta do things my way, and not do something just for money. I could go around singing all kinds of crap, crusty old covers, and imitating Elvis or Hank Williams or Johnny Cash, or some kind of masquerade, like that, but I'm not going to do that. I mean, ya, I'll sing those [cover] songs now and then, and maybe even to make a few bucks – if I can – on the street, but that isn't what I'm interested in doing as a musician. I'm not really a run-of-the-mill bar singer. Not only do I not do covers, but the originals I do do, are a little heavy for the average bar crowd. I don't accompany your conversation very well. I'm apt to say something or do something that pisses somebody off, or scares somebody, or something. So, that's one reason, to be honest about it, that I want to do a Jim Danger Show, and make it understood that it's about me and my music, it's not about being an entertainer for a bar full of people who came there to drink, not to hear anybody in particular. So, if I say, “fuck,” it's part of my art – it's not a fucking public offense!” We laugh.

Jim Danger wants a stage; he wants a Jim Danger Show, and is hesitant to do anything until that opportunity comes to him. Is that about it?

He looks down and away, thinking, and nodding slowly, nodding some more, still slowly, before he again meets my eye, with the answer.

“Yes.”

When we get done laughing, he refers immediately to recording.

“I'll be recording, and that's my main focus right now, in these winter months. Now that winter is drawing to a close, and it's getting warmer, I'm going to get ready to begin recording. It's been too cold, in the basement, where I'm located, and where I keep all my stuff. Now, I have to just get my recording thingy registered, online, as soon as I can figure out how to access cyber-space, since I'm not online at my house. Then, once that's registered, I start learning how to use it. Then, I'm recording, man – and don't anybody try to stop me!”

He delivers this with the wild-eyed mask of the desperate criminal. Which, all things considered, he – well, almost – is.

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In a phone call conversation with Jim Danger, the topic – one I should have thought of bringing up before, but somehow hadn't – is his music itself, in terms now of his public performance of it, and what we would have heard, and seen, had last summer's “comeback/premiere” not fallen through. What would he be doing if we saw him onstage right now? What, therefore, are we to expect when – finally – he does hit a stage, somewhere, presumably in 2013. Funny, I hadn't thought to ask him about this, and – believe it or not – he's basically too shy to sing and play in front of me when I have visited him, twice in the past year. If he does play, as he has briefly, it's obvious that he's holding way back, just demonstrating how a song sounds, or offering an example of a song he's discussing. It's easy to see that his stage presence is going to be something far different – it would have to be.

He begins by talking about his posture.

“I still haven't decided whether to sit or stand,” he says. “I always figured I'd stand, with a strap, 'cause that's what you're supposed to do, and it's a lot more exciting, basically. But then, not only do I think I can generate plenty of excitement while sitting and playing, but I also see a lot of other great musicians doing great performances while sitting, too. Of course, the main difference is, it's a helluva lot easier to play the guitar while sitting – for most of us, anyway, for those of us who have a hard time playing the guitar to start with.” Break for laughter, once again.

“Another thing is, I think staying seated might keep me out of trouble.”

At first I think he's joking, but when he doesn't join me in laughter, I realize he's not. He won't much elaborate, though.
“Well,” [pause, pause] “I tend to get pretty, ah, well, you know, wound up when I play, and, um, I just think it might be safer if stayed sitting down, at least most of the time. That way I don't – well, you know, I do want to stay focused.”

Having heard some stories 'from the old days' of Jim Danger's onstage – and offstage – penchant for not only unpredictable behavior but sometimes destructive and – well, frightening behavior, I can only imagine what he might be not saying, here. He moves on – and I let him.

“Well, if it isn't one of the best rock'n'roll performances anybody's ever seen, then I'm just pissing in the wind,” he states – which, personally, I find very comforting, about what this guy's going to do.

“I do my music, and I do it – “ [pause] “ – with the passion fitting, for doing a rock'n'roll song.”

I ask if he can be any more descriptive about what his act will be like, how he'll come across to an audience not sure what to expect.

“Well, if you're into James Taylor, forget it. If you're into uptight, black-tie or nice people music, you're gonna HATE me!” He's suddenly very ardent on the matter, and I can hear in his voice some of that barely-suppressed rage we've referred to before. This Danger guy honestly despises authority, for example, every bit as purely as as the most embittered teenager. Somehow, I must confess, I find this, too, oddly comforting. {It's just so hard to find anything authentic, anymore.}

“You don't like nice people, Jim?” I query lightly, as if. He comes back like a triphammer.

“I HATE nice people!” Whoa! I could hear his teeth, in that one.

“Nice fucking people, Stay Away,” he decrees, as though cursing an avowed enemy.

Soon, he's taking deep breaths, calming himself, obviously having felt a big, old, sore nerve for a minute there. He actually growls like a wild animal, in the process of putting the beast back into its cage – temporarily. Is it this that he intends to unleash on his audience? I wonder.

“I remember,” he begins, in his way of making a point by using an illustration, “when I had my 'punk-van', the one I drove GG and the Jabbers around in, but just after that, when I was in the Murderers, with Emett Blotter – aka Bob Fuckin' Murderer. On the side of the van, below the big, black, dripping MURDERERS name, I wrote, in dripping, white spray paint {the van was green – originally}, 'WE HATE YOU.' Somebody asked me, 'Who is that directed at? Who do you hate?' I said, 'It's directed at anybody who takes that seriously.' If it upsets you, then yes, you are the target. That's what I mean by, 'nice people'. If they're offended, then fuck 'em. They are the ones I hate.”

Sometimes, when talking with Jim Danger, I wonder how he could have been friends with the ultra-wild, savage beast known as GG Allin. At other times, when his anger flares and he talks about “nice fucking people”, it's easy to think he is fucking GG Allin – or at least, easy to see the two being partners.

So, can we expect an expletive-ridden show? Is that it?

“Well, geez,” Danger responds, as though bothered by the question. “Ya, I might say a thing or two, but that's not really the point. It's just the fucking attitude, you know? If it's pretense you want, it's pretense you don't get, and fuck you if you're looking for it.”

Uh-oh, maybe we'd better talk another time. I think he's still pissed off, and likely to stay that way.

“It's just my attitude,” he's saying. “I just don't get along with straight, fucking Decent Fucking People. That's why I always said my best audience would be in jail, 'cause then I don't have to worry about offending anybody.”

Well, we'll have to leave his performance description at that. He will be a performer not popular with nice fucking people, or Decent Fucking People, and “might say a thing or two” - and feels like it might keep him “out of trouble” to remain seated. Oh yes, and he'll be doing his music, with “the passion fitting for a rock'n'roll song.”

I get in one last query, concerning what's to be expected of the CD he plans to soon begin recording.

“It's going to be all new,” he says. “Beginning with the primary song, Pass Hell, Keep Going, which is the title song, it'll have stuff I've never recorded before, stuff I've done in the last few years which have gone over well with audiences, when I was playing hoots and stuff, like Bluegrass Night at the Barley Pub. Popular songs will be on it – hits, that no-one's heard yet.”

Ah, good, I've got him back – the lyric wizard, not the angry, nice-hating punk.

“I want to do some really raw things, too, some really punk-edged dirt music, to remind people that it's important to be lower than the fucking low. So, it'll be a combination of popularly listenable music, and hateful, raw-edged, murderous music. I'm pretty happy about the prospects.”

Bidding him the requisite, “See ya later, Jim, carry on,” I leave him to his further devices. I'm briefly tempted to say a prayer for him – but he's convinced me that this would do no good.

So I continue to Hope for the Best – and now, I'm really hoping he gets that CD out a.s.a.p. – and I, for one, am dying to see that 'comeback/premier'! Somebody get this man a venue – and drop it in his lap – Please!

- R.U.S.