Gary lee

Gary Lee was born in Swift Current, Saskatchewan in 1959 and raised in Red Deer, Alberta. After being expelled from the provincial psychiatric hospital, Gary went on to drop out of college, university and several other mental institutions. In 1980 he founded "The Other Way Cafe" at Red Deer College (where performances included those of a very young and unknown k.d. lang). Gary spent most of the 1980's roaming the country as a vagabond performance poet, with a brief stint as lead singer and circular saw player for the rural industrial band "Sakundiak Matavan". He supported his poetry habit by doing slave labour in a counterfitting factory in Toronto, spot welding in a Dickensian wire grill factory in Montreal and by building grain bins all over the prairies during harvest seasons.
In the late 1980's Gary lived as a Bohemian refugee on Commercial Drive in Vancouver where he worked as a proofreader and contributor of poetry and collage for "Pop Tart Magazine of Instant Art". During this time he collaborated with Clochard Gallery proprietor Gordon Murray, Sheri-D Wilson (the Mama of Dada), Tippy Agogo and others in many evenings of poetic experiment and musical mayhem. He was also a regular performer at Cafe Cafe on Hastings Street.
In the 1990's Gary settled in Edmonton, Alberta to work with drug addicted street people; during this time he also lived for brief periods on Malcolm Island, B.C. In 1992, with other poets and musicians including Scott Wicken, Ky Perraun and Stephen Humphries he co founded a series of performances called "The Big Beat Speak". A recording project grew out of these performances which was initially going to be a compilation of Big! Beat Speak artists but which evolved instead into Gary Lee's first album of spoken poetry and music ("Shaking Bad Medicine").
Since then Gary has collaborated with film maker Tim Folkmann on a video of the opening track from that recording as well as on a commission for the 1998 First Night Festival (along with electro-acoustic composer Shawn Pinchbeck) for a multi-media poetic sound sculpture entitled "Talking Trees". In 2001 Gary released his CD of poetry and music "The Unveiling".
Also that year he began appearing as a regular performer with "The Raving Poets Band" which became the house band for various series of open mike readings at The Backroom Vodka Bar on Edmonton's Whyte Avenue. In the wake of September 11, the Raving Poets launched a series of readings entitled "Peace Talks" in order to give poets (and anyone else who wanted to speak their minds) an opportunity to respond to world events. In part inspired by this series, Gary recorded and released his third ! album "Mosaic".
In July of 2002 he performed on the main stage at the South Country Fair
and participated in workshops there with the legendary concrete/sound/performance
poet bill bissett, Jamaican dub poet Michael St. George and many others.
Soon to be released is the art documentary "Invisible Odyssey" directed
by experimental film maker Alex Vismeg and featuring poetry by Gary Lee.
Gary says he wants to take a break from listening to the sound of his own
voice so he is currently recording an anthology of spoken performance poetry
and music/soundscape featuring an eclectic selection of poets and performers.
read
I Had a Mohawk In the Summer of Love
The Tribulation of Stanley Wakefield
Project Proposal and Call for Resistance
Memo from the Institute of Iconography,
Department of Manifest Disinformation
re: Project Proposal and Call for Resistance.
Proclamation from the Subrealism Foundation's
Bureau of Internal Revelation
Saturday Night at the Akali Singh Sikh Temple
"The War Is the War Against the Imagination"
For the Soldiers of Fortune Fighting Freedom
Badlands (Down At the End of Time As We Know It)
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Shades of the Cold War
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The War Is the War Against the Imagination from Mosiac
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hype
Gary Lee - Poet or prophet? Gary is a beat poet or something - you can hear Burroughs and Ginsberg, Anderson and Thomas the Rhymer, and maybe a little Pound mixed with Neruda. But wait, what's that other noise? Is it a Lovecraft airship dropping off glowing lizards from another dimension? While others stand by pretending it isn't there, Gary boldly steps through those shimmering portals and returns grinning with a double handful of surprises.
Trent Moranz, South Country Fair
With "Shaking Bad Medicine" Gary Lee joins a growing school of modern bards such as dub poet Lillian Allen, punk pontificator Henry Rollins and Beat survivor William S. Burroughs who are trashing the tame image of the poet and reviving the long tradition of poetry as an oral art, accessible to anyone.
Stephen Humphrey, SEE Magazine
What is Gary Lee? Lunatic
techno-shaman? Late blooming beatnik? Romantic throwback neo-anarchist?
A farm boy with no pants?
He's definitely one of the new wave of poets who are
not satisfied with getting published in little journals named after garden weeds
and mumbling away in cafes. Gary's been live with his poetry for years - ranting,
jamming, going naked if necessary, making guerilla films and chanting with drums
in a neo-tribal frenzy. "Shaking Bad Medicine" is his first self-produced
recording, and it's a powerhouse.
Spoken word recording is picking up steam these days
and "Bad Medicine" stands up to any of them, anywhere. Gary Lee worked in
close collaboration with studio wizard Ron Serna (BPM, Scott Wicken) and what
has resulted is an eclectic series of audio landscapes - each one particular
to its subject, each as busy with images as with the language.
The poems themselves strike out against various forms
of bad medicine, from television to greed, from suicide to the hypocrisy of
an obsessive-compulsive society that puts the wrong people in asylums. His work
is full of pagan celebration, radical anger and heartfelt yearning for sanity
and spirituality in this period of history, perhaps the most fucked-up era
humankind has seen.
"Shaking Bad Medicine" is a hoot, a trip, an incantation,
a kick in the ass, and a kaleidoscopic eye opening on beauty from the heart
of the cosmic junk pile.
SLUR Magazine