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pogo2posterFINAL2The Last Pogo Jumps Again studies the evolution of Toronto from small town to big city and it’s pop/counter-culture lifestyle during the early and mid-70s.  It centers around the first wave of Toronto punk rock and new-wave music, from the Ramones playing the New Yorker Theatre in ’76 through the police shutting down Teenage Head and causing a riot at the Horseshoe Tavern’s infamous “The Last Pogo” concert in December 1978.

London had the Sex Pistols, New York had the Ramones, but Toronto had a punk movement all it’s own.  The Toronto landscape by the late ’70s was forever changed with the infusion of the DIY/Punk/Alternative Culture(s) movement.  Six years in the making, The Last Pogo Jumps Again successfully explores the whys and wherefores of what was arguably one of the most exciting but misunderstood movements in Toronto’s history.

The DVD contains the 204 minute documentary, plus over a 100 minutes of added material, and a snazzy 24-page booklet.  Check the Shop for details on where you can purchase it.

The Last Pogo (1978) is the documentary that chronicled the last punk rock show at the Horseshoe Tavern when it was run by legendary Toronto promoters The Garys (Topp and Cormier) featuring The Scenics, Cardboard Brains, The Secrets, The Mods, The Ugly, The Viletones and Teenage Head. The Last Pogo was released on DVD in 2008 to great reviews.  Available at the Shop.

“I Want the angel who never loses.” R.I.P. Jim Carroll


Patti Smith and Jim Carroll;  courtesy “ifcharlieparkerwasagunslinger”.

Rest in peace, Jim Carroll.

In Ron Mann’s feature Listen to the City, Jim Carroll played the lead.  He had to be taken to the Addiction Research Foundation every morning in Toronto to get his glass of tang ‘n’ methadone, and then it would be off to film.   The Last Pogo director Colin Brunton was an Associate Producer on the movie.  He’d take Jim for his morning courage, and then often drive him to set, Colin sipping coffee, Jim taking a few heaves off of a joint.


In the music room in the high-school they were shooting in, the kids (thirteen years old, grade eight) had their term projects, mounted on bristleboard, hanging on the walls.  Brunton checked them out and was delighted to find one on The Rolling Stones by some future teengenerate.  It wasn’t that loving the Stones was so interesting, it was that there was a picture of Keith Richards posing with — in the grade eight kid’s own words “New York poet/rocker Jim Carroll.” Cool!   The fact that a 13-year-old kid in North York knew who Jim Carroll was, was amazing, unexpected, somehow slightly hopeful.     The teacher had given the project a “C+.”

Jim arrived on set, and with time to kill before the scene his first scene was shot, the project was pointed out to him.   Jim borrowed a Sharpie, changed the “C+” to an “A-“, and and then posed for a Polaroid in front of the project, pointing to the new “A-.”


I want the angel
Whose dreams are fatal
They cause the snake’s milk to run and curdle

I want the angel
Whose darkness doubles
It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles

I want the angel
That will not shatter
Every time I whisper, “Girl it does not matter”

I want the angel
Who’s got the proof
She signals her devotion from the rails on the roof

I want the angel
That comes to stay
She don’t let lawyers and ambition lead her away

I want the angel
Whose eyes are raving
Who takes what I’m giving and not what I’m saving

I want the angel
Whose bones are so sharp
That they can break through their own excuses

Well, to be a blind man,
Hey, that would be a fine thing
Then I could dream at night of total strangers
And all the music would be so spaceless
And all the women would be so faceless,
They’d be so faceless they’d be like old film
Just like old film I never did process

I want the angel
That knows the sky
She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye

I want the angel
That’s partly lame
She filters clarity from her desperate shame

I want the angel
That knows rejection
Who’s like a whore in love with her own reflection

I want the angel
Whose touch don’t miss
When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss

If I could break through I could be certain
But this obsession is like some fiery curtain
All the numbers reduced to zero
And those who died young, they are my heroes
They are my heroes, they took the walk
Where the heart made sense and the mind can’t talk

I want the angel
Whose child don’t weep
She’s got dreams designed for eternal sleep

I want the angel
That will not change
Into a four-legged monster in love with the strange

I want the angel
That never chooses
And don’t come running back every time she loses

But I want the angel that never loses


Photo copyright David Shankbone.

Author of the novel The Basketball Diaries as well as the tune People Who Died, NYC poet Jim Carroll passed away of a heart-attack on Friday September 11th.

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