Acrpost: A Project of the Pacific Association of Artist Run Centres

Event Description

Another year has rolled by and Gorgeous Gord The Fabulous Ford rolls on. We'd like you to to come help us celebrate 27 years of tenacity from the van that will not quit. Friday May 4th, Gorgeous Gord will be at lucky bar, along with her long time allies One Drop, her friends from Calgary: Bogart, and a fresh face: Slim Sandy.

In tribute to the indomitable spirit of simplicity and unpretentious power of this vessel here is her bio from the One Drop website. It is old and needs amendments, but we will get to those in due time.

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Gord. She's not much to look at, but she's got a heart of pure gold, and a great personality. She's our big beautiful butchy baby.

Gord is the toughest van on the road today; no doubt about it.

Most people laugh at us and say we are crazy for driving a van like Gord, but she's faithfully hauled seven dudes, a full P.A. system, an oversized trailer, and eight flats of Pabst Blue Ribbon, not to mention all our gear, against unspeakable odds. Gord never flinched once through more than eighty shows from Tofino, BC to Winnipeg, MN. She's weathered three epic western Canadian tours through mountainous passes,West Coast Rainstorms and prairie blizzards; conditions that have ruined many a prettier van.

Gord is an extreme machine; she doesn't have one single part that is not absolutely essential to operation. No heater, no defrost, no dash lights, no insulation, and now, no sliding door (we all get out through the passenger side door). Hell, at one point we were driving her around without signals or windshield wipers; we were using part of a broken squeegie to make a little window of opportunity on the driver's side windshield.

Gord is our rallying point, our mother, our brother, our teacher and our fortress. From within her we've faced imminent death; watched the world roll by; scared the shit out of Medicine Hat cowboys; engaged in lascivious conduct; and consumed more alcohol, weed, and cigarettes than Hunter S. Thompson did in his entire lifetime.

At first we thought we had just lucked out and bought a really good van, but as time went on we realized something more was going on. Gord doesn't rely on traditional science-based methods of operation; she runs on pure punk-rock spirit. When she's on her way to a show you've gotta ride the brakes just to hold her back; she'll hit 60 without pressing the gas pedal.

The tougher the conditions, the harder she fights. After two tours, she got T-boned by a car that ran a stop sign. His car was a write-off; Gord came out of it with improved steering.

Gord doesn't give up. In Gord we trust