Although his legal name was Spencer David Nelson Davies (he dropped the ‘e’ from his last name early on), those of us who were fortunate enough to be his friend knew him as Spence.
When my friend died on Monday (October 19), the news hit me like the grill of a Mack truck going 200 (miles or kilometres, you choose). Spence was 81 but I always thought he’d live into his 90’s. His mother did. He came from strong Welsh stock and that’s one of the initial things we had in common.
I don’t know about the rest of you but I could sure take a break from what is going on in this city (Toronto) and the constant wave of recent passings.
In the sixties and seventies the comedy album was king. Teenage beer drinking parties were not complete without someone slipping on a George Carlin or Monty Python record, while stoners tended to listen to Cheech & Chong. Pot humour just wasn’t for me. Some of the older crowd would listen to National Lampoon or Firesign Theatre records but their humour was a little to advanced for me at that point in my life.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 