Month: July 2015
PATTI SMITH, ROBERT MAPPLETHORPE AND CHELSEA HOTEL’S OTHER COLORFUL RESIDENTS IN 1970!
Amazing video from 1970 of Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe’s book cluttered room in the Chelsea Hotel. This...
MORE ROCK & ROLL MUSES!
We can’t get enough of the goddesses of the rock & roll underworld! As the “good” girls were...
Iggy Pop: Looking For Sounds
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NEW YORK CITY 1977!
By Madeline Bocaro Can you believe that 1977 was almost 40 years ago?! I saw a great documentary...
Top Ten Best FAMOUS LAST WORDS
By Alan Bisbort - LEE HARVEY OSWALD - "There ain’t nobody gonna shoot me."
The suspected assassin of John Kennedy said this to Detective James Leavelle, to whom he was handcuffed as he was led out of a Dallas police station.
Moments later, Jack Ruby proved him wrong.
Unknown Facts About Bob Dylan Revealed!
Book Review by Todd McGovern - “There’s so many sides to Bob Dylan, he’s round.”Another book about Bob Dylan? What’s left to say, you ask?
WARHOL, BURROUGHS, AND NICO AT THE CHELSEA HOTEL!
We are privy to a quiet dinner with William Burroughs and Andy Warhol at The Chelsea Hotel in...
WHAT LOU REED TAUGHT ME, BY LEGS MCNEIL!
A lot of people who’ve read Please Kill Me, the history of punk I co-wrote with Gillian McCain, don’t realize the book begins with a question from Lou:
“Rock 'n’ roll is so great, people should start dying for it. You don’t understand. The music gave you back your beat so you could dream. A whole generation running with a Fender bass… The people just have to die for the music. People are dying for everything else, so why not the music? Die for it. Isn’t it pretty? Wouldn’t you die for something pretty?”
It seemed like the perfect way to begin a book called Please Kill Me, you know? I thought that would be a worthwhile question to pose, especially since the basis of all philosophies is, “To be or not to be?” I mean, why go on? Is life too shitty to continue? The history of punk is sort of an answer to Lou's classic question.
That was the glory of Lou—he showed us just how shitty everything really is. Just listen to “The Kids,” off of Berlin: “The black Air Force Sergeant / Wasn’t the first one…” He’s always pushing me to go further into the depths of hell—to have all the experiences life has to offer, the profound and the profane—before making up my mind about whether to end it all. I’ve always been fascinated with people who've been to psychic places I haven't been, like William S. Burroughs and Norman Mailer, to mention a few. Lou was someone who knew the true secrets of life, and tried to weasel some truth out of them.
Lou was the most influential artist of my generation, easy. Yeah, the Beatles and the Stones were more popular, but for honest, human emotions, you can’t beat Lou. I never met a girl in a gin-soaked bar in Yonkers, and she never blew my nose or my mind, y'know what I’m saying? But many times, I didn’t know where I was going. Many times I spent waiting for her to come. Many times—if only, if only, if only…
Lou mined the depth and articulation of sheer desperation. Whether I was waiting for my drug dealer, or trying to get off during sex, or some other private weirdness I was too mortified to admit, Lou'd already been there, and he'd come back with a song. Take “Kicks” off one of his first solo albums. “How do you get your kicks for living?” he asks, right before the jarring mix is blasted to 11 and you’re thrown out of complacency.
NICK CAVE’S SON DIED FROM TRAGIC CLIFF FALL – R.I.P. ARTHUR CAVE (2000-2015)
BY: AMY HABEN (L to R) Earl, Nick, and Arthur Cave – Photo: Tim Whitby- Getty images Nick...
LEGS MCNEIL’S TOP 10 PUNK MOVIES!
1. Over The Edge (1979) — Matt Dillon’s first movie about kids in some suburban California town that...
The Weather Underground, Guinness World Records and the Real Legacy of Altamont
A Conversation with Documentary Filmmaker Sam Green - by Todd McGovern - Who can forget those stories? Roy Sullivan was a park ranger in Shenandoah National Park in Virginia. In his 35 years on the job, he was struck by lighting seven times, surviving them all. Known as the “Human Lightning Rod,” he died in 1983 from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The reason? Unrequited love.
Terry Ork – Monday Morning Meditations
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