America used to have sanctuaries across the country where fuck-ups, weirdos and other "marginalized" people could hide out and live without much contact with "straight" America. Places like downtown New York City in the East and West Village, Haight Ashbury in San Francisco, and, of course, Provincetown, that great artistic outpost at the very tip of Cape Cod. All these locations provided affordable living, while tolerating bizarre lifestyles. Hallelujah!
"Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain wrote a book that changed Marc's life. On the 20-year anniversary of 'Please Kill Me: An Uncensored Oral History of Punk,' Legs and Gillian tell Marc why they wrote it in the first place and why it still resonates two decades later. " -
Link HERE to go to Marc Maron's interview with Legs and Gillian on the WTF PODCAST.
Leonard Cohen wasn't a regular at his local temple. He admittedly had moments of grace with a higher force but he lived much of his life as most of us do. He smoke, drank, and famously enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. You could say he was a humanist whose higher power was love. Leonard practiced Zen Buddhism in Mount Baldy but always considered himself Jewish. He kept the practice of humility with him always. The people's poet, whether you knew him or not, his passing most likely pained you as if he was family. Even Bob Dylan had called the 82 year old musician, "No. 1 to my zero."
Alice Cooper is one of the sweetest guys on earth. That's why it's hard to believe him when he talks about how 'dangerous' Alice is. Obviously, he's talking about his alter ego, but the sweet, and intelligent Vincent Furnier would never hurt a fly. That's probably why he acts out his dark fantasies on stage.
Johnny Thunders getting rough with Spaceley right before shredding on guitar at The Mudd Club in NYC. The club was located at 77 White Street in TriBeCa. This counterculture mecca was born in October of 1978 and housed many punk misfits of the underground scene until it's demise in 1983.
It's just another Tuesday night in the Tribeca area of New York City. As I enter The Roxy Hotel's toasty Django Bar, I see a room full of familiar faces. Littered across the intimate space were a gaggle of elite rockers known to swim in the same circles as the uninhibited downtown crowd. Rock photographer's Bob Gruen and Mick Rock, Andy Rourke of The Smiths, Bob Bert of Lydia Lunch's Retrovirus, David Johansen, Chris Franz of the Talking Heads, among other notables.