BY KYLE ALMOND VIA CNN
A woman reads Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl and Other Poems” inside the 7 Arts Coffee Gallery in New York City. The coffee shop, along with Washington Square Park, was a popular meeting spot for members of the Beat Generation, including Ginsberg himself. Photographer Dave Heath was there in the 1950s and took portraits of the people he came across.
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The Best Minds of My Generation – Very pleased to announce a new Allen Ginsberg publication (due out in April) from Grove Press – “A Literary History of the Beats” – (“A unique and compelling history of the Beats, in the words of the movements most central member, Allen Ginsberg, based on a seminal series of his lectures”), edited, (as judiciously and informatively as ever), by Beat scholar, and our good friend, Bill Morgan.
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Photo: Allen Ginsberg, Herbert Huncke, and Peter Orlovsky. Credit: Getty images
Celebrating Herbert Huncke‘s birthday. “Godfather of the Beats”, he would have been one-hundred-and-two! – See here for our posting on the occasion of his Centennial. Today, courtesy of our friend Laki Vazakas , footage of the great story-teller, raconteur, recorded in New York, at the Chelsea Hotel, February 7, 1994. Evoking the notion of “the invisible body”, Huncke recounts and recalls his time in India, witnessing the burning ghats.
BY ROBERT D. MCFADDEN VIA NY TIMES
Nat Hentoff, an author, journalist, jazz critic and civil libertarian who called himself a troublemaker and proved it with a shelf of books and a mountain of essays on free speech, wayward politics, elegant riffs and the sweet harmonies of the Constitution, died on Saturday at his home in Manhattan. He was 91.
BY MOJO STAFF VIA MOJO MAGAZINE
THE DARKNESS AROUND BLACK SABBATH was not just a horror-movie put-on to help the then-struggling Brummie rock band establish a USP in a busy late-’60s marketplace. As Sabbath bassist Geezer Butler admits in the latest MOJO magazine (in UK stores from Tuesday, December 20) there was some real anguish behind their tormented riffs and portentous lyrics.
For instance, there was more to the group’s trademark Paranoid – a Top 20 UK hit in 1970 – than initially met the ear.“ It was originally called ‘The Paranoid’,” says Butler. “The song was about myself. I was getting really down, and gloomy, and dark – and the doctor said, ‘Go down the pub and have a pint, you’ll be all right.’ I said, I’ve tried that. ‘Well, go and have two pints then.’ So I was really in despair when I wrote those lyrics. They were true feelings. Of course, Ozzy didn’t have a clue what ‘paranoid’ meant.”
BY CHRISTIAN ESQUEVIN VIA SILVER SCREEN MODES
The striking and continually fascinating aspect of mid-to-late 1960s fashion is that it so closely reflected the mood of the times. And the fashions changed constantly as new themes blew in with the wind. Before the word fusion was in use, this phenomenon was happening to fashions in the 1960s. The youth were looking for change, and in fashion, they found inspiration in the past. But it was not in the most modern country – the U. S. – that Mod or “modern” dress first sprung, but rather in the U.K. The fashions that evolved from there had two notable characteristics: the “push/pull” attraction and reaction with the past; and also that the fashion trends did not begin with well-known fashion designers and couturiers but rather from small designers, tailors, and boutique owners.
Edie Sedgwick smokes and fiddles with her earrings while Andy plays a mute routine, whispering answers to the very fidgety socialite. Merv Griffin Show, 1965.
BY PAUL SORENE VIA FLASHBAK
Rod Serling (December 25, 1924 – June 28, 1975) was asked by a student in 1972, “Where Do Ideas Come From?” Sterling, best know as the creator of TV’s The Twilight Zone, the winner of 9 Emmy Awards for writing, answered fluently.
BY ALEX WILLIAMS VIA NY TIMES
On May 4, 1963, the Rolling Stones, then a scrappy quintet known mostly for banging out Chuck Berry covers, gathered for their first official photo shoot on the streets of London’s Chelsea district.
Five bad boys in the making, some still sporting adolescent pimples, they slouched in ratty sweaters, rumpled jackets and ill-fitting trousers, looking like students stumbling through a three-day bender after getting expelled.
“Word got out that the results of the session were disgusting,” Andrew Loog Oldham, the Stones’ manager, later said. And he could barely contain his glee. That just-got-out-of-bed, to-hell-with-you look, Mr. Oldham added (he used considerably saltier language) “would define them and divine them.” But it would hardly limit them.
BY ANDREW MALE VIA THE GUARDIAN
Jim Morrison wrote a song about her, Ed Ruscha romanced her, and she played chess with Marcel Duchamp nude – but it’s her books, to be adapted for TV, that have ensured Babitz’s reputation will last Eve Babitz: the one true LA woman. Photograph: Mirandi Babitz
“Eve Babitz does not give interviews,” says her agent, Erica Spellman-Silverman, in a clipped, formidable tone, down the line from her New York office. As opening lines go, it’s more of a closer, but it makes a kind of sense. After all, Babitz is a currently a writer in demand, undergoing something of a renaissance. She doesn’t need to give interviews.