Jun 29, 2011

NYNS - Old farts preaching poetry

Originally posted at The New York Nobody Sings: Rifts, and a general love/hate vibe, between the New York & London sectors of the early punk scene have existed for years. The influence of the New York Dolls, as well as the first Ramones album, on London can't be underestimated. However, a certain member of the Dolls, along with his merry band of Heartbreakers and a certain groupie that followed them over to London from NYC, was blamed for the introduction of heroin to the London punk scene - specifically to Johnny Rotten's best friend, John "Sid Vicious" Ritchie.

As you'll notice at the start of the clip below, Rotten, calls out the entire early NYC punk scene as "old farts preaching poetry." With references to Max's Kansas City, "Pills" (by Bo Diddley recorded by the Dolls), and "Looking For A Kiss" (a Dolls original) in "New York," an angry Johnny Rotten can be articulate, quite funny, and poetic himself.

Think it is well playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored
And you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep yer mouth shut
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut


Jun 28, 2011

Laura Levine: Musicians - photography exhibit opens in July

Alan Vega, 1983
Back in May, I brought you news of a wonderful looking punk & new wave art show opening at Steven Kasher Gallery in July (July 21 - NOT the 14th as previously reported - thru August 19) - Rude and Reckless: Punk/Post Punk Graphics 1976-82. Well, we're in for a real treat because now, in conjunction with this show, the gallery will be also be presenting at the same time Laura Levine: Musicians. Laura's work is up there on the upper tier of music photographers - especially of the late 70's into the 80's ilk. One classic shot of classic artists after another - her collection of work is really something else. To follow is the info on the show. Be sure to get yourself down to the Kasher Gallery on West 23rd between July 21 and August 19 for both of these very very promising shows.

Glenn Branca, 1981
 "Laura Levine's photos are as vividly alive as the music of her subjects. Sometimes when you catch them out of the corner of your eye you'd swear they actually move." - Luc Sante

Steven Kasher Gallery is pleased to present Laura Levine: Musicians, an insider’s look at the artists at the forefront of rock, punk, indie rock, post-punk, hip-hop, New Wave, and No Wave. This is the first one-person gallery exhibition featuring Levine’s photography, including her vintage gelatin silver prints - many one of a kind. The show will feature over 35 vintage and modern prints.

Laura Levine: Musicians is being presented at Steven Kasher Gallery in conjunction with our exhibition Rude and Reckless: Punk/Post-Punk Graphics, 1976-82, the first New York exhibition surveying the extraordinary diversity of punk and post-punk graphic design.

Levine is highly esteemed as a photographer and documentarian of the downtown NYC, London and Los Angeles music scene in the 1980s and early 90s. Her portraits of such seminal figures as Bjork, R.E.M., the Clash, Afrika Bambaataa, Tina Weymouth, DNA, the Ramones, Beastie Boys, Iggy Pop, Chrissie Hynde, Joan Jett, Madonna, and many others are valued for their unpretentious intimacy and emotional power.
Exene & John Doe (X), 1982

Levine was the Chief Photographer and Photo Editor of the important underground paper New York Rocker. She published frequently in the Village Voice, Sounds, Rolling Stone, Spin, the New York Times, Trouser Press, and Creem. She worked for numerous record labels. Levine enjoyed wide access to musical greats, many of whom became close friends.

During the 1980s Levine was active in the downtown NYC gallery scene, showing frequently at East Village galleries such as the Fun Gallery and Bridgewater Gallery. More recently, Levine’s work was shown at Museum of Modern Art, where ten photographs were showcased in the exhibition Looking at Music 3.0. Other recent shows include Vivienne Westwood 1980-1989 at The Museum at FIT, and Backstage Pass: Rock and Roll Photography at the Portland Museum of Art. Her work is part of a current traveling exhibition Who Shot Rock & Roll: A Photographic History, 1955 to the Present, originating at the Brooklyn Museum.

Levine’s photographs are in the collections of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame and Museum, May and Samuel Rudin Family Foundation, Jerome de Noirmont, Michael Zilkha and many more.

Johnny Feedback (Kraut), 1982
In 1994 Levine stopped shooting. Her primary focus has evolved into a cross-disciplinary visual practice spanning painting, illustration and animation to directing music videos and documentary film. It is only recently she decided to revisit her photography archives.

Laura Levine: Musicians will be on view from July 21st through August 19th, 2011. Steven Kasher Gallery is located at 521 W. 23rd St., New York, NY 10011. Gallery hours are Tuesday through Saturday, 11 am to 6 pm.

Jun 25, 2011

Rolling Stones in Montreal 1965

Here's an excellent 2 part TV interview with the Stones in Montreal 1965.

Jun 24, 2011

Peter Falk RIP

 Peter Falk - RIP

Rockin' like its 1982 - The Individuals, Raybeats & Yo La Tengo at Maxwells 6/29

 This just in from Glenn Morrow of the Individuals and Bar/None Records for a benefit show taking place on June 29 at Maxwells for Danny Amis (Raybeats, Los Straightjackets):

My band from the early 80s the Individuals will be playing a benefit for our friend Danny Amis at Maxwells on June 29. We will be rocking it like it's 1982 (isn't that the year Prince wrote "1999"?) along with Danny's old band the Raybeats (their first re-union), Tall Lonesome Pines, Purple Knif, the Schramms and Ira and Georgia from Yo La Tengo. Here's a couple of picks to check out:
http://nymag.com/listings/nightlife/a-benefit-for-danny-amis/
http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2011/06/danny_amis_reco.html



Killing Joke documentary coming...



Hat tip to Louder Than War. "Teaser trailer for the upcoming music documentary feature film from New Zealand's ILC Productions, Jaz Coleman and British independent Coffee Films. Following Czech journalist Jana Trzilova's investigation into the turbulent musical history of the band that influenced Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, Metallica, Soundgarden, Korn, Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters, Faith No More, The Cult and many more. Jana follows the trail of Killing Joke and charismatic frontman Jaz Coleman from Czechoslavakia to Iona and on to Glastonbury Tor, Egypt, Iceland, the Nazca Lines in Peru and New Zealand. Discovering a web of mysticism, numerology, white heat experiments, a recording session in the heart of the Great Pyramid, occult rituals and prophecy she discovers more than she ever imagined; coming soon."

Friday Ephemera - Tom Waits, Village Voice, Sept 15 1975

Courtesy of It's All the Streets

Eric Swenson RIP

Eric Swenson - RIP

Jun 21, 2011

Edwyn Collins on Daytrotter

Our man Edwyn Collins has a recent session with the folks at Daytrotter available for listening & downloading. The five tracks include Falling & Laughing, A Girl  Like You, Losing Sleep, What Is My Role?, and What Presence!? Check it out here.

Jun 19, 2011

Before We Went Madchester...

(Exclusive guest post by FoB© Ian Hough)

Manchester, home of Coronation Street and Manchester United. Home of Morrissey and me, too. It's been a while since I lived there. Today, I decided to look back on my youth in the Rainy City. You should be warned; I have a gnarliness when it comes to things Mancunian, or 70s, or 80s. Or pretty much anything, to be honest. A healthy misanthropic bent never hurt anyone, surely...well, maybe a few people, maybe even a lot of people, but that's not the point. The world has changed a lot since the Peterloo Massacre, or even the Factory Nights at the Russell Club. The way we not only experience life, but indeed the way we package and present it as well. "Life" isn't a marketing metaphor here; I'm not talking about McFood containers, I'm talking about the language and media we use to express ad invent ourselves. When people today discuss music and its place in culture I marvel at how self-conscious we've become. By "recently" I probably mean "in the past ten years". Somewhere between the advent of the Web and the current debilitating social network epidemic, youth credibility became homogenized. Not so, back in the '70s. As an eleven year old, I was hooked on the Sex Pistols, Buzzcocks and The Stranglers. Today's kids want to find tickets to the Big 4 Tour, or - Lord help us - go to the Lollapalooza festival.

A "festival" back in the '80s often consisted of a few dozen flea-bitten pseudo-hippies hopped up on Paisley Underground music and something naughty but nice, and a few rain-lashed tents. Kids today wouldn't be able to live with that. I blame technology and soft parenting, but who knows, maybe the latest crop of young geeks will prove to be a bridge to another Punk era. If they do, let's hope their landmarks are as interesting as ours were. We took our world for granted, but it must have been more interesting than we realised. When mundane places we frequented twenty-five years ago are now pictured on t-shirts, thanks to "iconic" images like Salford Lads Club, you have to ask yourself what kind of behind-the-scenes promo went into it? Who was the first person to market those images? Tony Wilson? LS Lowry?

The Smiths never actually went to Salford Lads Club (as I'm sure you know), so the whole thing is based on an arranged photo. The story is that the Smiths would never have dared attend a rough inner-city youth club such as that, but today's hipsters wouldn't either, so perhaps it's become symbolic of that. The Hacienda is now a block of flats called (funnily enough) The Hacienda. What an amazing coincidence. The owners of the flats have licenced the club's name from Peter Hook, who owns the trademark. I well remember going into the Hac in 1983, when art student poseurs still ruled the place, before the bad boys took over. It was all long trenchcoats, weird boots and Flock of Seagulls haircuts. The line outside at half-seven on a Saturday night (if there even was a line), full of hand-wringing angst-riddled men with eye-liner on or a trilby with a blue feather in, was radically different from the masses who flocked there a few years later.

In the early-80s, Lou Reed wasn't played on the radio. The Doors and Jimi Hendrix were considered underground, even by cool people. We gratefully discovered California's Paisley Underground scene and Robyn Hitchcock. The harmonies and psychedelic terror of the Rain Parade and Naked Prey sent us silly in innumerable flats around my neighbourhood. When the Stone Roses did eventually appear it was old hat to us. Paisley Underground had nourished us for several years by then. It saved our lives; anything was better than the mainstream crap they were into in 1984: Paul McCartney concerts, U2's latest tours and tickets to see Def Leppard. Amazingly, all three of those abominations are still touring in 2011. It's probably further proof that even the dross from those innocent times are as good as anything the young 'uns of today can put out. Shocking.

Manchester is and was a working-class northern city. I grew up first in Salford, then in Prestwich, then back in Salford, then Prestwich, then Salford, criss-crossing the border where so much talent emerged all around like mutant brains infested with glowing slime mould. Mark E. Smith of the Fall came from along that borderland, as did drug-addled, bedraggled poet John Cooper Clarke. I would often see him, panicky and sweating, in leather trousers and shades in a Sedgely Park phone booth, talking desperately to someone who peddled misery. Steve Garvey of Buzzcocks fame went to our school, and there was even a member or two of 10CC knocking about the place. I used to go to a Salford Lads Club every Thursday night, not far from the iconic one made so famous by The Smiths. This one was called The Adelphi Lads Club and it was burnt down by arsonists in 2006. The Adelphi's rich history went back further than any other, but nobody has ever heard of it. How tragically hip is that? (check out the link - the website it goes to is clearly the work of people with no college education. I bet the Salford Lads Club website has a friggin' MP3 on it playing Happy Mondays and YouTubes about Gunchester gang wars...probably not, actually) Anyway, enough of this whingeing. Angst sucks. This is the 20th century, and it's all about achieving and packaging and taking pictures of outrageous people on your phone so you can breathlessly tweet it to a load of anonymous strangers. It is the time of Ego, when reality TV has us in its spell. Another English export. Damn those Brits, huh?

Only joking. It's just my Manchester moodiness. Our dour humour is celebrated in the city but reviled by the uncool outside it. Those factories, chimneys, immense warehouses and dockside cranes have left their mark. The Hacienda's been replaced by an apartment block but the newer acrchitecture in Manchester city centre is disturbingly industrial looking. It's hard to believe but it seems that some professional design people and politicians and other grown ups have conspired to bestow a kind of Smithsian or Curtisesque greyness on the place. There are apartment buildings, office blocks and shops that housed in units best suited to the inner workings of an oil rig or power station. Do I like it? I don't honestly know. The tallest building in the city, the famed Hilton Tower, has an awkward jutty edge that appears a third of the way up; a glass floor is installed there, in a bar, so people can stand and look down at the pavement far below. It looks like the pitheads in the colliery I lived opposite in Salford when I was a young lad. And I think it was done intentionally. They're a funny lot, these Mancs.

Ian Hough, a native of Manchester, was transplanted to the USA in 1993. He continues to dwell on his hometown, but denies missing the place. He is a liar. His two books, Perry Boys, and Perry Boys Abroad, have been critically acclaimed and won the adoration of Manchester’s musicians and soccer hooligans alike. Hough remains interested (some would say obsessed) with society’s underbelly, especially the parts that have been misreported or never discovered at all by the media. He seeks to put this to rights. Described by Irvine Welsh as “our sharpest cultural commentator,” he can be found online at The Nameless Thing, where you can buy his books and read some of his rantings.

Movie of the Week - Downtown 81

Clarence Clemons RIP

photo by Karen Kuehn
Clarence Clemons - RIP

It took me a very long time to appreciate Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band. Being the good contrarian, when I was a youngster I could never appreciate it for what it was without all of baggage & peripheral stuff clogging up the old enjoyment factor. A few things started to change that over time:

2. Everything But the Girl covering "Tougher Than The Rest"
3. And finally, actually seeing Springsteen and company at the Meadowlands when they got back together in the late 90's. I treated my friend Russ (always a champion of Bruce) as an apology of sorts for infractions long since forgotten. 

Its #3 there that's maybe the most important part of this small part of my musical history. It was there that I learned how important Clarence Clemons was to the E Street Band, and how he was probably the fan favorite. It was strange seeing & hearing them play...I knew so many of the songs note for note, like you do classic rock songs from albums that you never actually owned, because you heard them on the radio so often. For some reason, every time Clarence stepped up and started playing his parts & solos, I was surprised. This guy wasn't just a saxophone player - he was an integral part of the band. Arguably as important as Springsteen himself. He also had a sound as identifiable, if not the skills, of a Coltrane or Parker. Of course any Springsteen fan might tell you this, but I needed to figure it out for myself. And I at that moment did.

Born To Run photos by Eric Meola

Jun 18, 2011

Stupefaction Tech Report - Music Apps & Turntable.fm

Every once in a while I come across apps that I really dig, or think I should mention, and I never seem to get around to it. Well that stops today! Below are a couple I'd like to mention plus a website I was recently turned on to.

The first app, I helped out in the production of. It was put together for the recently released (and first for a very long time) new album from Gavin Friday, catholic. Not all that different from apps I've seen for many of my favorite radio stations (WBGO, WFMU) or musical outfits (Echo & the Bunnymen, Daptone Records). It's free and you never know...there might be a time when you need it! Check it out here.


The second one was brought to my attention via the ever excellent ModCulture website,  and is called The 45 Fix (info here). Currently only available (or useful) for UK record nuts, its basically an record store app. According to ModCulture, many second hand shops are currently not listed, but that will change over time. I hope the developers of this one can get it together for the States. What an amazingly useful idea!


Lastly, we have turntable.fm, proving that many times the best ideas are obvious & simple. Turntable.fm combines two old ideas into one new, and quite fun one - playing music with friends & chatting about it. Basically, there are virtual rooms which are user created. Each room can have up to 5 DJ's, along with unlimited listeners, and each DJ takes a turn playing a song. And everyone can chat...it's quite addictive, and a great way to listen to music...I'm sure the RIAA & music publishers will find some way to fuck these folks over, but I hope not. Anyway, have a go while you can. Its a blast!

Wild Man Fischer RIP

 Wild Man Fischer - RIP

Jun 17, 2011

NYNS - Hello Michael Des Barres



Previously on the New York York Nobody Sings: Future actor Michael Des Barres squawks about that oh-so-seventies rock subject, life on the road, on "Hello New York," the opening track from Silverhead's second album, 16 and Savaged. The short lived glam-ish, hard rock band also included future Blondie bassist, Nigel Harrison.

Have you done the Left Side Rock yet?

In case you still haven't heard anything from my favorite album of the year, let me run it by you again - Brian Olive's amazing Two of Everything, co-produced by Brian and the Black Keys' Dan Auerbach. Buy it here or here. Damn, its a fucking great record! Hopefully there will be a video soon for lead song, "Left Side Rock." Until then, here are a couple of more tracks to start off the weekend...

  Strange Attractor by Brian Olive

  You Can't Hide It by Brian Olive

Here are the latest tour dates (with more to come):
July 23 Newport, KY The Southgate House (Record Release Party)
August 6 Cleveland, OH Open Air Market Square
August 6 Cleveland, OH The Happy Dog
August 10 Cambridge, MA T.T. The Bears

Friday Ephemera - Better Badges


Better Badges of London, circa 1979

Blank City DVD giveaway at the Vinyl District

If you live in the Washington DC area: 
To celebrate a screening there of the wonderful Blank City, our friends at The Vinyl District are giving away a pair of tickets, as well as a cool poster signed by a bunch of folks in the movie...very nice! Visit the Vinyl District for more info.

Jun 13, 2011

Carl Gardner (the Coasters) RIP

Carl Gardner - RIP


Watch the Closing Doors: Kris Needs remembers living in NYC

 As mentioned a couple of weeks ago,  beginning on June 20, the Year Zero label will begin releasing an amazing series of compilations covering a history of music in New York in the 20th century called Watch the Closing Doors. All lovingly compiled & notated by UK music writing great Kris Needs, volume one will cover the years 1945-1959. I had mentioned in the initial post that Kris & I had worked together at Bleecker Bobs Records on West 3rd Street for a couple of years in the mid 80's. As a special exclusive to Stupefaction, Kris was kind enough to put together this list of his top memories of living here at the time. And wouldn't you know? It was exactly like this! BIG THANKS to Kris for the contribution! For more info on these releases visit the Year Zero/Future Noise website.

10 NEW YORK MOMENTS FROM THE 80s by Kris Needs



1. The magnificent Danceteria on 21st Street was, literally, my first stop on my first visit to New York; straight from the airport! I was there with the Specimen and Bat Cave, which we were preparing to take around the US. The tour, and Danceteria itself, were booked by a lady called Ruth Polsky, who opened up the city and US for British new wave bands. Ruth, who was tragically killed by a runaway cab in 1986, was lovely, showing us around this amazing, multi-floored club where Madonna worked in the cloak-room and they had different floors for rock, disco, hiphop and the world’s first video-adorned chill out bar. I remember thinking, ‘One day all clubs will be like this’…

2. Walking into CBGBs for the first time, thinking, ‘Is this where it all happened?’, then watching amazing sets by Certain General and the Band Of Outsiders [two criminally overlooked downtown bands]. A few weeks later the two bands joined forces to form the Dead Rabbit Gang and I ended up singing with them on that hallowed stage. Both groups became friends, helping me immeasurably while I was there, so I returned the favour by bringing them to the UK [and will be featuring them on future WTCD sets]. Seeing Suicide there a few years later remains one of the greatest gigs I’ve ever witnessed; the perfect soundtrack to the city, which had not yet been sand-blasted by gentrification.

3. Hitting the Paradise Garage at some unknown hour early in the morning, stumbling into one of the most incredible atmospheres I’ve ever encountered at a club, bodies screaming, cavorting and utterly unified by the guy behind that huge DJ consol; Larry Levan at full throttle. When he played The Clash, the place erupted. The acid house revolution had yet to erupt so this was like nothing I’d seen before in my whole life.


4. My first foray down the subway, at Union Square station. There was a distant rumble in the tunnel before the number six train came roaring in, screeching and sparking, covered top to bottom in full car graffiti. From then on, I rode the subway just to look at this mobile art gallery, met some writers and started doing it myself [hence the sleeve art on my compilation!].

 5. Hiphop was in the process of busting out and progressing alarmingly with the introduction of samplers and drum machines. One night, this new outfit called Run DMC were playing at Danceteria; a new, stripped down sound and charismatic group who I would experience under riot conditions at Madison Square Gardens a few years later.

6. It was always good to catch up with friends in visiting UK bands, seeing how they went down in NYC and often writing about them for Creem. These included Big Audio Dynamite, the Cult, Billy Idol, Sigue Sigue Sputnik and Zodiac Mindwarp and the Love Reaction. When I first lived in the city I was hanging out with Rick Rubin a lot and he nearly signed the last bunch to Def Jam!


7. Hearing New York radio for the first time. To me, the city wasn’t just about great bands and venues, it was the whole experience, sound-tracked by the incredible 24 hour black music radio stations; KISS FM, WBLS and KTU and their astonishing master-mixes. Tapes of these stations were like gold dust back in London, so Ruth found it highly amusing when I made straight for the radio, plonked a cassette in her sound system and recorded relentlessly. First thing I caught was a master-mix of Grandmaster Flash’s ‘White Lines’ and Liquid liquid’s ‘Cavern’. I was just sitting there with my mouth hanging open, listening to the future. Then I decorated the cassettes with paint markers to look like subway cars. I was in rather deep!

8. Standing next to cool DJ Red Alert in some club as he cut and scratched his way through a set for the 1989 New Music Seminar. That year, I assistant-edited a magazine called Dance Music Report, which was published by Tommy Boy. It was brilliant spending a year in the eye of NY’s hiphop hurricane; watching De La Soul’s rise from close quarters, coming in to the office to find Afrika Bambaataa sitting at my desk, charting the rise of acid house and getting sent mountains of juicy vinyl!

 9. George Clinton and the P-Funk All-Stars at the Harlem Apollo. I first interviewed this all-time hero for a P-Funk edition of DMR, coinciding with his first album released on Prince’s Paisley Park label. Around this time, he played an amazing gig at the Palladium on 14th Street; three hours of pure, uncut Funk euphoria. However, the big one was going to see him again a couple of months later at Harlem Apollo. I’d always wanted to see this landmark in New York’s musical history, which obviously figures regularly in my series, and it didn’t disappoint, despite Harlem still being rather hairy at that time. Needless to say, George, Garry Shider and co rose to the occasion. The man would provide another great NY moment in 1994 when I was over with Primal Scream, who I was now DJing for and were recording an MTV spot with George as the two had recently joined forces. Sparks [and many other things] were flying!

 10. Buying a spider-skull ring off Tim B. of this very parish when we both braved working at Bleecker Bob’s record store [itself with some great moments, even alongside the incessant bullying, but rather hazy at the end!]. The ring’s there for good as a symbol of my time living in New York, haven’t taken it off since [Also, it’s stuck!].
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