"Come stare at the sky with us! Cameron Michel and I with the help of lots of sweet amazing flower makers have created a sky installation for Glasslands stage! To help us celebrate, Raul de Nieves and Maya will DJ soaring tunes and live performance by Georgiana Starlington will take us to the moon!"
Georgiana Starlington is our good friends Jack and Julie Hines. Jack used to be in Black Lips and Julie and I used to have the Wet Dreams. Psyched to see Moses playing drums with them.
Jay was what few people have the capacity to be. He created an undeniably classic album that contained so much pain transfered to tape in such an explosive way that it made you feel different after hearing it. He was transgressive and honest. His flaws were something he focused on and overdubbed and distorted until they made you forget who he really was - a person with feelings and a good heart. He loved music and worked hard from a young age to pursue it. He was a self-made and unmade man. I am truly sickened to see him go.
Link wray is my faaavorite guitarist in history, so it is only natural that his brother vernon would have some charm of his own. checking out his stuff along youtube i ran into this video where someone put vernons music to the photographer Rimaldas Viksraitis. i was unfamiliar with Viksraitis work but boy am i glad i know it now. I hate to make a reference point - but it kind of has an eastern block gummo factor. these pictures memorialize how casual people can be hanging out naked with animals.
Now that the season of "best of" lists is over and there is no pressure to make them, I've had time to really think about it and have a better idea of what albums affected me most in the last decade. One keeps coming to mind and, as it is criminally overlooked, I'd like to give it a little spotlight here and argue it's case. The album I'm thinking is truly the most defining and important work in my subjective opinion is Bobby Conn's The Golden Age.
What Bobby did was make an album that is equally dark, funny, sad, and above all unselfconscious. In my mind (which may be a little warped) the songs and lyrics capture a lot of the painfully mediocre emptiness of suburban adolescence without romanticizing it or taking an elitist and condescending tone about it. I am not a particular fan of lyrics and it really takes a lot to get me to remember and pay attention to what a singer is actually saying. Bobby tells stories on this record. Sad ones, Funny Ones. And sometimes you can't tell which are which.
Thirty-three! We made it, baby, let's take our helicopters for a ride Oh, this land will be so pretty once we push these peasants into the sea And we'll be golfing for our charities Playing bingo with our memories They always kiss your ass when you live in the past And we're lost inside the best years of our lives!
Whenever the lyrics get too clever and cynical the music comes along and pushes it out of the realm of the bitter and adolescent fuck everyone attitude and into an ambiguous and bizarrely emotional area.
I hate writing about music because I can never express how a song sounds exactly to me. Also it is to be expected that since this album came out when i was 18, I had no hard time relating to it. It really spoke to my cynicism and angst at the time but backed it up with stories and narrative impulse and above all - this weird, creepy, charismatic sense of humor.
The album also captured something else that appealed to me at 18 - a transgressive sense of sexuality that I could relate to. I had just discovered Dennis Cooper and Jean Genet. Growing up in a place like Marietta in the mid-to-late 90's, I was desperate to identify music and art that could confirm I was not insane and alone. Bobby Conn's narratives excited me because the idea of someone singing about what he was singing about was exciting and dangerous.
You've Come A Long Way Baby (Lyrics by Bobby Conn)
High school sleep over under my bed And when the conversation stops you offer head But I only tease you, I don't know how So you took Jimmy in the ass, I'm so confused You've come a long way, baby, you've come along You've come a long, long, long way down You're father's a hero, he's doing time He held the knife up to your throat when you were three You're mother's a beauty at thirty-nine She took me downstairs for some dope and blew my mind You've come a long way now, baby Skin popping heroin under your desk In New York City you lived in the closet and I wore the dress In San Francisco you got my luggage but I got your gun Back in Chicago that was the last time we had any fun Are you still alive?
A Taste Of Luxury (Lyrics by Bobby Conn)
You said, "The higher we fly, the farther we fall But there's a place in the sky where there's no weight at all And if we can make it we'll finally be free Totally helpless, without gravity." But I fell back in the cul-de-sac for a little history lesson It was '83 and you were working me to fight off the depression Throwing pills at my window sill so we could go shoplifting You had a preppy look for a petty crook You were never wanting for a Taste of luxury
The Pumper (Lyrics by Bobby Conn)
You into ecstasy? You wanna try? Get in my Cherokee; it's a ten-minute drive I can get you high, I can get you high I got one leg, and a twelve-inch stump I use a crutch, but I don't got to use the pump I can get you high, I can get you high Power exchange! You feel your balls tighten up; you don't know who I am 'Cuz you've never been to Texas, boy, alone with a man I can get you high, I can get you high Power exchange! I know you got my life in your hands, I know you got my life Kick me Power!
I hope you will check out the best album of the last decade (in my opinion) if you haven't already.
So being that my mother is Colombian.I was always in search of the punk culture there,and i found it when i visited in the 90's.Anyways somebody from maximum rock n roll turned me on to this movie and i recommend you watch the whole thing if you get a chance.It is a window in to the grim realty of life for kids in 1980's MedellĂn. The movie like some other Colombian films i.e "Maria full of grace" is slow but that doesn't bother me so much cause thats how life can sometimes be.Capturing boredom on film is realistic.Oh yeah all the and bands in the film are real groups of the day almost making this like a semi-documentary.they had a bunch of shows on rooftops in the city.The "slam dancing" in the second clip seems kind of whimpy but there is plenty of violence to be found otherwhere.
The abandoned houses project began innocently enough roughly ten years ago. I actually began photographing abandonment in Detroit in the mid 90’s as a creative outlet, and as a way of satisfying my curiosity with the state of my home town. I had always found it to be amazing, depressing, and perplexing that a once great city could find itself in such great distress, all the while surrounded by such affluence.
Brush Park, on the outskirts of Detroit’s entertainment district was always an area of interest to me. For as long as I can remember the area, housing large houses and mansions, sat largely abandoned just a stones throw away from the Fox Theater, and not far from Wayne State University, the Masonic Theater, and even the central business district. How could an area that was obviously once a wealthy enclave in the city become an example of the downfall of American cities?
For years the area had signs advertising the redevelopment that was about to take place. It finally began to happen, with the construction of the new ballpark for the Tigers, and Ford Field for the Lions. New condos, and town homes began to appear amidst the rubble of burned out mansions turned apartments. Some of the houses were so large they became “loft condos”. As the entertainment district flourished, and Brush Park began to transform into something new, I realized the other approximately 135 square miles of Detroit was largely ignored. The excitement about Detroit’s “rebirth” took center stage, while much of the rest of the city was becoming largely abandoned. Even Brush Park itself was still largely abandoned, but with the remaining tenants of Brush Park buildings being pushed out, and many of the old houses torn down, I moved on to other areas, where Detroiters were attempting to make a life among abandoned and burned out houses. Often times, the neighborhoods were almost completely abandoned. In these neighborhoods I encountered concerned citizens, packs of wild dogs, 20 foot high piles of toilets, and houses with the facades torn off, filled with garbage.
As the number of images grew, and a documentary style emerged, I switched from mostly black and white, to color, and decided to name the series 100 Abandoned Houses. 100 seemed like a lot, although the number of abandoned houses in Detroit is more like 12,000. Encompassing an area of over 138 square miles, Detroit has enough room to hold the land mass of San Francisco, Boston, and Manhattan Island, yet the population has fallen from close to 2 million citizens, to most likely less than 800,000. With such a dramatic decline, the abandoned house problem is not likely to go away any time soon.
Since Cole has started posting here please be sure to read who posted what at the bottom of each entry. Ever since Lockett's journal of bodily functions, I've been rather annoyed how people attribute everything on this blog to me. Especially lazy journalists. Cole's opinions of prepubescent latino preachers are his own and do not necessarily reflect those of Deerhunter Music Group, LLC.
some of the folks spectating youtube have branded this poor child and his teachers evil. and evil or not, there is something undeniably special about this youngster's delivery, one that i aim to tap into for my own forces that i choose. I do not consider my self religious but this kid makes Christianity seem awesome and poetic with the fierce energy that passes thru his small prepubescent body. I have not often seen such passion in nay-sayers, nor my artisan counterparts.
long before deer hunter was spawned from the streets of a small town called Marietta, Georgia.There was a band in the 1960's and they are one of the only rock bands known to have existed and actually released music commercially in what was then a desolate enclave of northern GA."A Woman" was their claim to no fame,.this picture is an overhead shot from roughly the whereabouts in which the band may have been located.
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