a visual collective outlet of inspiration
keith richards turned 70 on december 18th, and we all forgot to say happy birthday. long live and godspeed… 1943-2043 (keith is the one on the left, patti hansen on the right) by bh
music
le parc
today, i went to the opera garnier in paris to see “le parc” (the park), a ballet by angelin preljocaj with music by mozart. unsurprisingly, i have a soft spot for the ending scene, but realized to my horror that i actually had already seen this scene in… a commercial. ruined it… also, what’s going on with the billion people coughing during the first ten minutes of any play/ballet/opera?? by lil
lorde – tennis court
obsessed with this song and video. watch lorde, aka the seventeen-year-old ella maria lani yelich-o’connor as she doesn’t lip-synch most of her song. by lil
the special nelson mandela: buried but never dead
i played this back then, and i play it now because unfortunately apartheid is still alive under other names. a beautiful song for a beautiful man; was playing it in the office all week. free nelson mandela – the specials (aka). written by jerry dammers and performed by his coventry based band the special A.K.A. – with lead vocal by stan campbell – released in 1984 as a protest against the imprisonment of nelson madela by the apartheid south african government. by dd
chrysta bell
flamingly beautiful david lynch collaborator ms. chrysta bell, doing what she does best. by cm
next weekend recording session
from the top: dd, fd and dt… hell, we’re missing a drummer? by dd
tau·ro·bo·li·um – noun
1. the sacrifice of a bull, followed by the baptism of neophytes in the blood, as practiced in the ancientrites of mithras or cybele.
“mondo taurobolium”, made by animator galen pehrson – for devendra’s closing track on his new album mala by kd
…speaking of fire
by kd
Glenn o’brien remembers lou reed
Hey Lou, it’s me. “I wished I talked to you more when you were alive…”
You wrote that to Andy when he bought it. Well, fucking ditto.
I just wanted to say that you went out well. You went out on top. And the whole fucking thing…your um, oeuvre, is like, scintillating and mind-boggling and thrilling and scary. Thrills and chills, fear and loathing, and then, just when we least expected it, you pulled out a big fat heart.
I first saw Lou Reed when I was in college. It had to be the summer of ’67 because the first Velvet Underground album, The Velvet Underground & Nico, had come out in March. The one with the Warhol peel-able banana on the inside of the LP. I had seen it in the record store. I think I didn’t have enough money to buy the album right off but I knew that the band was involved with Andy Warhol and they looked more interesting than anybody I’d ever seen before, and that was good enough for me. There was Andy on the back cover, staring through a tambourine. Lou was the guitar player in wraparound shades and a cop hairdo holding a guitar with his fingers bent in a weird posture, possibly resulting from taking a pill.
So I went to see The Velvets play at La Cave, a folk club on the East side of Cleveland, Ohio. I had gone there numerous times to see gentle folkies like Bob Gibson, Tom Rush, Judy Collins, and Ian & Sylvia, but I was especially psyched to see the weird band managed by Andy Warhol that had a songs called “Heroin,” “The Black Angel’s Death Song,” and “All Tomorrow’s Parties.” With the incredibly beautiful German singer who was in La Dolce Vita. Nico!
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by pp.
SKY – I KNOW.
i couldn’t resist.
and i’m coming to visit as soon as my bike’s fixed. by kl
the happiest finger
axl and davy want you to piss off; in the best way possible, please. by sv
TGIF (thank god it’s french)
french dj gesaffelstein always keeps it dark ‘n’ stormy. nice song, great video and hey, you’d look pretty good in that jag xj6 around the 1:10 mark, dd
by kd