Burning Flags Press The website of Glen E. Friedman. Renowned for both his work with musicians like Fugazi, Minor Threat, Public Enemy, the Beastie Boys, Slayer (and many, many more) as well as his groundbreaking documentation of the burgeoning skateboard phenomenon in the late `70's, Glen has been privvy to (and has summarily captured on film) some of the coolest stuff ever. He's also an incredibly insightful and nice guy to boot.
SoHo Blues - Photography by Allan Tannenbaum Allan Tannenbaum is a local photographer who has been everywhere and shot everything, from members of Blondie hanging out at the Mudd Club through the collapsing towers of the World Trade Center on September 11th. You could spend hours on this site, and I have.
Robert Otter Photographs Amazing vintage photographs of New York City, specifically my own neighborhood, Greenwich Village.
oboylephoto Just some intensely cool photographs of abandoned places.
The Weblog of Spumco's John K. The weblog of cartoonist John Kricfalusi, crazed mind and frantic pencil behind the original "Ren & Stimpy," as well as "The Goddamn George Liquor Show." Surreal, unapologetic, uncompromising genius.
Alright, gang, I hope you all have a great Labor Day. I'm off today to (hopefully) get to the airport on time to board a plane to the Lone Star state for the purposes of visiting my in-laws and collecting my wife and children who've been down there for the past two weeks. Please pardon the lapse in regular programming while I'm gone.
In the interim, please enjoy this furious little nugget from the classic lineup of The Misfits. Every time I'm Texas-bound, this song lodges itself firmly in my brain. This particular performance of it dates back to 1983 and is endearingly played at about five times the speed of the already quite stealthy studio rendition. Glen Danzig can barely spit the verses out in time before the boys have rocketed into the chorus. Talk about endurance. The video quality isn't great, but you'll get the idea. It's extraordinary. We shall not their like again. Turn it up.
If you're unfamiliar with this pretty little ditty, you can hear the original version by clicking here, accompanied by some tastelessly bloody and profane graphics that ought to please conspiracy theorists and gore-heads alike. You were warned.
Co-written by Mark Leyner, one of my favorite authors ever, came this little ode to the miracle that is … earwax? Given both my affinity for Leyner's colorful prose (though he has yet to top the absolutely essential "Tooth Imprints on a Corn Dog") and my preoccupation with inner-ear problems (prompted by almost a decade of living with tinnitus), I thought I'd be remiss by not sharing the piece here. Evidently, my recent dabbling in ear candling was ill advised. See also this article, touching on the same arguably icky subject.
Hey again, all. Herewith the latest (last?) batch of photos from "my digital era" (2004 to the present). If you enjoy these and want to see more, just click here and scroll on down to see the previous installments you might have missed. A few of these were taken just this past weekend, actually. Be that as it may, I have to say that I just don't find as much inspiration as I used when I walk the streets of Manhattan. So much of what used to intrigue me has been painted over, spruced up or torn down, replaced by all things new, characterless and antiseptic. Even the interesting street art is harder to find. Walking around downtown Manhattan holds fewer and fewer moments of discovery. There used to be a sense of otherness. Now, it might as well be anywhere else in the world -- only more expensive. In any case, I hope you enjoy these. Click on'em to see larger versions.
Okay, maybe I'm going off on a limb here (shocker), but everyone seems to be making such a big deal about how the stage at the Invesco Field in Denver looks like a "Greek temple." To many a pundit's mind, this seems to suggest that the Democrats are casting themselves in a mythological light (i.e. not of the common man). That's is a load of fatuous claptrap, of course, but I guess the wonks need something to harp on about.
Because I'm such a lamentable geek, of course, the first thing that came to my mind when I saw the stage wasn't anything from ancient Greece, but rather the fabled stage set of Devo's New Traditionalists tour in 1981. I saw the band on that tour -- the first proper concert I'd ever attended -- when it came to New York City's Radio City Music Hall on Halloween, and it obviously left an indellible impression. Maybe the Dems were similarly inspired? I doubt it, but see what ya think. Invesco's on top, Devo's on bottom. You decide. Duty now, spuds.
All 10 million square feet of commercial space lost with the twin towers will be replaced, which is ultimately all that matters to those who control the area. What disappeared were any dreams of real physical or spiritual renewal.
Early last year, I wrongly speculated about the demise of Subterranean Records on Cornelia Street. This past weekend, though, I walked by its door a couple of times, only to find the gate down and locked in both instances (on beautiful weekend days when business would otherwise seem hopeful). Looks like it may finally be gone. I hope I'm wrong again, but it doesn't look promising.