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flamingly beautiful david lynch collaborator ms. chrysta bell, doing what she does best. by cm
music
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
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this charming charlie
an absolutely incredible tumblr i was introduced to by an equally incredible human being. i grew up immersed in the world of charlie brown, the van pelts and their other assorted playfellows; not to mention my gothically induced adolescence and soft spot for mr. steven patrick morrissey himself. the combination of sketches and lyrics is certainly a winner.
by sv
“does good music need to be good?”
“the duo has become so good at making records that i replay parts of ‘random access memories’ repeatedly while simultaneously thinking it is some of the worst music i’ve ever heard.”
sasha frere-jones, the new yorker’s brilliant columnist and music critic wrote this article in may, and it is still looming in my conscious each time i hear a track from the “noodly jazz fusion” album. we were discussing the album here at ts headquarters earlier, and dd noted on the brilliant inconsistency, once again bringing the above words to mind. really good bad music. as usual, the french are onto something; especially since we are talking about this, months later. by sv
for pp
you two had something a goin’? bryan ferry by photographer neil bedford for the green journal. by dd
fashion week nyc: had to say something
or… the sound system sucks! or in my case i’m too old, and too wise, to take this crap of a sound system you got in this cavernous space, to be associated to anything remotely “sound” relate. by dd
