Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Joe Strummer


Copyright Bob Gruen

The importance of style and fashion could be easily overlooked if you automatically relate fashion to hedonism and vanity. To me the first generation of Punk in New York and London proved that fast paced, pure Rockn’ Roll in conjunction with provocative style was a not only a blast. It actually changed the course of music.
But you would have to be as brilliant as the Clash to get away with telling people that by plainly being a rock star you could make bigger changes happen in the world. God bless him for that...
There is a Joe Strummer documentary The Future Is Unwritten by Julian Temple that I was not completely happy about. I did enjoy the film as a fan. The filmmaker had everything at hand, amazing footage, sufficient knowledge of the singer, interesting participants, etc. But sadly and annoyingly, too many of the interviews of Strummers friends, acquaintances and family members are conducted around campfires. We all know now that campfires meant a lot to the late singer and that you can draw a lot from reasoning sitting around campfires. Probably such primordial gatherings could also strengthen, even deepen comradeships. But honestly, I do not want to remember the singer from the Clash as the Punkrocker who also was a hippie at heart. That just does not seem right to me. I would have preferred a more sober focus on his work.

I loved this article from the NY Times by CHRIS SALEWICZ here

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

'Rock Dreams', by Guy Peellaert and Nic Cohn.


copyright Guy Peellaert
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"Sam Cooke. Sam Cooke, shot dead in a motel, was black but dressed up white, sang Soul but wrote Teendreams, wagged his ass but gently, with a certain deference." Nic Cohn


Copyright Guy Peellaert
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'Buddy Holly. Hey, what happened? One moment I was in Lubbock, Texas, and I had bad teeth, bad eyes and sang with my nostrils and adenoids, hiccoughing and whining. Everyone said I was crazy, so I left and came to New York, an I met a man who straightened my teeth, gave me new glasses, dressed me up real Italian sharp. Next he called me Buddy Holly, and what kind of name is that? Then he sent me out on tour, and put me on TV, and now I'm a Rock'n'Roll star. I like it. Everywhere I go, girls scream at me, boys ask for my autograph and I ride around in a Cadillac. But sometimes I can't believe it - I remember Lubbock, Texas, and everybody laughing and I ask myself, can it last?"... Nic Cohn
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I got this book featuring incredible works by Belgian illustrator Guy Peellaert accompanied by Nic Cohn's writing as a present at the age of 12. Having not seen the work in years I was really happy to buy myself a new copy.