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Of interest to our NYC-dwelling readers: Tomorrow, Thursday, April 8, from 6:00 to 8:00 pm there will be an artist’s reception & book signing for Pieter Hugo’s exhibition at the Yossi Milo Gallery at 525 West 25th Street. The show will be on view through April 17th.
Hugo will be signing copies of his amazing book Nollywood book. Tara and I have a copy of this on our coffee table and we both really love it.
Previously on Dangerous Minds:
Nollywood: Nightmarish Photographs by Pieter Hugo
Though this clip has been around for some time, I think this latest version is of the best quality. This is from a James Brown concert in 1983, in which the hardest working man in show business invites both Michael Jackson and Prince to the stage for a little improvisation. Michael woos the ladies, while Prince - well you’ll just have to watch. If you blink you might miss him ride in on the back of a gigantic body guard dressed in a leopard wrestler’s outfit.
Photo by Austin Young
Dangerous Minds pal Ann Magnuson was rather unceremoniously booted from Facebook this morning? If Facebook wants to look seriously unhip, picking on someone as awesomely cool as Ann Magnuson would seem to be the right way to go about it. But I’ll let Ann explain:
My photographer friend Austin Young called me today to ask if I was mad at him. Mad? Yeah, because he’d been blocked from my Facebook profile. Then my husband FWD’d me a message from a mutual FB friend that my page had been taken down.
“a question… call it odd coincidence, but i somehow just now noticed that ann has vanished from fb. hmmm… since i can’t imagine it was anything i said i’m hoping she didn’t get deviously hacked or something.—T”
I panicked. Deviously hacked??? What’s next? My bank account? But I went on FB and discovered my personal profile had, indeed, been disabled. WTF? I could not for the life of me figure out why.
Unless it was a photo I did with Austin that I recently posted as my profile pic. It spoofed the iconic Roxy Music album cover for Country Life. We shot it over a year ago. It was a bit of an afterthought but it turned out so fantabulous that I wanted to save it for something special. But on March 29th my husband sent me this:
...with the explanation:
“New album from J. Mascis and some other dude who was in a band called Cobra Verde in the 90’s.”
DAMN! I knew Austin and I better get our “Country Life” cover out into the world TOOT SWEET lest we be accused of copying Mr. Mascis. (Oddly enough, I was saving OUR cover to use for future artwork on a CD of my own Seventies-inspired tunes and cover versions. Oh well.)
So I posted it on Easter. It seemed as appropriate as candy-colored Peeps or chocolate bunnies.. I thought, well, it is a TAD racy but not really considering what’s out there these days—case in point: Michelle “Bombshell” McGee. I mean, I wasn’t wearing a Nazi’s officer’s cap with outstretched arm and improvised Hitler ‘tache.
But someone must’ve complained. I read the FB fine print. “Obscene”? “Pornographic?” It seemed pretty harmless to me. (The only violation may have been the copious amount of photoshopping.) I suspect that complaint MIGHT have come from someone in my homestate of West Virginia. I’ve had to block a few of ‘em for the right-wing harangues. I try to be friends with everyone but….it can’t always be done.
Or maybe not? Maybe was it my last comments railing against Don Blankenship and Massey Coal for all the safety violations that are ignored time and time again until we lose more miners’ lives back in West Virginia? (Not to mention Massey’s mountaintop removal rape of Almost Heaven, turning huge swathes of the Appalachian mountains into Almost Hell). Or…WHAT?
Whatever the reason, I’m somewhat relieved to be off the damn thing. I’ve found I have a LOT more free time. Hey, I’m reading books! But I miss my 4,000 plus ‘friends’. Even the ones I really know!
Facebook, what gives? Can I have my original profile page back? There were so many great comments on that photo, the best being from someone who knew the original photographer of the original Roxy album cover who offered all sorts of insider info on how the photo was shot and who those girls were and what Bryan Ferry was up to in Spain where he found them!
UPDATE: Reinstate Ann Magnuson on Facebook
And while I have your attention: Ann just joined Twitter. Follow her here.
Reverend Fred Phelps (above) is the founder of the Westboro Baptist Church, the fire-and-brimstone outfit that attributes America’s “eternal damnation” to homosexuality (so, yes, that last link does indeed, sadly, take you to godhatesfags.com).
What distinguishes Phelps and his 12 or so kids (including daughter Shirley, his most passionate supporter), from most church-goers, though, is that this family really likes to get their picket on, waving signs and spewing hate at grade schools, gay pride parades, even at the funerals of soldiers. Their enemy list includes such figures as Bill O’Reilly, Coretta Scott King and Ronald Reagan. And now one more: estranged son, Nate Phelps.
Nate escaped a life of hate (and frequent beatings, apparently) and is starting to talk about it. He recently sat down with Canadian TV’s Peter Klein, and described what it was like “running from hell.” Give it a look, it’s a bizarre but fascinating 30 minutes.
(via Mother Jones)
The first issue of Brendan McCarthy’s new Spider-Man series, “Fever,” is out today in comic stores. I want one!!!!
Richard Metzger and Grant Morrison both introduced me to the work of British artist Brendan McCarthy about five years ago—he truly is the secret chief of all comics. (His one-shot with Peter Milligan, “Rogan Gosh,” is, for instance, both my favorite comic and spiritual text of all time. Now that’s a two-for-one deal if ever one existed in this dimension—though good luck finding a copy!)
This should get me back into a comic store after, oh, a good couple years.
Comic blog the Outhousers has a review here:
Any comic that starts out with Dr. Strange getting a book that releases havoc onto New York City sounds like normal fare. What about when that havoc is expressly some kind of spider demon who infects Spider-Man and carts him to what appears to be Fantastic Planet?
Yep, this is some seriously messed up psychedelic comics. The art is the real star here with Brendan McCarthy melding some blend of Riley Rossmo style lines with the day glo world of Madman. It looks like a spider comic on acid and honestly, it reads a bit like one too.
I’ll admit, I am unfamiliar with his work, but seeing that McCarthy has worked with Shade: The Changing Man scribe Peter Milligan comes as no shock. The comic I just read seems like something that might have come out of that same deranged mind.
The plot is simple enough, Stephen Strange has ordered a book on Albion Crawley, a turn of the century occultist who wrote about some crazy spider gods. Upon arrival, the book releases some spider demon who becomes involved in a conflict between Spider-Man and the Vulture. Spider-Man appears to go tripping the light fantastic in Strange’s bath tub and all holy hell breaks loose. No seriously, that’s about it for this first issue, other than an intriguing last panel cliffhanger.
How can you resist with a plot summary like that???
Uh, apparently Deepak Chopra claimed over Twitter that he caused the Baja earthquake.
Damn. What a dick.
Deepak Chopra is a peddler of nonsense, woo, and alt-med garbage. I’m not a fan — duh — so I missed his tweet which is causing a minor stir on the intertoobz:
Had a powerful meditation just now – caused an earthquake in Southern California.
Reading his tweets is like trying to read a book whirling around in a blender, but it does appear that he thinks he caused the earthquake in Baja the other day.
However, in a later tweet he said:
Some people were upset at my remarks re earthquake. Sorry about that. I was actually meditating when it happenned [sic] and thougt [sic]” Whoaaa!”
So either he was joking, and haha if he was, or he was serious. So if it’s the latter, y’know what I’d love to see? A class action suit against him. That’s right, the people of Mexico and southern California should sue Chopra because he caused a major earthquake! If you win, he goes bankrupt and we’ll never hear his quantum enmangled word salad again. And if you lose, it’s because he’s a charlatan.
Like holy crap, you guys. The Internet just told me there’s actually such a thing as dinosaur metal for kids. Apparently the band’s called “Hevisaurus,” a lot of the members used to be in Dio (!?!?!?) and their songs are in Finnish—although I would say the concept carries in any language, wouldn’t you?
Hevisaurus was a band made up of members from legendary band Dio and Sonata Arctica. Their goal was to recrod heavy metal for children. After an intense brainstorming session, someone thought of buying a bunch of dinosaur suits and the idea stuck. The music itself is in Finnish, but the lyrics usually deal with popular children’s stories and, you know, dinosaurs. Because that’s the heart of metal.
And now I can’t get their song, linked below, out of my head. Damn you Hevisaurus!
Finders Keepers are a British record label that specializes in reissuing long forgotten gems from around the world, usually within the magical late 60’s/early 70’s realm that never ceases to spew out goodies. Calling themselves ‘an accidental world music label’, they are known for unearthing anything from Welsh Rare Beat music, to psychedelic Turkish bangers, as well as long lost Lollywood soundtracks. The label came together under the guise of Andy Votel, who runs B-Music - a label that also specializes in yesterday’s freaky awesomeness. Votel enlisted fellow B-Music DJ and designer Dominic Thomas and Delay 68‘s Doug Shipton to start Finders Keepers as a sister label to B-Music under their Twisted Nerve umbrella.
Lovingly complied by Arash Saedinia and Mahssa Taghinia, Finders’ latest release Pomegranates focuses on Iranian music from the magical realm we previously spoke of, shedding light on a music scene that has been largely ignored by the Western world. The combination of traditional Iranian instruments and sounds against more Western rhythms is undeniably funky and carries a quirkiness quite unique to it’s own sound. The clip for Mohammad Nouri’s Biya Bar-e Safar Bandim shows this fusion executed perfectly. And the Googoosh clip? Let it speak for itself!
Here’s a chance to listen to the entire new album by the always wonderful Caribou. Dig those muffled, awkward disco beats, mournful melodies and expert textures !
via Surfing On Steam