“Some people are bullfighters, some people are politicians. I’m a photographer.”
GIF by If we don’t, remember me.
“Some people are bullfighters, some people are politicians. I’m a photographer.”
GIF by If we don’t, remember me.
She’s an absolute genius at making that face isn’t she?
My favorite album of 2011 was Gentle Spirit, folk-rocker Jonathan Wilson’s masterful, nuanced paean to the Laurel Canyon sound of the early 1970s. So far my favorite album of 2012—unlikely to be bested and it’s not even out until May—is Fear Fun by former Fleet Foxes drummer J. Tillman (now recording under the moniker of “Father John Misty”). Fear Fun was produced by Wilson and my gut tells me that by the time Summer rolls around, the critics will be raving for Father John Misty in that same way they went about declaring Jonathan Wilson the second coming in MOJO and UnCut last year.
Fear Fun, out on Sub Pop Records on May 1, knocked me sideways when I heard it last Fall. It’s been in constant heavy rotation here at DM HQ since then and it’s something the wife and I can always agree on.
The first video from Fear Fun is out today, for a track called “Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings” and it features Parks and Recreation’s deadpan comedienne Aubrey Plaza as a crazy girl who causes a bit of a commotion at a funeral.
All bloody like that, Plaza puts me in mind of a glammed-up Hollywood version of “Lung Leg,” the batshit crazy punk princess seen on Sonic Youth’s Evol album cover. If that’s what they were going for here, they succeeded.
Get the mp3 of “Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings” at Pitchfork.
French director Henry Chapier’s 1968 documentary American Summer is a companion piece to Sex-Power which DM featured a couple of months ago. What I said about that film applies to American Summer: ” Revolution has never been sexier, more romantic, existential or just plain goofy when seen through the prism of the nouvelle vague.”
In American Summer we’re confronted with a bunch of white California militants who’ve aligned themselves with the Black Panther movement during the trial of Huey Newton. The film captures a moment in which the youth movement of the Sixties was becoming restless with passive forms of resistance against the Vietnam War and civil inequality, a time in which giving peace a chance was being supplanted by a naive and relatively unrealistic notion of revolution. The ideology was becoming more radical and language more provocative, but little action was actually being taken by the children of privilege. It was mostly a theoretical revolution composed of words and salutes. “In dreams begin responsibilities”...but most of us were still dreamers.
Featuring clips from speeches given by Black Panther party militants, an interview with Black Panther Party information secretary Kathleen Cleaver, concerts, a Black Panther military parade and music by Quicksilver Messenger Service.
Amusing “Black Fax” tee-shirt design by San Francisco-based artist Ryan De La Hoz. If you’re not familiar with the term “black fax,” it refers to “a prank fax transmission, consisting of one or more pages entirely filled with a uniform black tone. The sender’s intention is typically to consume as much of the recipient’s fax ink, toner or thermal paper or disk space as possible, thus costing the recipient money and/or denying the recipient the use of their machine (this is similar to computer-based denial of service attacks).”
The Black Fax tee-shirt is available for purchase at Ryan’s website, Cool Try.
In recent days, you may have heard of Senator Stacey Campfield, the woefully stupid Republican legislator from Knoxville, TN’s District 7, who is behind the bill nicknamed the “Don’t Say Gay” bill (SB49), which will block any and all discussion of the topic of homosexuality in grades kindergarten through eight in Tennessee schools. Campfield has a history of idiocy when it comes to statements on the LGBT community. He once even likened homosexuality to bestiality. He certainly reflects poorly on the citizens of Knoxville who voted him into office.
Campfield was interviewed by Michelangelo Signorile of Huffington Gay Voices, on his SiriusXM radio show, “OutQ” and said some dumb, dumb things. Very unhelpful, silly and very unintelligent things.
“Most people realize that AIDS came from the homosexual community — it was one guy screwing a monkey, if I recall correctly, and then having sex with men. It was an airline pilot, if I recall.”
“My understanding is that it is virtually — not completely, but virtually — impossible to contract AIDS through heterosexual sex…very rarely [transmitted].”
The thing is, Stacey Campfield is one of those people who is too dumb to know how dumb he is. He needs other people to explain that to him.
As writer Sean Braisted put it on the progressive blog Nashville 21:
“Stacey Campfield has made it a mission in his life to make life harder for those who don’t fit his own personal view of ‘normal’.”
But there has been a pushback against this bigot, as Braisted reported, started when a Knoxville restaurant called The Bistro at the Bijou refused Campfield service on Sunday.
The customer clearly ISN’T always right. Congratulations to owner Martha Boggs who ejected this shithead from her establishment (which is on South GAY Street, btw! What was Campfield doing there in the first place? Looking for a new boyfriend, maybe? Doesn’t he know that you can catch “the AIDS” from the bread sticks!?!)
Boggs told the Metro Pulse:
“I didn’t want his hate in my restaurant. I told him he wasn’t welcome here. ... I feel like he’s gone from being stupid to being dangerous, and I wanted to stand up to him.”
Bravo! I’d have have done the exact same thing in her shoes (or else pissed in his soup?). Round of applause for Martha Boggs!
More from Nashville 21:
Stacey Campfield has blogged about his experience and says that he left the restaurant because “she started to yell and call me names again so I figured it was better to just leave.” He also adds this nugget:
“Some people have told me my civil rights were violated under the 1964 civil rights act in that a person can not be denied service based on their religious beliefs. (I am catholic and the catholic church does not support the act of homosexuality)”
Ummm…no. According to the EEOC, “Social, political, or economic philosophies, as well as mere personal preferences, are not “religious” beliefs protected by Title VII.” While Title II covers restaurants, its safe to say that the same definition of “religion” would apply there as well. Arguably the belief that “homosexuality is a sin” is a religious belief, but saying that AIDS resulted from people having sex with monkeys, or passing laws that prohibit the discussion of the concept of same-sex relationships, does not fall under that classification.
There’s nothing in that legislation that prohibits discrimination against fucking assholes either. Sorry Stacey!
Below, Martha Boggs talks about the Stacey Campfield incident, saying she thinks Campfield is a “bully” and that “he needed to be stood up to.”
CSN&Y live at Wembley Stadium on September 14, 1975.
Joni Mitchell joins the group to provide harmony on “Helpless.”
The day long concert included appearances Mitchell, The Tom Scott Band, The Band and Jesse Colin Young.
The Wembley set was the last concert of the CSN&Y 1974 reunion tour and was marked by a lot of tension between the members of the group fueled by cocaine, Stills’ tenuous grip on reality and quarreling girlfriends. Young wasn’t into the drama and kept at a distance, traveling alone with his son in a camper van. But despite the animosity within the band, the show has moments of greatness.
I normally don’t post “cute kid” videos here on Dangerous Minds, but this is my exception because this kid is one. Graphic designer Adam Ladd showed his 5-year-old daughter various brand logos and recorded her amusing descriptions.
As one YouTuber points out, “Americans: always know their Pepsi, McDonald’s, and cars. The rest are cheetahs.”
Via Laughing Squid
Max, Mon Amour, “the greatest ape romance since King Kong,” is a peculiar 1986 comedy starring Charlotte Rampling as a woman engaged in a polite ménage à trois with her husband and a monkey.
Here’s the synopsis from IMDB:
Reserved and cool, Margaret is the French wife of Peter, a British diplomat posted to France with their son Nelson. She takes a lover, a chimpanzee she bought from a zoo and installed in a flat. Peter asks that she bring the chimp, Max, to live with them. He obsesses about Margaret and Max’s relationship, hiring a prostitute so he can watch Max perform (Max declines) and peering through the keyhole as Margaret and Max sleep. He tries to kill Max, then finally accepts the ape’s presence. When she is called away to her ill mother’s bedside, Max stops eating. Worried, Peter takes Max and Nelson to the countryside so Max can be with Margaret; once there, Nature beckons. Is Max lost?
Max, Mon Amour was made by celebrated Japanese director Nagisa Oshima (Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence, In the Realm of the Senses). You have to hand to the beautiful Ms. Rampling, she really knew how to pick provocative projects. From The Night Porter to this!
Via PCL Linkdump
For five years starting in 1994 Leonard Cohen lived at the Mount Baldy Zen Center 40 miles east of Los Angeles. There he studied with and assisted Zen Master Kyozan Joshu Sasaki Roshi.
In the Spring of 1996, French artist Armelle Brusq filmed this documentary of Cohen going through his daily routine at Mt. Baldy.
Cohen’s cabin with his Technics KN 3000 synthesizer and computers are shown, and he sings his new song “A Thousand Kisses Deep.” He also recites three unpublished poems, two telling about Roshi (one titled Roshi at 89). The third was titled “Too Old.”
The camera also visits the office of Stranger Management: Cohen demonstrates his archives (lots of boxes full of notebooks, he shows a poster of his first book Let Us Compare Mythologies and a painting made by Suzanne, the mother of his children). Later a studio session is going on, he is working with Raffi Hakopian (violin) and Leanne Ungar (his sound engineer). Afterwards Cohen and Brusq dine at Canter’s.
In this documentary Cohen tells about his life, his memories, why he lives at the Zen Center. He suggests that some kind of a circle has been closed and now he can do something else.
Cohen will release his 12th studio album, Old Ideas, tomorrow. Its current rank on Amazon is #1. Clearly, Cohen’s second coming is just a continuation of a long and venerable path by one of music’s wisest elders.
Ossie Clark was a master cutter, who could run his hands over a figure and cut a dress to fit perfectly. He liked his dresses to lie next to the skin, nothing in between, capturing the wearer’s form, beauty and shape. Clark’s inspiration was dance, his idol was Nijinsky, and the movement, flow, and freedom of dance inspired his clothes to enhance the female form. At the height of his success, in the early 1970s, his clothes were worn by some of the world’s most beautiful women - Ali MacGraw, Patti Boyd, Gala Mitchell, Twiggy and Elizabeth Taylor. His leather jackets were worn by Keith Richard, while he designed a jump suit for Mick Jagger to wear during The Stones Exile in Main Street Tour. His favorite model, the beautiful Gala Mitchell said in 1971:
“Usually I lack confidence, but when I wear Ossie’s designs I know I’m beautiful and sexy. His clothes are like a play. I act to suit the mood of the dress. Fashion now is very sophisticated - as always Ossie had that feeling first.”
The magic of Clark’s fashion was the cut, the shape, the heart-tugging style, and the beautiful prints designed by wife Celia Birtwell. Together, Ossie and Celia brought a fabulous, ethereal beauty to fashion in the late 1960s, early 1970s, which has often been copied, but rarely equalled.
Here’s a small selection of Ossie and Celia’s fashions from German TV, circa 1969. Painting above David Hockney’s Mr. and Mrs. Clark and Percy (1971).
More of the Clark’s beautiful fashions, after the jump…