Looks real to me. Can anyone confirm?
Below, Bowie performs “Drive in Saturday” on TV’s Russell Harty Plus program in 1973.
Looks real to me. Can anyone confirm?
Below, Bowie performs “Drive in Saturday” on TV’s Russell Harty Plus program in 1973.
I think this is kind of cool, but I question the wisdom of choosing to immortalize the Iggster at 64-years of age rather than 24?
This I can pass on, though had they gone with a Raw Power-era Iggy in his silver pants, I’d have bought it without hesitation…
Pre-order your Iggy Pop action figure from Toys R Us, it’ll ship in early June.
Below, Iggy smears himself in peannut butter at the Cincinnati Summer Pop Festival of 1970. Scroll in about two minutes for the Stooges mayhem to start:
Thank you Chris Musgrave!
In the past few weeks I’ve dug through boxes of my old records and dusted off my turntables. Right now, sitting a few feet away from me, are stacks of vinyl that I’ve been collecting since I bought my first record, “Return To Sender” by Elvis, when I was 10 years old. While I’ve got a CD collection that numbers in the 1000s, I still love my vinyl. And I’m not the only one. Records have been making a comeback for the past decade and stores like Waterloo in Austin (one of the last record stores standing) devotes close to half its square footage to vinyl.
Of course much of the pleasure of collecting vinyl records is the thrill of the hunt, going to stores and searching through bins of musty merchandise hoping to score something offbeat or a sentimental artifact. Sadly, those days are mostly over. It’s a rarity to find a record store anywhere anymore.
While I appreciate the convenience of ordering music online and the swiftness of downloading, the experience of browsing in a record store is a unique pleasure that is irreplaceable. I miss it and I know that the death of the record store diminishes the experience of being a music fan. What have we sacrificed for speed and laziness? For me, record stores, like bookstores, have always been a great place to gather with people who love art and a place where I might encounter something unexpected among the those mystical slabs of plastic and cardboard.
Record lovers, these 40 photos of shuttered record stores will probably make you misty-eyed. Most of you will recognize among them one or two that are connected to your rock and roll heart.
Via The Daily Swarm
Los Angeles DM readers ! Come on out tonight for lovely records and adult beverages.
From the darkest depths of hipster Brooklyn comes this head-scratcher of a faux-public access half hour by one B.J. Rubin and a gang of amiable hangers-on. Highlights include a seemingly endless stream of half-remembered old time-y piano tunes, an annoyingly circular and obsessive grade-school poetic remembrance, a live cat, and most notably, a 15 minute (!) drum performance by one Kevin Shea that may be one of the most relentlessly funny and potentially self-destructive things I’ve ever witnessed. Seriously, just go ahead and skip to around the 14 minute mark and marvel at the madness.
Thanks Cory Flanigan !
Who wouldn’t want to try this? Ten years on, Music for One Apartment and Six Drummers is still gob-smackingly good fun.
Six drummers participate in a well planned musical attack in the suburbs. As an elderly couple leave their apartment the drummers take over. On everyday objects they give a concert in four movements: Kitchen, Bedroom, Bathroom and Living-room.
With thanks to Duke Sandefur
It’s been a busy year for Anne Pigalle, who follows up the recent release of her brilliant album, L’Amerotica, with L’âme érotique, a selection of twenty-one erotically charged poems, each with their own musical accompaniment. The poems deal with love, sex, and soul. It’s a fabulous oeuvre, and range from the personal (“You Give Me Asthma”, “Lunch”) through the comic and the Surreal to the sexually explicit (“Saint Orgasm”, “X Amount” and “Erotica de toi”).
Throughout is Anne Pigalle’s richly seductive voice that sounds intimate enough to kiss. It’s a fabulous mix, and for fans of the legendary Miss Pigalle, it is a must-have. For first timers, it’s a breathless, arousing and unforgettable introduction.
Anne Pigalle’s L’âme érotique is now available on i-tunes.
To celebrate the release of L’âme érotique, the fabulous Anne Pigalle will hold An Amérotique Salon on 21th april 2011 - at the Idler Academy, 81 Westbourne Park Rd. London W2, check here for details.
‘Cunt Me In’ - Anne Pigalle from ‘L’âme érotique’
‘Are You Real?’ - Anne Pigalle from ‘L’âme érotique’
Previously on DM
Above, artist Kembra Pfahler and friend.
Glamorous new video from Dangerous Minds pal Kembra Pfahler, it’s The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black’s new song “Bring Back the Night.” Directed by Bijoux Altamirano. Might be NSFW.
Rep. Donna F. Edwards of Maryland dropped some deep-cut White Stripes lyrics today on the House floor. Nicely done.
I’ve never been a huge fan of TWS but the original is pretty nifty sounding.
Thanks Ned Raggett !
While Steven Tyler’s heart palpitates like a little bird in his chest and Jennifer Lopez does her best to keep her lunch down, Iggy Pop is the definition of self-parody as he lip syncs and flexes his stretch marks on American Idol.
Punk may not be dead but its varicose veins are showing.
Iggy, I still love you but I’m done defending you.
Thanks, I think, to Jack Sonni.