Lord Jim hair piece for men, 1978
You don’t say, Lord Jim (if that’s really who you are). I would have never guessed.
“After a couple of days, your friends will think you always had a head of natural hair.”
(via Everlasting Blort)
You don’t say, Lord Jim (if that’s really who you are). I would have never guessed.
“After a couple of days, your friends will think you always had a head of natural hair.”
(via Everlasting Blort)
Five foot one and 240 lbs.
Shocking video of a grossly overweight Iggy Pop performing “Lust For Life.”
Actually, this is Dutch actor Frank Lammers doing a spot on imitation of what Iggy would look like if he morphed into late period Elvis.
According to the gospel of Saint Anthony H. Wilson, Manchester, England, was the center of the universe during the 1980s and 1990s. Not only for its music, its talent, its imagination, and sheer brass neck, but also because it had the Haçienda, the fabled night club where you could see Madonna one night and William Burroughs the next.
Designed by Ben Kelly, The Haçienda opened its doors on Friday May 21st 1982. Owned by Factory Records and New Order (the latter plowed most of their earnings into the venue), it was given the Factory catalog number FAC51. The mix of who played there reads like an A & R man’s wet dream and included, New Order, The Happy Mondays, The Smiths, OMD, The Birthday Party, Husker Du, The Stone Roses, Oasis, James, Echo and The Bunnymen, A Certain Ratio, and Divine, amongst others. Mike Pickering, Graeme Park and Dave Haslam were host DJ’s, and in the late 1980s and 1990s, the club was the catalyst for Madchester - the music and drug fueled Second Summer of Love.
Yet, as it is said, all good things must end and the Haçienda closed down in 1997; and the club was demolished to make way for “luxury apartments” in 2002.
When Peter Hook (legendary bass-player with Joy Division and New Order), guest-blogged on the NME back in 2009, he recalled his top 10 Haçienda memories. At number three, was William Burroughs performance at The Haçienda, October 1982, of which Hooky wrote:
“That was one of those nights when there was hardly anyone in but it was quite intense because of what William Burroughs was doing. The funny thing was that one of Joy Division’s first gigs abroad was with William Burroughs, a William Burroughs evening in the Plan K in Belgium so we had a little bit of history with him ‘cos he’d told Ian to fuck off when he asked for a free book. Even at The Haçienda I didn’t ask for a free book either. I was as scared of William Burroughs as he was.
Burroughs was always impressive when presenting his work on stage, and this clip, posted by orange object, is a great piece of pop and literary culture.
Previously on DM
Divine performs in front of stunned punks in Manchester, England, 1983
Thanks for clearing that up, the Mirror! It all makes sense now.
(via Das Kraftfuttermischwerk)
I’m pretty sure most people have seen this incredibly creepy John Wayne Gacy-esque Mr. Rogers clip before. However, I had no idea how many “evil’ Mr. Rogers videos existed on YouTube! If you’re curious to see more (sure you are), I’ve compiled a few for your viewing pleasure below:
Mr. Rogers is an Evil Man
Mr. Rogers: Private swimming lessons with an underage minor
Slug: Crawl (aka Here and Now)
Scary Mister Rogers
Mr. Rogers: Hugs From Hell
Mr. Rogers’ Satanic Neighborhood
Mr. Rogers LOL
Howard Stern on Mr. Rogers Quotes
Left to right: Donald Cammell, Dennis Hopper, Alejandro Jodorowsky & Kenneth Anger.
Cinematic shaman Alejandro Jodorowsky discusses his work. Taken from the over five hours worth of extras that will come with the much-anticipated re-release of Santa Sangre
I deliberately avoided putting this video in yesterday’s Haunted Retro post because I think it deserves a post all of its own. It represents visually what War, Pink et al represent musically. It’s indecipherable without being shoe-gaze, it’s psychedelic without sounding like it came from the Sixties. It’s lo-fi, it’s esoteric, it’s fun - everything this imagined genre should be. It’s from the album Horribles Parade on Sacred Bones, which you can get here, and if you want to hear more here is the Gary War MySpace. Broadcast fans will find much to like in this:
Despite my denials, it’s true, LSD babies were the product of my generations selfless longing for illumination, enlightenment and the drug-crazed delusion that life could transcend the narrow limitations of ego and burst beyond the grasping self into some sublime open field where all things were one and living in perfect absolute harmony.
But it was not to be.
Teenage girls gave birth to nine pound day-glo frogs and young boys slithered within the skin of hideous snakes through crepusculating psychedelic forests, their adolescent tongues darting like stroboscopic slabs of slimy pink despair into the peach fuzzed meatpit of absolute reality.
The era of the Aquarian Age turned into a sideshow of chromosome altered freaks that roamed the garbage strewn streets of the Mission District and the Lower East Side. Within the dark alleys of crumbling cities the LSD babies gathered in schools of glistening green-eyed bat creatures and colonies of sad little frog people with speech impediments and post nasal drip.
What had once been metaphoric had become literal: WE HAD THIRD EYES!
This letter from Jack Kerouac to Marlon Brando in which Kerouac pitches the idea of a movie version for On The Road starring Brando was auctioned by Christies for $36,000 a few years ago. A check Jack can’t cash.
I’m praying that you’ll buy ON THE ROAD and make a movie of it. Don’t worry about the structure, I know to compress and re-arrange the plot a bit to give a perfectly acceptable movie-type structure: making it into one all-inclusive trip instead of the several voyages coast-to-coast in the book, one vast round trip from New York to Denver to Frisco to Mexico to New Orleans to New York again. I visualize the beautiful shots could be made with the camera on the front seat of the car showing the road (day and night) unwinding into the windshield, as Sal and Dean yak. I wanted you to play the part because Dean (as you know) is no dopey hotrodder but a real intelligent (in fact Jesuit) Irishman. You play Dean and I’ll play Sal (Warner Bros. mentioned I play Sal) and I’ll show you how Dean acts in real life…we can go visit him in Frisco, or have him come down to L.A. still a real frantic cat. All I want out of this is to able to establish myself and my Mother a trust fund for life, so I can really go around roaming around the world…to write what comes out of my head and free to feed my buddies when they’re hungry. What I wanta do is re-do the theater and the cinema in America, give it a spontaneous dash, remove pre-conceptions of “situation” and let people rave on as they do in real life…The French movies of the 30’s are still far superior to ours because the French really let their actors come on and the writers didn’t quibble with some preconceived notion of how intelligent the movie audience is…American theater & Cinema at present is an outmoded dinosaur that ain’t mutated along with the best in American Literature.
Come on now Marlon, put up your dukes and write! ...signed in blue ink Jack Kerouac
Thanks 3 A.M.
