The fine art of punk rock hairstyles. French documentary footage from the early 1980’s.
 

 

 
A man photographed at Glenn Beckstock. Via Little Green Footballs
 

 
And here’s another “patriot,” this one via Gawker.

 
Uh….

Rare footage of Polish psyche duo Usmiesch Zebiczny. This is their one and only chart entry, “Quiches And Flans And Bottles And Bags”, which came in at number 83 in October 1967. The pair have never been sighted again since this was filmed.

Well no actually, but that’s a good one. It’s actually Bristol, UK band Schnauser (!) being hysterically funny and spot-on. Love it !
 

 
Thanks Richard Midnight Hatsize Snyder !

 
October 14 will see the long-overdue DVD release of the 1971 documentary Raga narrated by and featuring Ravi Shankar. Digitally remastered from a 35mm print, from the looks of the new trailer below it should be stunning. I’ve always loved and been intrigued by the Apple Records soundtrack LP so I’m looking forward to finally seeing this in pristine quality.
 

 
Via Arthur Magazine, thanks !
 
East Meets West Music

 
Maxime Bruneel sent me this terrific little video she created for Freak Owls and I thought you might enjoy it. I do.

 
I could fake it and pretend I have some culturally significant insight about this video, but I don’t. It’s mod and sexy, it’s black and white and Barbi Benton is in it. Shot in 1970. Dig?
 

 
Serge Gainsbourg and Jerry Lee Lewis rhapsodizing about women and fucking in Bourges, France, 1987. Raw video footage shot for French TV but never broadcast for obvious reasons. This is epic.
 

 
I like the breezy psychedelia and delicate grandeur of MGMT’s sophomore album Congratulations. Here’s a brand new video for the title track. It’s a strange, oddly moving little film.  One of the contenders for my top 10 videos of 2010.

 
I love me some Dolly Parton and I especially adore this fashion show on The Mike Douglas Show in 1977. Dolly can do no wrong in my eyes. 

(via The WOW Report)

 
While I agree with most of what Jarmusch has to say in the above quote, I question whether or not originality is non-existent. You may be inspired by or steal from other sources, but ultimately what you create - from whatever you got from wherever you got it - is your own original creation no matter that it’s composed of received elements. If nothing else, the energy originates from you and therefore is original. If originality is dead then aren’t we all? If originality is dead then what drives art? Has the shock of the new turned into a recycled thud?

Here’s a fascinating look into the process Jarmusch went through making the soundtracks for Dead Man with Neil Young and Ghost Dog with RZA. All three artists seem to enjoy working in the moment, improvising and spontaneity, and I find the results quite original.
 

The Mysterious Lady (1928)

Breathtakingly gorgeous piano cover of “Where Is My Mind?” by Maxence Cyrin. Wow! Wow! Wow! 
 

 
PR2 the robot is having fun with his happy socks.

 

 
Who woulda thunk a Status Quo pillow existed? Thanks to Manbroidery, it does now.

Men who embroider or knit unite! Join and post in this awesome group. Men can sew, too. Don’t forget it! Post any works or pictures of “the process”. Any fiber art is allowed. Thanks.

 
(via Everlasting Blort)

 
These are just prototypes and haven’t been produced yet by Brass Monki, but I think they should be. Very cool design from these folks.

Two new designs, based around the costumes worn by Batman and Robin in the TV series decades ago.

(via Gamefreaks)

 
I’m going to have mine pressed into Eddie Murphy’s “Party All The Time.” From Wired UK:

Music lovers can now be immortalised when they die by having their ashes baked into vinyl records to leave behind for loved ones.

A UK company called And Vinyly is offering people the chance to press their ashes in a vinyl recording of their own voice, their favourite tunes or their last will and testament. Minimalist audiophiles might want to go for the simple option of having no tunes or voiceover, and simply pressing the ashes into the vinyl to result in pops and crackles.

Company presses your ashes into vinyl when you die

(via Nerdcore)