Saturday, May 16, 2009

More Good Borrowed Images For The Weekend

From Bacchus/ErosBlog:
Many people can, I am sure, just enjoy the beauty of this vintage nude postcard:But if you’ve ever been in a parental role with respect to a small child in a restaurant, you’re probably thinking an entirely different set of thoughts: “Sit down! No, not like that! If your butt is not touching the cushion, you’re not sitting! Butt on the seat, feet on the floor. How many times do I have to tell you?”


From Tom Sutpen:
The Art of Pop #39
Hey . . . Let Yourself Go! - (Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra) - (Capitol Records; 1957)


From Mick Farren/DOC 40:
As a departure from out usual pervert cynicism, click here for something that’s simply nice. (And nicer when you’re high.) Supplied by Marjorie, who passes on the startling information that “all 21 of the dancers are complete deaf-mutes, relying only on signals from trainers at the four corners of the stage.”
John Michell --RIP


From Tom Sutpen:
http://tsutpen.blogspot.com/2009/05/ben-shahns-american-life-27.html
Ben Shahn's American Life #27 - The Red Stairway (1944)


From The Chicago Tribune:
http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/lifestyle/green/chi-cc5rabbit20080821093148,0,5970604.photo
(Getty photo by Sean Gallup / January 15, 2006)
Karl Szmolinsky, who raises a breed of rabbits called giant grays, shows Robert, an 8.5kg giant gray who is 74cm long and has ears 25.5cm long, in the backyard of his house in Eberswalde, Germany in 2006. Szmolinsky sold eight giant grays to a delegation from North Korea that wanted to raise the breed as a source of meat for the North Korean population. Szmolinsky said his rabbits reach a maximum weight of 10.5 kg (23.1lbs.).


From Mick Farren/DOC 40:
EVEN HITLER HAD A LIGHTER SIDE


From Heathcliff:

New Miriam Lenna Blog - KICKSVILLE 66

http://kicksville66.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-band-cramps-1976-pt-1.html

KICKSVILLE 66

FRIDAY, MAY 15, 2009
MY FIRST BAND : THE CRAMPS 1976 (Pt. 1)

"Erick Purkhiser, better known as Cramps leader Lux Interior, died on February 2. Long ago, and for one year, he was my friend. I was the drummer in the first Cramps lineup which played forty-odd dates over an eight month period from the first show on All Saints Night 1976 through July 13, 1977, the date of the NYC blackout. With his passing came a mess of calls asking about the early days. After years of avoiding a backward glance, I was suddenly dropped headlong into the well. A moldering box of old stuff materialized from way back of the closet, and old friends began sending in decades-old snapshots, clippings, bits of correspondence. That first year in New York was my coming of age, at least in calendar years. It was also my first year behind the traps, on the flipside of fandom. It provided a hazing that alternately galvanized and confused my head, so these few words and pictures will seem sad and funny at the same time. I hope this helps clear the cobwebs for those who care. Walking through my dreams, like the Pretty Things would say. RIP, Lux. "



"...That first run-in was at a small Sixth Avenue eatery called Chicken & Burger World, located right by Bigelow’s Pharmacy and a stone’s throw from Village Oldies and Discophile, where Helen and I had been trawling for records. A familiar looking tall guy with long hair and a velvet jacket had sidled over to our table to say that he’d seen us at a show at the Piccadilly Inn in Cleveland a few weeks earlier, and then he told us that he and his girlfriend Ivy (who waved from their table and then came over to say hi, a tiny lady with billowing sandy curls) in the middle of moving to New York to form a band, and that I should play drums with them. I was shocked. I told him I’d never played at all and that seemed to be a selling point. I’m guessing they had come from California to Ohio not long before that to see Lux’s family—he was originally from Stow, five miles from Kent, and I understood his family was in Akron. As he was talking, I realized that I had seen him at a Kinks show-- the Schoolboys tour- I remembered he had been wearing turquoise shoes. Subtle. We exchanged addresses and soon after I got back home to Ohio, there was a letter from Lux saying that they’d be stopping by when they came back to move their stuff to NYC. ..."



"... Bryan’s sister Pam had arrived in NYC a couple weeks earlier, and she had filled in a couple rehearsals in the record store basement, just for laughs. Regardless, another band photo had been snapped and another handbill hatched. There’s also a great early cameo flyer of just Bryan, gazing over his shoulder. So here I was now, not knowing what I was getting into, and not knowing which end up was up on a drumstick, in with this snap-happy trio with a name, and a selection of photos, and zero experience, or musical ability for that matter. Lux handed me a brand new pair of sticks and pronounced me the world’s greatest drummer. Let’s go. Just like that. No audition, no test run, no lessons, no suggestions of what to play or how fast..."



"...Around the same time, we were messing with the Troggs’ Night Of The Long Grass. That still is a personal fave. God bless Reg Presley and all he stands for, crop circles and all. Somebody get Reg on Coast To Coast AM, please! That spring, my Ohio pal Peter Laughner came to visit at the apartment above a hardware store on 12th Street and First Avenue that I was by then sharing with Buffalo’s best, Miss Lydia Lunch and nutty Cleveland import Bradley Field, who was fresh out of jail in Ohio. (The pair would go on to bang a gong as Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.) Peter arrived with Lester Bangs and Richard Lloyd in tow, and we hung around listening to records and a demo Richard had just cut, solo; finally taking a cab to pick up photog Stephanie Chernikowski. It was a perfect late spring day, the windows were down and the taxi was going fast. I remember it clearly, as it was the last time I would see Peter. He phoned right before his death in June. .."

GREAT STUFF, CHECK IT OUT...
http://kicksville66.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-band-cramps-1976-pt-1.html

Friday, May 15, 2009

The Book Inscriptions Project

http://bookinscriptions.com/books/about/

The Book Inscriptions Project

What We Do:
We collect personal messages written in ink (or pen or marker or crayon or grape jelly) inside books.
Pictures count. So do poems. So do notes on paper found in a book. The more heartfelt the better.
Send a copy of the cover and the inscription and any details about how, when and where you found it.

How it Started:
The Book Inscriptions Project started in 2002 when I opened a book from the shelf of an underground
Manhattan bar. The Road to ‘Human Destiny’: A Life of Pierre Lecomte Du Noüy by Mary Lecomte
Du Noüy. Inside the book I found this inscription:

“Joey, I love you so much!
You have surpassed the definition
for all. I will always cherish our orgasmic
moments.
love + resistance
Mark”

For whatever reason, I happened to open the book and saw the message from Mark to Joey.
Something about that note, handwritten by an unknown to an unknown of whose whereabouts,
gender and relationship I was unaware, struck me as both tragic and powerful. Since then I’ve been
searching for more inscriptions and, after poring through thousands of books at garage sales, libraries
and book sales, I now have a large and ever-growing collection.

These inscriptions—not to be confused with author dedications or autographs—are personal messages
written in ink (or lead or marker) and were given as gifts from one person to another. Some of them are
so private that it seems almost impossible that they ended up in a library or a garage sale. Did the owner
die, or forget that his copy of After the Fall contained a private note from his parents?

Maybe someday this book will again find its way to Mark or Joey and I’ll get to meet them, and ask them
if it worked out, if their orgasmic moments were enough to survive life’s difficulties. I’d like to ask Joey if
he was able to resist the temptations or oppositions that plagued him. I’d like to ask what those were. I’d
like to ask Mark what inspired him to write his message in this tragic memoir.

Now the Project is out of my hands and into yours. Send us all the book inscriptions you find.

—Shaun


“Joey,
I love you Soo much!
You have surpassed the definition
for all. I will always cherish our orgasmic
moments.
love + resistance
Mark”

Found in a Manhattan bar, 2002.
The one that started it all.


“Dear Manny
Best wishes for
good health after
this fall.
Lou and Dovie”

Found in Russakoff’s bookstore, Philadelphia. March 2005.
I wonder if Manny has arisen from his fall.


“THIS BOOK STINKS”

A 1972 copy of The Great Pyramid: Man’s Monument to Man by Tom Valentine.
Found at Kulturas Used Books in Washington, DC. November 2005.
Truly Inspiring.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Some Good Borrowed Literary Images

From TRANSGRESSIVE FICTION:



From THE LOSER'S CLUB:



From it's deadlicious™:



From TRANSGRESSIVE FICTION:



From ???:



From Mick Farren at DOC 40:



From TRANSGRESSIVE FICTION:




From it's deadlicious™:

MC5 - Black To Comm

http://nuzzprowlinwolf.blogspot.com/2009/05/mc5-black-to-comm.html

FROM NUZZ PROWLING WOLF
A Kombat Blog! Huffing! and Puffing! trying to blow the house down! Preaching to the converted? Converting the preached to? A challenge to the intellect? or Intellectually challenged? Totally Random! Creative Chaos! Is it art? music? Politics? or Yarbles!?

Thursday, 14 May 2009
MC5 - Black To Comm

The MC5 gig at The Sturgis Armoury in June 1968 has been released in parts on various bootlegs and anthologies but this 14 track CD is I believe the only one that captures the whole show, which was recorded on a reel to reel tape player through the P.A. The sound quality is rough to say the least, but the passion and power are pure. When it was released by Receiver Records in 1994 it was the first time that the track Black To Comm had been heard on disc. In the words of John Sinclair it was the bands “ultimate expression which combinined the roughest of riffs, the loudest of power chords with the most spontaneous of improvised lyrics and a plethora of barely controlled feedback, an expression of the bands deepest feelings of rage and rebellion and love and regeneration.” Kick Out The Jams Mutha Fuckers!

Posted by Nuzz Prowlin' Wolf at 19:56
Labels: MC5, MUZIK

Wandering Man, Victim of Hopeless Society

http://www.koreatimes.co.kr/www/news/art/2009/05/135_44613.html

FROM THE KOREA TIMES - Arts & Living
Thursday, May 14, 2009 | 9:26 p.m. ET

Wandering Man, Victim of Hopeless Society

By Chung Ah-young
Staff Reporter


Han Jae-ho, a rising author who won the Changbi Publishers’ best novel prize, wrote “Bukowski Goes.”/ Korea Times Photo by Bae Woo-han


With the jobless rate for the young reaching a high of 8.8 percent in March this year, youngsters cannot help but be driven into the margins of society.

A man in his 20s, who is supposed to be economically and socially productive and active, lives a repetitive life surfing the Internet to find a job and wandering around his town just for nothing.

He sometimes joins his friends' social gatherings to celebrate someone's wedding or employment. But he feels he doesn't belong to ``their society'' and becomes estranged from mainstream life.

``Bukowski Goes,'' a new novel written by Han Jae-ho, a rising author who won the Changbi Publishers' best novel prize, penetrates the psychology of a jobless man's anxiety through his wanderings.

With the disappointments of vanishing youth, he has been repeating the same routine for two years after university graduation, spent in writing his stereotyped resumes and comparing the wages of jobs.

Amid his tedious and repetitive routine, one day, he comes to hear about a mysterious storeowner nicknamed ``Bukowski'' who closes his store whenever it rains and goes somewhere.

He decides to follow Bukowski with his girlfriend because he has nothing particular to do. As if in a chasing game, he stalks the man who shuts down his shop at 9 a.m. on a rainy day and disappears.

He travels listlessly following the man from Jongno, Gwanghwamun, Sinchon, Yeouido to Gangnam, which seem to have nothing in common.

His day-to-day existence spirals into an endless litany of pathetic encounters with strangers, sordid rooms, dreary embraces and drunken binges.

After stalking him without any purpose, he returns home without knowing anything new about him.

While chasing the man, he sometimes feels daunted amid the crowd going to their workplaces in the rush hours. He doesn't stop applying to companies and has job interviews, but all he gets from them is rejection.


Bukowski Goes
Han Jae-ho; Changbi Publishers: 229 pp., 9,800 won


As he follows Bukowski without any purpose, so does his quarry seemingly go nowhere without any particular reason. What this circularity finds is intimate to the theme of futility ― why go anywhere and why do anything?

But during his chase, he sees another man with a black umbrella stalking him. At this point, the story tantalizes the readers with a probable ending that will hopefully unveil who Bukowski and the man with the black umbrella are.

But the novel doesn't reveal the identity of the mysterious Bukowski. Also, the protagonist doesn't find a job, leaving himself to his vain efforts in searching for a job.

For him, there is no need for an answer or a conclusion about Bukowski because it's an allegory that his generation is driven into unlimited and futile competition without any goal or failing to find a goal, the author says.

The story seemingly smacks of a detective story but it is a little bit languid in narration rather than being thrilling as the weary routine plays out the reality of the jobless young and how they can't follow the social changes.

The protagonist is just portrayed as a desperate young man deprived of the right to work in a hopeless society with sarcastic grief and thus he has to do something however meaningless to find a reason for life.

He depicts himself as a man who is not allowed to belong to the social mainstream regardless of whether he wants to join the system or not.

The story unfolds with an impressive collection of failures ― failed job, failed relationship and failed everything ― all told with a considerable amount of irony.

All in all, the novel follows the legacy of German-American author Charles Bukowski who writes masterful, vivid portrayals of slow-paced, low-life urbanity and alcoholism ― an excellent introduction to the fictional world.

Han says that he was actually motivated to write the novel mixed with a lot of ``flaws and excessivenesses'' from Bukowski's novels.

The novel was praised as the ``growth pain novel'' for youngsters, which is all about questions without answers, delinquencies without saviors and losses without growth.

``Through his repetitive chase, the novel reveals the multi-facets of the city as the ordinary space and freshly sheds light on the dry relations among anonymous people living in that society through bountiful insinuations,'' the literary critics in the book say.

The protagonist seems to fail in finding the answer from harsh reality but doesn't stop soul-searching in this society that makes a 30-year-old man a ``child'' who lives under parenthood without any social independence.

chungay@koreatimes.co.kr

Monday, May 11, 2009

A New Week & New Good Borrowed Images

From Next Big Thing:



From Tom Sutpen at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger...:

Artists in Action #505- Dean Martin hones his act


From Sophie D:



From Tom Sutpen at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger...:

The Art of Jazz #90- Music for Tired Lovers (Woody Herman and The Errol Garner Trio) (Columbia Records; 1954)


From Tom Sutpen at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger...:

Viceroys, Prophets and Hillbilly Cats #7- Lorrie and Larry Collins


From Bacchus at ErosBlog:

Ann-Margaret
My movie guy tells me this is from a 1969 movie called “The Swinger”.


From Texasisgay:

Friday, May 8, 2009

Son Of A Few Good Borrowed Images

From bank surveillance camera (Fort Worth robber):



From Chocolatebytes.com:


From Drew Friedman (for MAD):


More from Friedman (TV Hotties):


Time to panic according to these folks:


From Tom Sutpen (for the series: When Legends Gather):

Andy Warhol & Lana Turner

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Jimmy Reed For Gypsy Rose Wine

http://thehoundblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/jimmy-reed-for-gypsy-rose-wine.html

THEHOUNDBLOG
STILL ALIVE AND WONDERING WHY?

THURSDAY, MAY 7, 2009
Jimmy Reed For Gypsy Rose Wine





I love Jimmy Reed. As a singer, guitarist, and songwriter he was the greatest, and the drunkest. I assume you're all familiar with Jimmy Reed's Vee Jay LP's- I'm Jimmy Reed, Rockin' With Reed, Best Of Jimmy Reed, Found Love, t'ain't no big thing but HE is...Jimmy Reed, and Just Jimmy Reed. All his Vee Jay sides are great, but the earliest, maroon label singles and LP's are greatness personified. He made it sound so simple. That said, I love this spot Jimmy did for Gypsy Rose Wine in the early 70's. I heard it as a kid on WLAC, a Nashville station that I could pick up in Florida on rainy nights, it took decades to track it down (if I could only find the Bo Diddley hair straighter spot!), and now here it is again, my present to you readers. Jimmy needed a little help getting through the thing, so his son Jimmy Reed Jr. aka Boonie is actually reading the ad copy. Jimmy must have gotten into the product before the recording started. The Gypsy Rose Wine (a fortified wine like MD 20/20, Night Train and Thunderbird) folks really understood their market. Somewhere in my archives I have a print ad that Carl Perkins did for a toupee company.
I'll try and dig that out one of these days. Come to think of it, Jimmy Reed also wore a toupee ...maybe that was the secret their success? The Rock'n'Roll Hall Of Fame should build a wing for drunk guys in toupees...

(CLICK ON THE LINK TO ORIGINAL BLOG TO HEAR)