Dr. Boogie ignite Alex's Bar in Long Beach, 6.2.17, back from their East Cast tour. They indeed substantiate my contention that the great
bands always get better and better, with new material always adding
something major to the mix. And they do. Anyone who's had opportunity
yet hasn't seen this band live is sabotaging their own cultural
well-being. Yeah, they're that good.
Meanwhile..."Brian Eno" circa 1972 Roxy Music ignites the dance floor at Alex's Bar. He
was dancing all night to his own personal velocity, and that's all I can
tactfully say since I enjoyed the spectacle and don't want to get him
into trouble, whoever he is...
And the next week, Dr. Boogie returned with a teerrific set as always to grace the stage at Cobraside Records' warehouse for a BBQ and jam for clients and friends. Other acts included Barrio Tiger, The Singles, Fatal Jamz and Jon Wahl.
Dr. Boogie are Chris P., lead vocals, guitar; Dustin James, guitar, vocals; Luis Herrera, drums, vocals; Pat Salway, bass vocals.
Backstage (the Cobraside warehouse) found The Blessings' singer Jeremy White with denim overalls-clad Lisa Lee, rock and roll couturier Evita Corby, redheaded writer Terry Moreland Henderson, and your humble photojournalist.
The end of an era in ultimate rock and roll consorts: word from the newswires that Anita Pallenberg passed away at the age of 73. I never met her, but my better half Mr. Twister cavorted with her, and with Mick Marianne and James and Andee the summer that Mick and James starred together in their film Performance.
My non-degree of separation is that I fought HARD to get the above photograph for Sid Griffin's book, Gram Parsons: A Music Biography for which I did the Art Direction. Tarlè's photographs of the Rolling Stones' louche summer, 1971, in Nellcote, France to record Exile On Main Street weren't all that well known at the time of the book's writing, but Sid indeed found and paid the photographer for these shots I thought essential to explaining the country-rock connection between Keith and Gram. My reward came when a reviewer of this book claimed that this one photo spoke volumes about decadence that no words ever could approach.
I'm also saddened at what her passing represents. This actress/model/muse/hellraiser frequently was deemed 'the woman who out-Keithed Keith.' As I noted in my review of Miss Pamela Des Barres' film about groupies (LINK)*
a shame that, as the decades rolled forth, the requirements for the
position of rock star consort shifted away from diverse, vibrant,
creative extroverts like these women into the current stasis that only
6'1" anorexics with multiple plastic surgeries i.e. international
supermodels need apply."
We attended a 5.5.17 reception at the Getty Museum, West Los Angeles held by BritWeek, the organization that promotes British talent in all the arts in California, film, fine art, fashion, music, what have you. There's a plethora here from which to choose. This occasion promoted the Getty's new photography exhibits of Thomas Annan,
Scottish photographer of the late 1880s and the more modern Chris Killip's The Making of
En Flagrante photo essays.
Above, what was actually a night shot of Mr. Twister attending the
I do not have the sharklike impulse to intrude papparazzo-esquely into
the lives of the celebrated, particularly in confined spaces, but if I
did the resultant photo would resemble my drawing herein: British fashion designer extraordinaire Zandra
Rhodes all in fuschia inclusive of her coiffure, against the stark white, square elevator interior of the Getty Museum...
My typical 'not bothering people' shot of some of reception invitees inside the Getty...