Monday, May 9, 2011

JOHN "WALKER" MAUS rest in peace and a discourse on 30 CENTURY MAN film

One of the more delightful and impressive clients I've had the good fortune to photograph, John Maus a.k.a. John Walker of The Walker Brothers ("The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Any More," "Make It Easy On Yourself") has passed away at the age of 67. John, besides playing guitar, originally was primary singer of the internationally chart-topping pop/rock band, a position which gave way to the mystique and sonorous baritone of Scott Walker with successive recordings.

A decade and a half before The Ramones became faux siblings with their nom du entertainment biz, John Maus, Scott Engel and Gary Leeds had became The Walker Brothers. As tall, hospital-skinny, long-haired musicians with bangs past their eyebrows working the Sunset Strip of the early 1960s, they looked generic and germane to same; a move to England guaranteed their sublime individualism with this provincial but appealing image.

After peaking on worldwide music charts, solo releases and a few reunions, the Walkers faded from all but the Classic Rock&Pop airwaves. The following piece, written two years ago in conjunction with the debut of director Stephen Kijak's (who since went on to direct the Rolling Stones' Exile On Main Street dvd accompanying its re-release) "30 Century Man" documentary on Scott Walker explains the breadth of the massive popularity of The Walker Brothers in their place in time.

It's not released in the U.S. yet, (Ed.- since rectified) but eventually should be. The subject is American, but his pre-eminence is strictly European. Fans of "Absolutely Fabulous" should remember Patsy's older sister claiming she was the subject of a Scott Walker song, fans of director Minghella's first (and best) film "Truly Madly Deeply" (comedy-tragedy-ghost story: deserves own eventual blog) should remember the woman and her ghostly dead lover singing a raucous cover of "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore," while fans of oldskool retro-60's classics on classics radio should recall "Make It Easy On Yourself" plus many anthemic others done with the same sonorous baritone over an orchestral sweeping vista.

The film is "30 Century Man" and the subject is Scott Walker. Once upon a time in the 1960's, three typical tall, skinny Sunset Strip denizens with long hair and bangs past their eyebrows plus failed C.V.s as musicians moved to England, wherein the intrinsic lack of tall, skinny Sunset Strip denizens with bangs past their eyebrows would allow them to actually stand out. And they did, to eventual mega-stardom. Precursors of the Ramones' hat trick, these unrelated chums named themselves the Walker Brothers, surrendered to mainstream pop, and had enormous hit after enormous hit there, with their flagship sound of Scott Walker's baritone crooning. However mushy the MOR slop tended to be, at least it was interesting having "one of our own" youth culturers singing this way, and all three looking so shaggable. Believe me, David Bowie was listening INTENTLY to this particular sound, and you can hear it every concert he sings to this day.

Huge hits written by the era's best other songwriters, genuine Beatles-esque fan mobbing, compromises, breakdowns, substance abuse, what photographer/director Larry Clark called "the usual betrayals in the music biz," then it gets weird. Prettiest boy and main voice Scott derails, joins a monastery, emerges as a Jacques Brel interpreter, then a techno-artist songwriter before there actually is techno, then avant-garde orchestrator cum performance artist for music that has no categorizing description, all of which he warbles the highest brow intellectual themes over. He releases his work maybe once a decade. This is the story of Scott Walker, a man rightly called the most enigmatic figure ever in the history of popular music, depicted from infancy to 2006 in "30 Century Man."

The director gives us "listening heads" instead of the talking variety, what with David Bowie coming aboard, Radiohead, Brian Eno and others chatting about Walker's influence upon their own work. Even 60's compatriot Lulu inquires to the only director that's managed to snag an interview with Walker if he's still gorgeous (A: yes, in a tall, skinny, bit of receding hairline, wildly creative, intellectual mien way. Plus he's been sober now for decades. The guy laughs a lot for a supposed morbidly reclusive type, too.) Many depicted fans of old don't "get" his newest work, voicing Luddite disdain for something so far ahead of what's going on now (whenever "now" is: that's the beauty of the avant garde) that they fail to embrace pure innovation for its own sake.

You'll see recent footage of him orchestrating in the studio (replete with a percussionist pounding a huge side of pork, or recording sounds under a wooden box,) and explaining his difficult themes with assured ease and aplomb. Thank gawd Scott Walker is still around, for this is one former pop star turned composer who is actually working at the peak of creative powers right here, right now, a massive achievement for anyone, but especially former popstars. Trent Reznor should be so lucky when he's Walker's age. Check out "30 Century Man" when it's released to watch a fascinating musical journey.

Below, a VERY early Walker Brothers video, showing twin appeal of John and Scott as co-singers

and the trailer for "30 Century Man: Scott Walker" documentary by Stephen Kijak


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Saturday, May 7, 2011

24 HOURS before the TRIBUTE TO RON ASHETON in ANN ARBOR starring IGGY AND THE STOOGES

Well, firstly it was snowing on April 18th in Ann Arbor. I may have pissed off the locals when they queried how this SoCal native liked the snow with a reply noting its utter exotica to me. No matter, gracious hostess and bloggist extraordinaire Kim Retrokimmer Maki scooped yours truly up for a whirlwind working vacation tour around assorted music-related sights of A2.
Above, Ms. Retrokimmer is pictured with
Rick Ruiner of The Ruiners, then below with the formidable Deniz Tek (see info two graphs from this) added to this crew after her own interview segment for Ron Perry's filmed documentary on the entire span of the Detroit and Ann Arbor music world, "Detroit Rock Project." Besides being an interviewee, Deniz, a good friend of the late Ron Asheton, was slated to play Ron's guitar both literally and figuratively at the tribute to the latter.

The driving tour not only included the 14 foot bridge that the Stooges' 16 foot equipment truck once plowed into to the extreme detriment of truck, Stooges and instruments alike, plus the former domicile of Ron Asheton but also a rather poignant four mile stretch of highway between Arbor Hills, a swank community, and the Coachville Trailer Park, a place of decidedly smallish mobile homes even for its genre. This was the trek the young Iggy Pop walked daily from where he told his ritzy school's bus driver to let him off, back to where he actually lived and wished to keep secret from his classmates. Retrokimmer herself has blogged on how this peculiar combination of shame despite a loving family and the tiny, caged parameters of his home environment despite the parents' middle class dual incomes may have contributed to Iggy's extraordinary career drive and lifelong revolts for freedoms LINK*
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Nightlife included a sojourn at The Blind Pig/8 Ball. Above, left to right: ?, Chris Box Taylor (guitarist for Mazinga, Powertrane and new father of a baby boy named Asheton in honor of Ron,) filmmaker Amy Verdon (one of several contributors to Iggy and The Stooges' forthcoming dvd of their live show for All Tomorrow's Parties, NY, 2010,) Kim Maki, Amy's husband, Deniz Tek (Radio Birdman punk star guitarist, singer and perennial over-achiever as a former "Top Gun" Navy jet pilot and current E.R. surgeon) and photographer Anne Laurent.

Below, Kim Maki chats with Hiawatha Bailey (singer of The Cult Heroes, A2 mainstay music legend) and Amy Verdon.

Below, Amy Verdon quaffs a brew while Scott Morgan (well-loved soul singer of The Rationals, Sonic's Rendezvous Band and many more) and Deniz Tek catch up, Anne Laurent listening intently.

The next night, Iggy and The Stooges
with Deniz Tek and Henry Rollins played the Michigan Theatre (marquee below,) an intimate venue holding 1,700 rabid fans in A Tribute to Ron Asheton.
Below, I check my camera equipment as the mirror reflects my hotel room's much appreciated jacuzzi. Go to LINK** for Tribute Event photo essay...


*http://www.retrokimmer.com/2010/04/coachville-trailer-park-2010.html
** https://fastfilm1.blogspot.com/2015/12/iggy-and-stooges-live-tribute-to-ron.html

Monday, May 2, 2011

EVIL

May 2, 2011
from my friend "Kimba":
"Let's not lose our footing dancing on evil's grave."

Monday, April 25, 2011

ANNABELLA LWIN live

A very grainy shot, back when I shot pushed color negative film, of the lovely Annabella Lwin singing fiercely at a charity gig. Once quasi-scandalous for her naked pubescent hijinks in Bow Wow Wow, she now is the upbeat Worldbeat queen, and a very lucky performer for someone whose notoriety dates from the punk/post-punk era: not only does she still look great today, but also anyone who's ever heard of her likes her.

Friday, April 15, 2011

FLEETWOOD MAC, MASTERS OF REALITY and TUESDAY NIGHT SOCIAL CLUB


Black and white, wide angle lens fun with, from top:

-one of many 1990s configurations of Fleetwood Mac at the Universal Amphitheatre. I gave known Stevie Nicks' enthusiast and She Rok drummer Lisa Lichtenstein, whom I spotted while being strongarmed off the premises post-press photography, my photo pass sticker on the fly as keepsake;

-The Masters Of Reality with no less than the mighty Ginger Baker on drums which made complete sense to me. The Masters waxed Cream-like in their eclecticism despite preponderance of blues, and the singer's sound resembled that of Jack Bruce to the naked ear. Baker even reprised an update of sorts of Cream debut LP's "Pressed Rat And Warthog" in his spoken word ditty for the
Masters' "T.U.S.A." a paean to English tea preparation. I sure
hope that wasn't a penis silhouetted in the foreground;


-and ad hoc strong singer/songwriter/instrumentalists' ensemble performance, post-Sheryl Crow Tuesday Night Music Club-type members, from left South Africa's Johnny Clegg, handsome and genial David Baerwald (co-writer of Crow's breakthrough hit "All I Wanna Do,") Lisa Germano, session violinist extraordinaire, and Freedy Johnston at the Troubadour, West Hollywood CA,
June 3, 1993.


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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

CAROUSEL HORSES AND HOOPSKIRTS: SETS OF PHOTOS from the 1970s


Both sets of photographs were taken with a grouping display in mind. The above black and white shots were taken at Red Bug Gallery in Berkeley, Calif. in the early 1970s. The owners of this pottery-candles-and-macrame boutique inherited a carousel, and in their quest to restore and identify the carved wooden horses, eventually evolved into the premiere dealers of carousel art in the U.S.A. Although it's a close-up, my shot with the dark grey background in fact shows an incredibly rare 1895 specimen, one of four known Dentzel hippocampuses (hippocampi? plural of mythological sea horse) in existence. And there it was back in the day, next to the potteries...

Below left, my photo in the confined gallery space;

 right, fair use of illustration of the entire animal as seen in
the 1983 book The Carousel Animal.




The above color grouping depicts a costuming class project for someone's UCLA film class. The hoop skirted dress's model, Nancy, sewed the yellow seersucker dress by hand, then required suitable themed photography. Her boyfriend "borrowed" a few items and accessories from the school's wardrobe dept. and I posed them in front of a sufficiently huge Beverly Hills estate on Sunset Boulevard to convey the proper English country manor house look. 

Yes we trespassed, but I worked quickly and the models didn't trample any petunias. The invisible irony to me was the model, normally a feisty, bell-bottom jeans-wearing, anti-Vietnam war-protesting street theatre extrovert melting so completely into this ultra-girly, demure period role.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

MAREN PARUSEL live 4.7.11

Maren Parusel and band playing Los Feliz' Satellite Club (formerly the famed Spaceland) Apr. 7th.
This is a compliment: if Carla Bruni had wanted to startle folks onstage as well as entertain them, she'd probably emulate Maren Parusel, she of self-professed "German Pop" leanings here in the U.S. of A. but in reality an intriguing frontperson of her eponymous band.










The band came out like gangbusters with a very strong, hard rock opening number "Artificial Gardens," not necessarily what one associates with her normal vocal delivery. (I defer to my friend Kirk Henry's proclamation on the Bruni non-belters metier, "Guys like breathy.") So there's always an edgier undercurrent afoot, like some improbably gamine Chrissie Hynde.

Photo op section: left to right, drummer extraordinaire Tony Matteuci of The Dogs, Mario Escovedo, head honcho of Requiemme Mgmt. media empire, and everyone's fave fun lovin' attorney Anne Marie.

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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

FANTASTIC HARLAN JONES BAND live. And they are.

Improper scheduling truncated viewing much of The Fantastic Harlan Jones Band at the Satellite on 4.1.11 in Los Feliz, but what was photographed and heard was adored heartily. How refreshing to encounter a new band with its own style, themes, chops, attitudes and songs, all down pat already. Chris Parsekian (left in photos above and below) writes all the songs.
Although they bristled at my inadvertent comparison to The Quireboys but with far more groove, they wouldn't be out of place in the rollicking canon of Rod Stewart and Faces, the Black Crowes, vintage Chess Records, Chuck Berry, Ike & Tina Turner, The New Barbarians, the Isley Brothers or other professional tail-feather shakers of note.

















 PHOTO OPS:

Sweaty aftermath of the gig for all concerned, left to right FHJB inner circle Frankie Favorito, FHJB's singer/guitarist Chris Parsekian and his friend Will, rock 'n' roll clothing designer Evita Corby and interested bystander, hot guitarist Andrew Scott.
Rarely proffered tech notes: low light with only pink or blue stagelights against silver curtain, but first shots without flash looked good on camera lcd screen at site. When I goosed the color saturation and tweaked its balance later, these appeared, huzzah! I had been thinking in terms of a conversation with an L.A. Times fashion editor earlier in the week wherein she noted Photoshopping/retouching, even in studio fashion shots, was forbidden at her newspaper because of truth in reporting ethos there. When asked if adjusting color balance was sanctioned, like compensating for no or fluorescent lights (which make everyone and everything look green) she said yes, because presumably that was for verisimilitude. This series (minus last flash shot) then could pass muster.

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Monday, April 4, 2011

From one Heather to another

Above pic, Copyright 2011 Heather Bee. All Rights Reserved.

Question (Heather B): Could you spare any advice for a wannabe Rock and Roll photographer? How did you get into this line of work? What were your preparations for this type of job? I've always been fascinated with photography, been a hobby for years, almost caught a break once (I was rejected and it crushed my spirit). I'm trying to move forward with this dream and I feel lost. Any words of wisdom?

Reply (Heather H): Please send me at least one photo that you've taken that is applicable to rock photography, like an action shot, portrait or live onstage shot so that I can see where you are in your skills. I don't want to ramble on and on needlessly!

HB: This is one of my most recent favorites, taken at SXSW in Austin a few weeks ago. It is what rock and roll is made of...the masses. The fans that keep the beast alive! I love the fact that with everyone face forward waiting for something to happen (we all piled in to see The Strokes for free!) this girl is engrossed in her own thoughts. I love to think about what's going on in her head.

One thing that does suck about wanting to be a rock photographer, connections. I have none. You know, connections that will put me closer. I'm barely 5 feet tall and at a show of this size, I'm lucky to get a shot of the back of someone's head, much less the band.

HH: First off, that's a very good photo, and the fact that you know it's a good photo reassures me you know what you're aiming for visually. So take that photo or others you think are as good to your local media, print or online, and offer them the use of it free if they'll publish it with your byline and caption. Write a little blurb caption explaining the who, what, where, why to go with it, just as you explained it to me. Then voila! you've got something that's been deemed good enough by someone other than your friends or your school. You'll be able to answer truthfully when someone asks what's the last thing you had published. That'll help you get the next job. And so on. Connections come from working with people more than partying with people, despite cliches to the contrary.

And lucky you to see the Strokes. I'm surprised your camera wasn't confiscated. If you weren't aware, that's the dirty little secret of music photography, the industry considers it damage control rather than publicity as when I started out. Nowadays, the bigger the act, the more arrangements you have to make to photograph them and usually for only two or three songs, then you have to go away (via strongarmed goons.) Hence, there's only two options at that level, work for the band, or work for some media that gets you permission to photograph the band.


The only way to get around this counterproductive nonsense is to find great acts on the way up and photograph them in smaller venues. This is easier than you think. Since you can postulate about what that female fan in your photo is doing at the show, lost in her own head, then you can develop the insight to see who's going to go the distance to be a "lifer" in the biz. I don't know your age nor need to, but I'm sure you can go to clubs before long at least.

And by the way, I'm short too. Before my ankles were wrecked in car crashes, I always wore really tall-heeled boots or shoes to shoot. Now that I can't I try to get close to the stage even with tall folks blocking: people always move around in any audience and you can be ready to get your shots. The photo feature in my previous blog (the Michael Des Barres Band LINK) was one such crowded gig. I just positioned myself as close as I could where I knew I'd get good angles of the musicians (I hate pics of microphones blocking the faces of singers) and waited for the people in front of me to dance around so I could shoot around or betwixt. Obviously, this is a technique more suited to clubs, but it works.

But then again I shoot through the viewfinder because I want to capture every nuance, gesture or fun serendipity of composition that screams what this music was about, unlike most who just hold up the cameras over their heads and look at the screen to compose a shot, which at least is a useful technique for the height-challenged. I am presuming you'll have a good digital camera that can shoot low light without flash, like ISO 3200, since more shows are inside at night than outside during the day. Early on I borrowed cameras from friends. Good equipment to capture action is sort of a given, plus the means to transmit high-res photos to clients.

To answer your first questions, I'm self-taught, but as an art student I read a lot of books with pictures by Irving Penn, Richard Avedon (two fashion photographers with superb photo style) or by David Gahr and David Bailey to learn what high-key photos reproduced best. Then, with digital, I had to become self-taught all over again! And it never occurred to me not to take a camera with me when I first started going to shows in the Pleistocene, even when all I had was a crummy Instamatic snapshot camera (Example: LINK.)

Good luck and enjoy your first published photograph herein.

Friday, April 1, 2011

MICHAEL DES BARRES BAND live

The above rollicking rootsrock via Blighty songfest depicted herein came courtesy of The Michael Des Barres Band, live 3.25.11 at Three Club, Hollywood. Exuberant frontman Des Barres we all know from arena-fillers Power Station, the original Glam era's Silverhead, Detective, his ex Ms. Pamela, and his ongoing acting career as the industry's go-to guy to play edgy rockers or edgy anything. (Don't scoff, the late Steve Marriott, he of the mighty lungs for The Small Faces and Humble Pie, also began show biz as a child actor.)
























Lots of audience interaction from the band, good taste in retro-referencing via classic soul and Faces-esque pub rock, tasty keyboards, overall good show. Michael Des Barres, vocals, guitar; Chris Henry, guitar; Paul Ill, bass; Chris Joyner, keyboards; David Goodstein, drums





"Calling out to ye Rock Gods!"
Above, job well done.
Photo Op section below, left to right: rocker clothing designer Evita Corby, Des Barres and his lady Britta Morgan Hayertz (and during the performance, pic at bottom)
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