Sunday, February 10, 2013

INTRUSION

Now here's a scary tweet. We had an intruder break into our back yard last night whom I spotted as he reached the back door. Mr. Twister's threats were enough to roust him to leave. We think it was a drunk rather than determined burglar, and resolved to call the police first for any future incursions.

Further conclusions: it wasn't Robert Downey Jr., once known for breaking into the wrong houses, since thankfully he's cleaned up. Plus this isn't Malibu. Far from it. Actually, had we called the police and, truthfully, claimed the intruder was lunging at our back door right now and we didn't know whether or not he was armed, that merely would have increased chances for a dispatch, not secured them. Our megalopolis is not exactly generous with the civic services.

Overall scenario: the dogs remained upstairs fast asleep with Mr. Twister. I, with my usual insomnia, was downstairs reading pg. 703 of "Winston Churchill, the Last Lion, Vol.3, Defender of the Realm" (shout out to Niagara, fellow William Manchester/Winnie enthusiast) when I heard noise, spied the intruder with his hands against the window adjacent the door, and as hurriedly as a recovering broken patella could take me, ran upstairs to inform Mr. Twister. After it was all over we both had insomnia...

photos: at top, our now 100-year-old farmhouse in the city during the 1990s, at night. The city since removed the flowering cherry in front, and we planted a Norfolk Pine in its stead; directly above, the smudged palm and thumbprint of the intruder, photographed at night for authenticity of dread...

Monday, February 4, 2013

THE DOGS, rocker division, LIVE 2.2.13 with SHOCK


THE DOGS just headlined The Redwood Bar, downtown L.A. 2/2/13 in preparation for their Feb.2013 tour of Japan. Clambering onstage as well as backstage were a passel of pals from L.A.'s nascent punk scene of the mid-1970s and beyond.  

Above two photos, Paul L'Esperance of SHOCK joins singer/guitarist Loren Molinare, bassist Mary Kay and drummer Tony Matteucci for a singalong of The Dogs' classic '70s EP single cover of "Are You A Boy Or Are You A Girl" (which along with "Slash Your Face" and "Fed Up" was deemed by SPIN magazine one of the Top Ten Punk Singles of all time. Yes, they're that good.)
 
Former Dog Danny DeMuff crooned as well, seen below onstage 
and in my 1988 studio portrait.  












  THE DOGS remain ideal clients: they were informed I couldn't photograph their show at all unless I had a driver, an equipment roadie to lug my gear, and reserved table next to the stage. They delivered on all three (thanks Apache!) so that I could deliver as well. In one photo below, they express surprise at my hoisting my heavy camera at all.

What was the problem, those unaware of my cyborg issues inquire? Onetime only explanation, since I believe in factors, not excuses. Recent major bone breakage, elbow + knee; major surgery and permanent interior metals to correct; major, long term physical therapy to regain usage. It feels as if someone is sawing through my arm pretty much all the time while I limp along. There's always a whole conga line of pain anyway that the new sawyer of my arm joined in on so I thought why not just go for it at the gig. Some vestigial arrogance also sought while temporarily disabled, to take superior photos to all other photographers there with their full faculties intact.
SHOCK remained chums with THE DOGS ever since the days of Radio Free Hollywood (Dogs, Motels, Pop. See LINK for RFH's innovations.) Band member flying in from all parts of the U.S. spawned one gala punk reunion.



PHOTO OPS:
Below, back on the street after the gig, L-R: Loren Molinare, his brother-in-law writer Mike Hudson (also lead singer of The Pagans,) rock 'n'roll couturier Evita Corby, Joel Richardson of Blackstar Amplifiers (Korg)

 
Left, Loren, Willie 
Basse and Mary
 Right, Evita, Lauren Wong


Interconnected: Above, Krista Wood (once wed to ex-Dogs' drummer Ron Wood and jam singer at the last Dogs' gig of the 1980s;) Tom Morris, drummer of Little Caesar, Loren Dog's other band; Dave Wise II (Little Caesar tech;) Apache, guitarist with Tony Dog's other band 3Hab [truncated variant of Ahab/Rehab] and ex-guitarist of Little Caesar.)  
          
Below, Tom, Tony and Apache

THE DOGS, canine division








Action photography for the temporarily disabled, canine division. Playdate for Karis and Sarahbelle with their pal Callahan. Snapshots by yours truly and happy to do so.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

GROUNDHOG DAY WITH WODEHOUSE

The faux groundhog indeed sees his or her shadow while eating a French Fry on this festive Groundhog Day. No shame in recycling my photo from two years ago as same mimics the theme of the celebrated Bill Murray film Groundhog Day.

For newfound timely material I'll quote an excerpt of the Allan Massie piece in today's (2.2.13) Wall Street Journal with two delightful sentences that struck home: "...In 1961, age 80, he (P.G. Wodehouse) noticed 'a certain stiffness in the limbs which causes me, when rising from my chair, to remind the beholder, if a man who has traveled in Equatorial Africa, of a hippopotamus heaving itself up from the mud of a riverbank.' It's the conditional clause that gives the sentence its perfect balance and the authentic Wodehouse touch."

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

AFTER THE RAIN

 Above, not exactly a rainbow, but actual non-retouched, post-rain polychrome hues. This turned out to be the sole rainstorm of 2013 in Los Angeles, which was experiencing a drought with a 3 inches total rainfall for the entire year.
Below, "Let us in!!" (Meanwhile, Mr. Twister was grabbing towels for those muddy paws...)

Monday, January 28, 2013

SAUROPOD in the San Fernando Valley


Recycling from the photo studio-- behold, a life-sized sauropod dinosaur, possibly a mamenchisaurus, that I made from a ruined seamless paper backdrop to decorate our domicile for Halloween, mounting our front porch. The second in a series of two, the first being an 18 foot rhamphorhyncus pterosaur. These shots were the only ones unearthed in my better half Mr. Twister's Great Closet Archaeological Excavation last night. Photographs circa the early 1990s...

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

ATTACK SUSTAIN DECAY RELEASE

After an instantaneously major setback the very nanosecond I began physical therapy yesterday at the halfway point through convalescence (sufficient pain to cause hyperventilation and screaming all last night,) a plan had to be devised today in avoidance of self-pity. (Answering the unspoken question, doctors in 2013 Southern California are loathe ever to prescribe pain amelioration to the non-dying or non-Stage 4. Too many Dr. Feelgood scares to their insurers.)

I therefore vowed to watch music dvds with tales of real life dreamers' struggles then redemption, and did so. 

First up, New York Doll about the weirdo world of Arthur Kane. It's an accurate documentary on a difficult subject with which to be objective: the post-rock-stardom life of a well known musician who bottomed out without financial success. Kane had been by far the weirdest individual of one of America's weirdest bands after all.

It provides the only cool footage of Kane's band, the legendary USA glamsters of the early 1970's The New York Dolls, besides Bob Gruen's excellent, exhaustively documented "All Dolled Up."

It's a true bridge between organized religion and rock & roll craziness, the Apollonian/Dionysian ideal, insofar as the filmmaker, a fellow Mormon like the film's subject, had to travel the same psychic distance to understand Kane as Kane had to in order to understand his newly embraced religion.


It shows the New York Dolls reunion in London's 2004 Meltdown, fun in itself, with footage of an astonishing insight of understanding backstage. Flamboyantly extroverted lead singer David Johansen immediately intuits that he's gone too far teasing Kane about the latter's newly embraced religion, instantaneously does an about face, backs off and joins in Kane's pre-gig band prayer. I like this. Also liked was his invocation to all NY Dolls living and deceased.

Kane passed away within days of the reunion of heretofore undiagnosed leukemia. Luckily this testament to his redemption remains, and truly beatific footage of a happy man awash in his life's dream come true.


Below, the teaser trailer of New York Doll:

Next up -- Beautiful Dreamer: Brian Wilson and the story of Smile, an even more difficult rumination on talent deferred, holding patterns in creativity and eventual triumph due to Wilson's stature as a true titan of modern music and his own complex intelligence and concomitant demons.

Presenting the rise, fall and rise of the once lost Smile Beach Boys album, stillborn due to band politics, it was rumored to be a work which should have completed the Holy Trinity of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and Raw Power for the most influential rock touchstones of the '60s and '70s. Wilson had decades of torment to work through, but fortunately retained the means to sort through (unlike Arthur) and loyal friends and some family to care.

In 2004, the Brian Wilson Band performed a completed Smile in its entirety in London, central to this film. In 1999, I actually was there to photograph its ground zero birth with The Wondermints, see LINK.

The most poignant moment in the film was not a Brian one, or even a band member noting the unspeakable, that revisiting this legendary music would only serve to stir up onerous unhappiness to Wilson, memories of the contemporary rejection of now unquestionable brilliance. To me, it was seeing Smile's lyrics collaborator, musician Van Dyke Parks collapse in his seat at the the performance end. It was if a great weight had been lifted from Parks himself just seeing that a great weight had just been lifted from his friend Brian Wilson. A cosmic sigh of relief for the both of them...
  
Below, the entire documentary Beautiful Dreamer: Brian Wilson and the story of Smile:

Lastly, I watched the ultimate rock and roll redemption of all time.  See... LINKPerhaps those who've read this blog before are in a better position to hazard a guess! Photo below, (C) 2011 Heather Harris.

The first four words of vocabulary we learned in Synthesizer 101 class at UCLA (circa 1972, so we're talking monophonic ARP 2600s) were the descriptions of all musical sound notes: attack, sustain, decay, release.  How fitting to the lifeworks of creative types.
 
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Sunday, January 20, 2013

ROBOHARRIS

Transformers? RoboCop? Tron? Cyborg She?* The Seattle Seahawks' new uniform?  No, it's the next phase of elbow cast once I shed the hard fiberglass purple people eater,** removable for physical therapy and bathing (not at the same time.) I thought my self portrait under our wisteria arbor should include a goose and some skin, despite the morning temperature logging in at 40 F.

*Cyborg She trailer:

**Purple People Eater, redolent of my old elbow cast (see LINK):
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

HOW I HELPED JELLO BIAFRA BEAT HIS OBSCENITY TRIAL

Above: my photograph which appeared in the 10.8.87 Rolling Stone magazine of Jello Biafra about to enter the courtroom of his obscenity trial in downtown Los Angeles criminal court. 

On Aug.27, 1987 Jello Biafra, then lead singer of The Dead Kennedys and their Alternative Tentacles label manager Michael Bonnanno beat the rap by mistrial of the first ever such charge against a musician.  And I, dear readers, as a Southern-fried tv ad of the times pronounced it, "hepped." 

 The "distributing harmful material to minors" criminal charge sprang from a poster by Swiss fine and commercial artist H.R. Giger inserted into the DK's 1985 LP "Frankenchrist." I had provided the character witness Joan Weinstein for the defense whom those connected with the trial agreed turned the tenor of same around. I'd been approached as a presentable pro in the music biz with punkrock sensibilities ( I wrote the first book on punk published in the U.S. in 1977 ) but knew my quiet voiced delivery would not help matters as I'm far more productive behind the scenes.

To wit: I immediately suggested colleague Joan Weinstein, my former co-editor of the entertainment mags at UCLA and afterwards a professor of Art History at an East Coast university. She shared my warped sense of humor in the arts and could quote Monty Python with the best of us, yet could dazzle all comers with her undeniable academician cred. She testified on the stands on behalf of Biafra and Bonnano for three straight hours (average for others: a half hour) quoting prestigious European art journals in their original German which she spoke fluently. Joan underscored poster artist Giger's standing in the international art world beyond notoriety for set design for the big budget space horror hit of that time, the first Alien plus that pesky DK poster insert "Penis Landscape."

Judge Susan Isacoff ruled against appeals for a new trial by claiming all juries for same would no doubt remain equally deadlocked by innate demographics-- 5 to 7 in this case-- of younger jurors used to expansive freedom in the arts versus the quite elderly (most likely present in juries due that era's more reasonable laws on juror excusing) who preferred the strictures of censorship of their own youths. In it's a small world trivia, the judge was my parents' own directly across the street neighbor.

To thank me for providing witness Weinstein whom his lawyers knew would prove helpful, I was given the exclusive access to Biafra and hence Rolling Stone shot. I wanted him to look like the confident rockstar that he was/is, rather than cowed defendant or goofy punker that other press then depicted. 

 Your other unsuspecting factoid about this case besides my part in supplying the most influential character witness remains its genuine legal importance. Biafra and Bonnanno were the sole two charged by their own magnanimous prior agreements, hopeful to reduce the case against its plethora of original defendants: every single person involved in the manufacture and distribution of this release, regardless of their actual non-participation in its art conception and subsequent design. Had they lost, edgy art for commercial usage immediately would have become extinct in the United States: no one would dare fabricate or distribute any item vaguely controversial for fear of immediate imprisonment. Why? Because all American jurisprudence works entirely upon successful precedent rulings.
  
Below left, sample H.R. Giger "Alien" design                                                         
                                  Right, sample eBay sale of complete 
Frankenchrist package

Monday, January 14, 2013

PETER FONDA, first published photograph


Above, probably my first published photo although not when it was taken. This backstage snapshot later appeared in Gram Parsons, A Music Biography by Sid Griffin, published in 1985. Relevance: Peter Fonda covered the Parsons song "November Nights" on a 45 rpm single released on Chisa Records (video below.) The rest of the pertinent info lies in the caption, excepting the rare circumstance of a backstage shot for me: my date was pals with Fonda.

 
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