Van Morrison - Tupelo Honey [Live, 1971]
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Van Morrison - Tupelo Honey [Live, 1971]
Oliver Jeffers
Nick Tosches, Fiery Music Writer and Biographer, Dies at 69
He brought a brash style to coverage of the rock world in the late 1960s and ’70s, then applied similar skills to novels and books on Dean Martin and Sonny Liston.
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/10/20/books/nick-tosches-dies.html
Tom Verlaine - Breakin’ In My Heart (1979)
From Tom Verlaine’s first solo LP
Yes, I love to wander
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Impeach the Bastard
Curtains, 1972
Fred Herzog
“It’s not a question of learning all the techniques or learning composition or learning about the art of it. I think what is important is that you are out there as a person and relate to those objects and those people who intrigue you.”
Fred Herzog
Robert Frank · “There is one thing the photograph must contain, the humanity of the moment. This kind of photography is realism. But realism is not enough - there has to be vision, and the two together can make a good photograph.”
Robert Frank.
Life is short, sometimes.
Robert Frank (via ivarskrafts)
“Charleston, South Carolina,” 1955. (From “The Americans.”)
RIP Robert Frank (November 9, 1924 - September 9, 2019)
Cocksucker Blues Part 1 - Rolling Stones 1972
Robert Frank
“ It may be impossible to convey to people who weren’t percipient in the early nineteen-sixties the profound, exulting shock that Robert Frank’s “The Americans” delivered to me, among many others, at the time of its release. The book, which was published in the United States in 1959, ranked with Dylan, Warhol, and Motown as a revelation something like a celestial visitation and something like being knocked off a cliff into a free fall so giddy as to obviate any fret about hard landings. The toughest part, from today’s perspective, was that the impact of Frank’s pictures had only passingly to do with their social, political, and otherwise thematic content, now so serviceable to this or that mode of critique. We were formalists then, and anti-formalists—not alternatively but both at once. Frank had exalted photographic form by shattering it against the stone of the wonderful and (oh, yeah) horrible real. “
Peter Schjeldahl - The New Yorker
“There is one thing the photograph must contain, the humanity of the moment. This kind of photography is realism. But realism is not enough—there has to be vision, and the two together can make a good photograph.”
Rest in peace, Robert Frank, who captured our world in all its hope and despair. ❤️
“My mother asked me, ‘Why do you always take pictures of poor people?’ Mr. Frank told Mr. Dawidoff in The Times Magazine. “It wasn’t true, but my sympathies were with people who struggled. There was also my mistrust of people who made the rules.”- Robert Frank
RIP Robert Frank (1924-2019)
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