Steve left a party by saying, in a somewhat loud but very cordial tone, “Good evening.” Once he was out the door, I said, “What a Dracula!” Ben Blacker replied, simply, “’Steve Agee’s Dracula.’” And then this.
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Steve left a party by saying, in a somewhat loud but very cordial tone, “Good evening.” Once he was out the door, I said, “What a Dracula!” Ben Blacker replied, simply, “’Steve Agee’s Dracula.’” And then this.
Frederique Daubal ◇ Conceptual portrait with ice
Yuko Nakamura (Japanese b.1971), Black Cat, 2021, Cloud-skin hemp paper, rock paint, water dried wood, ink, glue, bowl, kikin
REAL TIME INTEL FROM THE GAY SEX COMMAND CENTER CANNOT SAVE YOU
Julie Newmar
Realizado para una banda de Nueva Orleans desde el centro de México, en estos tiempos siempre convulsos. https://cpnpc.bandcamp.com/album/twisted-teens
Sibylle Ruppert, Le motard (The Biker), 1978; collage hand colored
“Earthly Elegance” by Melanie Bourget: Ceramic curves in serene repose.
Butoh dancer floating in the air. Adaptation from Suzuki Shōnen 鈴木松年 (1849-1918), Moon in the Clouds, one of my favourite paintings.
David Bowie - Musikladen Extra (1978)
A recent upload from the indispensable Nacho Video YouTube channel, which is absolutely stacked with impeccably restored moments in David Bowie history. This German television performance has been around the block and then some in the internet era, but it's never looked or sounded so good — and this version has a few un-broadcast numbers. Thank you, Nacho!
Bowie is positively radiant throughout, singing beautifully and seeming to be having a great time onstage. His band — the same musicians as on the Stage live album — aren't just extremely killer players; they've also got extremely killer looks, kind of like they've been beamed in from several different sci-fi flicks. Adrian Belew is a spaceship mechanic in an Alien sequel; Carlos Alomar a replicant from Blade Runner; Simon House in the Flash Gordon house band, etc. (Bowie himself is just a strange angel sent from heaven.)
The high-point comes early on, with an all-time-great rendition of "Heroes" — a then-brand-new song, but already every inch a classic. For me, "Heroes" never loses its weird tragic grandeur, no matter how many times I hear it (or have to hear a watered-down cover version).
Here's Bowie expert Chris O'Leary summing it up in his highly recommended Ashes to Ashes: "Until its last verse, "Heroes" is abstract, its setting could be anywhere, like the empty backdrop used in Bowie's promo film. Then the lovers are revealed to be by the Wall, the guns firing above them as Bowie sings in a sustained scream. Are the guards shooting at them, or are they so insignificant the guards don't notice them while trying to pick off a Wall jumper? (And which side of the Wall is the shame on?) The Wall verse is as much a fantasy as being king for a day or swimming like dolphins. It's the dream of someone wishing his empty days and tawdry love affair had nobility, looking for dignity under tyranny."
Miscellaneous Newcastle
Ken Campbell (1941-2008)
"I don’t believe I can believe, but I suppose I can suppose"
Teary-eyed overly sentimental types who bang on about 'preserving English/British culture' in the face of the manufactured threat of small boats invading our shores only ever seem to trot out cliches when pressed to define it... the middle classes offer up warm beer, cricket, the aristocracy, manners and the Church of England (if any of the distant reaches of the Union get a mention, it's shortbread and battered Mars Bars for Scotland, Male Voice Choirs for Wales and 'Guinness?' for Northern Ireland), alternatively from groups of eager to conform blokes you might get football, 'two world wars, one world cup', bantz and the sesh repeated ad nauseum... all examples seem to obsequiously doff a much-tugged forelock to or on behalf of the British Establishment, 'which must be preserved' by it's loyal bootlicking subjects
But true British culture- if it should be anything- defiantly and exuberantly cocks a snook at the Establishment and throws in an 'up yours' v-sign for good measure, it strives to be free, is open to the universe (the seen and the unseen) and is willing and eager to be astonished!
Esoteric investigation and pursuits hold no fear, only discovery and, lo! enlightenment
Sacred/profane, profound/irreverant, precise/digressive, defiantly intelligent and hungrily curious/silly... the best of British culture is exuberant contradiction overflowing with messy self-assuredness/self-doubt all the while confident enough to NOT drape itself in flags in search of some ill-fitting restrictive identity, it is mutable, liquid and relishes the forward momentum and potential of it's own keen wandering ever curious eye... or at least I wish it was
I didn't mean for this to be so long- when contemplating Ken my mind is prone to fizz and ping and expand and ramble- my intention was to post Ken Campbell on here because 1) I couldn't find much when searching and 2) he seems to me to define something essential and seemingly in rapid decline in Britain, a true disruptor (in the traditional anti-establishment sense, not the current vogue for being an awful cunt by shitting on people worse off than you and therefore cheerfully maintaining the status quo, disrupting nothing, maintaining your own privilege at all costs)
Campbell was an actor, writer, theatre director, ventroliquist, prankster, Jackie Chan fan and Science Fiction enthusiast... but always uniquely Ken Campbell
If you know nothing about Ken then start with this obituary here or this terrific blog piece from 2011 here
Or don't, I'm assuming you've already scrolled past before getting to this bit
Lou Schoof by Sylve Colless
Joe Strummer in Aki Kaurismaki’s I Hired a Contract Killer (pictures mine)