#jimmywebb

[punkrockhistory]

In memory of Jimmy Webb, the former manager and buyer of the legendary Trash & Vaudeville store on St. Marks Street in New York City and owner of the punk rock store "I NEED MORE" who passed away 4 years ago

[bcsmithrocks]

I don’t care if you hate on it or think I’m a big girl for being so in love with this! (Like my wife does Lol) THE LAST UNICORN has been one of my all time favorite movies since it came out in 1982, I have loved the soundtrack just as much as the movie it has taken me 40 years to finally own a physical copy of the soundtrack. I’ve only ever seen the version from Holland available. Featuring Jeff Bridges, Mia Farrow, Angela Lansbury, Alan Arkin, & Christopher Lee. Fun fact the movie/cd, the actual Compact disc format was brought into existence the same year 1982. So this disc is literally a first generation compact disc, and it sounds magnificent 40 years later! I’m so excited to finally own it…I’ve looked for years and haven’t found it yet on any music streaming service, this is a Grail for my collection! Another Amazing benefit of being a Dad to 3 girls is that I was able to share this beautiful movie and soundtrack with my kids and people act less weird about it. ;) #thelastunicorn #dasletzeeinhorn #jimmywebb #america #americatheband @realjimmywebb @americaband #rankinbass #emi #holland #soundtrack #filmsoundtrack #raresoundtracks #rarecds #animated #animatedfilm #jeffbridges #miafarrow #alanarkin #angelalansbury #christopherlee #thebestmoviesoundtracks https://www.instagram.com/p/CoIiJYmPTNO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nomanwalksalone]

RIP JIMMY WEBB, 1957-2020

by Daniel Penny

Jimmy Webb, denizen of St. Mark’s Place, punk guru, and rockstar couturier died last month. He was 62. An upstate runaway and downtown club kid since the ‘70s, Jimmy had gotten hooked on drugs, lived on the street, cleaned himself up, and eventually gotten a sales job at the punk Mecca, Trash and Vaudeville, on St. Mark’s Place. Within a year he became its highest paid employee, and ultimately, the store’s buyer and manager. In 2017 he opened his own shop on the Lower East Side, Give Me More, a phrase borrowed from a large tattoo on Jimmy’s back.

If you had ever visited either store, you would never forget the man: whippet thin, layers of jangling jewelry, with a hide turned leathery from years of hard living. Atop his head was a trademark pouf of bleached blond hair, as if he had just stuck his finger in an electric socket. I have known many shopkeepers in my life, but none as genuinely enthusiastic as Jimmy.

I heard a lot about Jimmy and his shop before I ever visited. I was still in 8th grade, a chubby nerd with skater-boy ambitions who wore baggy cargo pants and listened to a lot of Nirvana, but I knew about Trash and Vaudeville from some much cooler 9th graders who I was hanging around with. They wore all black with spiked dog collars, smoked weed after school, and spat on the street. One of them had gotten kicked out of Brooklyn Friends (a private Quaker school), for walking into class wearing an M60 bullet belt. They were bad, and they shopped at Trash and Vaudeville.

The August between 8th and 9th grade, I found myself downtown on a camp field trip. Every summer, I went to a Jewish camp in Western Massachusetts, and for some reason, they decided to bring my unit to New York City for an overnight field trip--despite the fact that many of us were from Long Island, Westchester, or in my case, Brooklyn. They let us loose for two hours on Broadway in Noho, with the caveat that we were not to leave the avenue. As a native son of the city, I had other plans, and convinced my suburban friends that we should go to St. Marks for some adventure.

The street was a cornucopia of moral turpitude. Bongs lined up on the sidewalk, sex shops, tattoo parlors and piercing shops that didn’t require ID. And of course, Trash and Vaudeville, the two story clothing shop I’d been dying to visit, but had been too chicken to check out on my own.

With my friends, I was feeling much braver. We crossed the street toward that iconic pink awning and metal staircase, when who do I find in front of it, but the bad the kids from my neighborhood.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” a boy with a lip ring asked me. He pulled on a cigarette and blew the smoke out of his nostrils.

I should mention here that my camp friends and I were dressed in identical T-shirts (camp policy) with huge Stars of David printed on the front, along with the name of the summer camp. I tried to explain the situation, the rules, but quickly realized I was only making it worse. There was no way I was going in there now--so I dragged my friends back across the street to another punk den, Search and Destroy, where one of them ran out screaming because of some latex fetishwear that was on display.

I only made it to Jimmy and Trash and Vaudeville the next year. The store was filled with endless racks of punk regalia: torn up T-shirts with disturbing graphics, corsets and fishnets, and Doc Martens in every style (before they were made in China). Music that was mostly fuzz and screaming blared from the stereo system. In the year 2005, punk might have been long dead in New York, but nobody had told Jimmy.

I was there to buy a pair of pants, something with a little edge, and Jimmy was the man to find it. In the time between my aborted first visit and this one, I had finally hit puberty, grown a few inches and lost the baby fat. He could tell I was nervous, and patiently listened as I mentioned a few points of reference, some bands I liked, some movies. The solution was simple, a pair of black Tripp jeans that looked more like stockings than pants.

In the dressing room, I struggled to slide into them; they were so tight I felt like I was vacuum packing my legs. When I emerged from the dressing room, Jimmy’s eyes lit up. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, knowing it was my own, but having difficulty believing it. I shifted back and forth, liking what I saw.

“I don’t think they could be any tighter,” Jimmy said, with a tone of admiration. For Jimmy, clinginess was next to godliness. I changed back into my old pants, which now seemed impossibly large, and he rang me up. I had found my place, and Jimmy had shown me the way.

[missaliceteeple]

Jimmy, I will never forget you or the kindness you extended to me. You were such a treasure and a big bright light to so many. I'm so blessed to have captured your biggest dream realised with people you loved. This is how I'll always remember you: beaming at I NEED MORE with your wonderful friends. Thank you for everything. Hope you're feeling all the love from everyone right now. We will miss you very much. @jimmywebbnyc @ixneedxmore @blondieofficial @iggypopofficial #jimmywebbnyc #jimmywebb #rip (at I NEED MORE) https://www.instagram.com/p/B--inLoDZau/?igshid=5s4b0mttpmci

[erinmicklow]

I am so utterly heartbroken 💔 at the news of @jimmywebbnyc @ixneedxmore’s passing today 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 Back in October of 2018, I reached out to Jimmy for an interview feature for my show, #LastRockersTV. He gave me his phone number and we had a long phone call chatting and getting to know each other before the interview. He was the most fun to talk to - a true light, a star ⭐️ My friend @jesuschristophzzz @crazyandthebrains assisted me on the interview, and even though Jimmy was super sick at the time still recovering from being hospitalized, he gave everything he had and was still so passionate and energetic. He welcomed us, told us his stories and spread his love & joy. I’m crying as I write this re-living being in his presence. Later when I started working for @funkplusofficial at the trade shows, Jimmy would call my boss Mike for business stuff & to catch up and we’d say hi. He’d say “my two favorite people together!” Last May I was back in NYC again so Jimmy & I met up for breakfast. He was so funny when I told him I was vegan 🌱, he said “I have no idea of any places that have food like that! I like my eggs!” I found us a cute little cafe near his shop that had food for both our respective dietary preferences where we ate, laughed & chatted. Before hitting his store, we stopped at another clothing store next to his & his passion for fashion really showed. He looked at all his neighbors new pieces, oozing over the good ones & catching up with the shop owner. I just enjoyed watching him live moment to moment & his excitement & joy. We popped into his shop & some more of his friends @jamesandkarla stopped by to film for their show and catch up! Just a day in the life of Jimmy. He was such a presence and will be so missed. Today I am utterly crushed. 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 #jimmywebb #ixneedxmore #nyc #nycpunk #jimmywebbnyc #funkplus #ineedmore #crazyandthebrains #rockandroll #nycrocknroll #rocknroll #punk #punkrock (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-_Wt0khezK/?igshid=7t9ies3h4rzb

[twitchingmonkey]

Today's Weird Accordion To @alfredyankovic column by @nathanrabin is #JurassicPark. This is a radio single and #Yankosaurus promo postcard and cardboard standee. #weirdal #weirdalyankovic #Alapalooza #macarthurpark #richardharris #jimmywebb

[abelkia]

Glen Campbell (1936-2017) #glencampbell #musician #singer #songwriter #countrymusic #billstown #arkansas #nashville #tennessee #jimmywebb #wichitalineman #cinema #television #1936 #usa #rock

[taylsaazac-blog]

#Repost @lasagnakng Guess Who's Back: Hanson makes themselves at home during soundcheck for tonight's City Winery Presents A Tribute To Jimmy Webb! # City Winery NYC #jimmywebb #Hanson #jimmywebb #hanson