13's Return

She's baaaack! Fresh out of prison and ready to get interrogated by House. Counting the minutes....

Photo by Annie Leibovitz

Lady Clementina Hawarden

An amazing photographer from the mid-19th Century who has re-ignited my pass(obsess)ion for "seeing" the world in everyone.

Cherry Vanilla - 2010... and from the archives

I can't remember the last time I saw the vivacious, charming, good soul who is Cherry Vanilla, but at Barnes & Noble Monday evening it felt like she never left New York. There was a shiny black Yamaha piano on the stage; my wish was granted when I heard the straight outta a speakeasy lead-in of "I Know How To Hook" from Cherry's "Bad Girl" album.. And there she was, right on cue to pick up the vocals. Everyone applauded and cheered - this dame was BACK! CV was generous with us: she read excerpts from her new autobio, "Lick Me", read/sang poems, and schmoozed. I think everyone had a great time that nite. Cherry's hair is no longer red, but it is still a shade that's totally unique. It becomes her. Oh, and two more thoughts: 1. She is lovely to look at, and 2. Vanilla is a mensch. More later...

The Contortions - Chain of Fools

The Contortions = Wild...God Bless 'em!

James Chance and Pat Place (top)
James Chance (bottom)
13 nov 2010 @le poisson rouge. the contortions - one of the best trips i've been on without acid. namaste always.

Post-Election Day Inspirations...

Trying to remain calm in the wake of Republican victories last nite. Main branch of NY Public Libary. Meditative experience. Show is up thru January 2, 2011. xo http://exhibitions.nypl.org/recollection/introduction.html

Bush Tetras' = PUNCH DRUNK

I know it's inferior but hopefully someone will think it a fun watch. Still photographs to follow soon. Last Thursday continues to work its way through my system. This is a very good thing. xo

Bush Tetras = Superfu*&ingsonic

It was Beatlemania for me alloveragain in the guise of Bush Tetras. Ann Magnuson, always gracious and succinct, nailed a perfect intro by including the adjectives "coolest" and "intimidating" before BT lead off with "Boom (in the Night)". The cowbell, the maracas (which sound better as a slide than a real slide), Julia Murphy tranced-out on bass....Pat tosses the maracas down and gets way down with it. She is the white female Hendrix. Always thought so.  Dee is pounding away behind everyone, holding the foundation together. "Are you scared?" dares Cynthia, looking ageless with her blonde tresses. "Yeah!" I screamed, because I was transcended to that other place BT's take me when they are "on". Trust me, they were ON last nite at that Mudd Club/Club 57 reunion last evening at The Delancey. I want more. I'm a good addict. Hope I don't have to wait too long. Namaste BT's. [More photographs in a few days. Please stay tuned.]

Damn...

The Ritz, 1980 (top), at The Iriquois Hotel, NYC 1980 (below)

Found out early this morning that Ari Up has died. And I feel sad. Very. I saw The Slits at the Ritz in 1980. Stood right in front of the stage. Transfixed. Enthralled. Joyous, even. One of the oustanding shows I ever saw. Namaste, Ari.