I KNOW RIGHT? ‘SUP will be representin’ at the Moneybrother Asbury Park show… because seriously WTF Sweden? Read Lou Wright’s album review of Real Control on ‘SUP *here*. PS I took this photo in like 2006, before the Joe Strummer memorial mural on the East 7th St side of Niagra Bar got the random ass color update with the blue skin. KNOW YOUR RIGHTS - no more makeovers!
There have been rumblings (and last minute guestlist requests- you know who i’m talking about) regarding LCD Soundsystem playing Music Hall of Williamsburg tonight. 1st off, CONGRATULATIONS LIGHT ASYLUM ON THE OPENING SLOT!!! DAMN! 2ndly, ‘SUP will be holding down the fort at Penguin Prison ’s Mercury gig across the river. Why? Well it’s Penguin’s first ever live show…. and the last time we saw LCD it was one of the most amazing experiences a concertgoer could ever ask for. Check video clips from string of last great NYC shows in 2007. When have you seen kids going that crazy at Bowery? PS this was the week I got my point and shoot camera with video capabilities and obvs hadn’t mastered the whole ‘filming the whole song’ bit yet. Let’s just say I came, I saw, I picked up the Planning To Rock t-shirt.
It was a tough choice that I actually mulled over for 12 days. I had a photopass for Hole at the Spin party- SCORE. I could either shoot from up close for 2 songs OR take a chance, get there 4 hours early, and try to find a spot up front to sneak video. Since my ultimate goal since day 1 with Punkphoto is to make people feel like they’re RIGHT THERE UP FRONT, I chose the latter. Cut to 7 of my friends in the photo pit turning around and asking if I’d lost my mind. One even felt my forehead for a fever. Anyway, I think I made out ok, with some still shots as well. The performance was PHENOMEAL- Courtney Love at her most resilient. She is back, and this new album is going to blow everyone’s minds (and pants) off.
Well you know the deal is, about fashion, is that proletariat male rock critics have a real bruce springsteen problem with like denim boomer issues… We as females have thousands and thousands of years of fashion in our DNA, we want to wear NICE FUCKING CLOTHES. IT’S PART OF WHAT WE DO! So I don’t have an issue with it. If you have an opportunity to go to the OSCARS in a FABULOUS GOWN and be ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS you’re going to FUCKING TAKE IT. I don’t have to like listen to a rule. Who made that rule? Some dumb guy… Amy I right? Oh yeah.
It was out of sheer awesome concert overwhelm-edness during the Pixies’ reunion shows at Hammerstein Ballroom in 2004. There were some tears wellin’ up action. I had waited to see them live like my entire life, and then I did. So imagine my glee this morning when I got the latest Frank Black news, complete with TMI. Squirnge-worthy but if you barrel through the first coupla sentences it ends up sounding exactly like his lyrics… just with more use of the word VAGINA.
When I was a boy the plant we boys called a fern was code for vagina, and to this day I love fern plants. In my heart the vagina is almost everything, and almost everything else could be summed up in what cock and seed have to offer; and everything else? The love of the father, dead or alive, the pain of too much pleasure, till death do us part, the voice of another song man from the other side, with or without God, Teri and the Possibilities, where ever you may be, the smell of sex in the air, seduced, slain, on my knees in prayer, sucking at the only thing that matters, my own personal Meret Oppenheim, I am Man Ray and I want you and to be all the way inside you, the cameras whirring as we put some elbow grease into the scene, the audience watching us in the dark. - Mister Frank Black / Black Francis / Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson IV / Sir Now All Women Will Self-Consciously Cross Their Legs In Front Of Me A Lot
His album NonStopErotik (and accompanying documentary) drops March 30th 2010 on Cooking Vinyl.
Welcome to all things Sliimy (pronounced “Sleemy”). If you’ve been on the receiving end of a brilliantly viral “Who Is Sliimy” tweet and are still going ‘Huh?’ You’ve come to the right place. So who is this intriguing character who is proving so fascinating to the good and the great? He’s Yanis Sahraoui, a 20-year-old from Saint-Etienne near Lyons. His friends and fans call him Sliimy, a nickname since childhood. Why? “Because I was really skinny, so lots of kids called me ‘spaghetti’,” he says, hardly explaining it at all. “So I stayed as Sliimy and created a blog called ‘Sliimy’. It doesn’t mean anything. It sounds like pop music.”
Why yes, yes it does. We’re giving away 1 custom Sliimy Music Tee (a $40 value, HOLLA) that comes complete with a download for his zingy and fresh debut album “Paint Your Face.” Just email punkphoto at gmail dot com with ‘Sliimy’ in the subject line and we’ll take care of the rest. PS: Lily Allen’s sleeve artist, Check Morris, designed the artwork for Sliimy’s debut album (and this shirt)! The fold-out collage for Paint Your Face is a riot of colours and shapes, fabrics and textures, surrealist brica-brac and objets d’art. Sounds just like his music if you ask us. So yeah. That’s who Sliimy is.
So a little boy named Max had quite the opening weekend at the box office- 32.5 million bucks as reported by Warner Brothers. I haven’t seen it yet, which some people find weird it because it’s one of my fave books of all time, which is exactly why I stayed away. Please note, here is Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are in its entirety (all 10 glorious sentences):
The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another. His mother called him “WILD THING!” and Max said “I’LL EAT YOU UP!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything. That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew- and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws- till Max said “BE STILL!” and tamed them with a magic trick of staring into their yellow eyes without blinking once and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all and made him king of all wild things. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!” “Now stop!” Max said and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go- we’ll eat you up- we love you so!” And Max said, “No!” The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled theur terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him- and it was still hot.
Holy crap! Is this why I am such a criminal when it comes to run-on sentences? Someone tell Cameron! *Anyway* Spike Jonze just released a new short with his wonderfully twisted sense of story telling. Check out his collaboration with Kanye West on “We Were Once a Fairy Tale.” I had to watch it in batches and fast forward parts - I have a hard time watching Kanye offstage, especially when he’s riffing on Kanye. But the hurling pink confetti? Amazing. The opening footage though of bottle service and VIP is perfect. The yelling over the table and missing major points in conversation while making important social exchanges to fleeing the dancefloor to find respite in the bathroom… it’s a big part of my life. That’s kinda effed up. Yikes.
To end things on an upnote, here is one of my fave Spike Jonze spots, 59 seconds of bliss:
Read Cameron Cook’s infinite words of wisdom on HEALTH’s live show *HERE*. The photo (on film!) is from a shoot we did for the upcoming print issue of ‘SUP with an ace interview by Chocolate Bobka. I have shots of 3 out of 4 members peeing into the East River. Guess which ones? STAY CLASSY PLANET EARTH! PS Get Color makes it into 2009’s Top 10 easy.
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