Wednesday, May 9, 2007

So much to do!

Photo by Danny Fields

I spent today wandering about and researching music-related things to do in the upcoming month, because someone will undoubtedly want something to do in the upcoming month, and I ran across a few things. First, a steaming pile of green dog shit. Second, a couple of interesting concert prospects, which I will get to. Most exciting of all, though, was the photography exhibit that's currently at The Shooting Gallery on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. "Bande a Part," a mostly black and white photography exhibit on the East Village punk scene of the late 1970s and early 1980s, is a dream of an exhibit for the classic punk fan. I was, unfortunately, born in 1984, so to check out glimpses of when skinny jeans and black and white band photos weren't cliche or ironic puts me in a sort of fantasy world. People like Patti Smith and Bob Dylan are both massive enough that I can't fathom them casually chatting together, let alone smiling in a photo that a mere human being like Danny Fields took at one point (the power we give to musicians is unbelievable, but I give in like any other idiot). And yes, the above photo sat in a frame near the gallery's entrance.

Anyway, these photos were brilliant, not just because of how perfectly clear they looked, but because the work of all the photographers blended so well into the exhibit's theme that it was difficult to believe there were six responsible photographers and not one. Lots of Warhol, Iggy, Richard Hell, and Debbie Harry. Danny Fields had loads of Iggy Pop during his golden phase, plus great stage shots of Patti Smith. There was the lucky work of David Godlis, who'd caught Richard Lloyd in the hospital, Divine and Stiv Bators on stage together during the Polyester era, and Klaus Nomi minus makeup. There was a single photo of Joe Strummer, taken by Roberta Bayley at her home, featuring Joe in color and donning a cowboy hat, as well as one of Joey Ramone in board shorts. Numerous shots of John Belushi and Johnny Thunders, courtesy of Marcia Resnick, who'd managed the brilliant "Johnny Thunders as a Hassidic Jew." Gerard Malanga had some fantastic shots, one the obligatory nude shot of Iggy (if you're curious about that size rumor, you can...ah...check it out here), another of Abbie Hoffman in 1970. Bobby Grossman's work proved that David Johansen looked much friendlier smiling with a bowl of cereal than Andy Warhol, who, to be frank, looked awkward trying to smile. And Anton Perich, who was allegedly at The Shooting Gallery's exhibit opening Saturday night, had up some pretty shameless pics of tit-baring girls and the New York Dolls, which go quite hand in hand.

The "Bande a Part" photo exhibit is up until June 9, and The Shooting Gallery's at 7403 Sunset Blvd.


On June 6, the Nymphs are playing a set at the Roxy on Sunset. I don't know much about the Nymphs, but I do have a brief story about their front woman, Inger Lorre. About four years ago, a couple friends and I once agreed to meet up with an older art fuck of an acquaintance. I was borrowing my mother's car, being on break from school and without transportation, and stupid me agreed to follow older art fuck and his friend Inger Lorre back to Inger's house. Inger lived on a hill, and stupid me tried to parallel park on said hill but accidentally hit older art fuck's truck while parking, damaging the hood of my mother's car. After I'd parked at the bottom of the hill, Inger invited us in to mellow out while I was in a panic. She made us cups of the best, spiciest tea I've ever had, showed us pictures of Jeff Buckley and told us about how he thought he wasn't attractive, played us videos of her old performances. She told us that Courtney Love called her an influence and talked with pride about pissing on Tom Zutaut's desk. I hadn't heard of Inger or the Nymphs at this point, so I had no idea whether she was a nobody or not, nor did I know how she'd befriended older art fuck. But she was genuinely cool, and she being sort of famous and all, I never had a chance to thank her for the tea and hospitality. So, as an indirect thank-you, I'd like to recommend that you see her band, the Nymphs, when they play at the Roxy in West Hollywood.


...and for those slightly north of here, the 11th Annual Mission Creek Music and Arts Fest begins tomorrow and runs through May 20. Heaven knows there are oodles of festivals going on this season, but this one's a big 10-day shindig for San Francisco residents and will feature some great shit: Black Fiction, Kelley Stoltz, Acid Mothers Temple, The Dead Science, Comets on Fire, DMBQ, an Anticon showcase featuring Odd Nosdam, and a CD release show from Or, the Whale. Oh, and more. Much more. My fingers are a bit tired at this point, but many details on this can be found at

(purchase The Nymphs here)
(purchase Wave here)
(purchase Funhunt: Live at the CBGB's and Max's here)


Anonymous said...

Wow, it's very cool that you got to talk to Inger. I'm a big fan of the Nymphs. She seems pretty crazy, but she's genuinely talented. And I can see a huge influence on early Hole..

China said...

She seemed like quite a character, sort of had a little ADD showing through, though quite nice and hospitable.

Not sure if you're local, but apparently she'll be at the Hollywood Knitting Factory (solo) on November 13.