If you go to The Scala in London this Sunday, you will see the Chiefs of Relief with Paul Cook on drums.
Then you will see Bow Wow Wow.
And then, fingers crossed and bandaged, you will see Adam Ant and The Glitter Band.
Yes. THAT Glitter Band.
Here's Adam in fine form from last night:
And just in case Adam doesn't show up (although my money is that he will show) here is some information about the Ants and The Glitter from John Robb
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Saturday - ATV play The Relentless Garage Highbury with Sham 69
SATURDAY 20 November ATV
(opposite Highbury tube) MARK PERRY will be on stage with ALTERNATIVE TV supporting Sham 69 which is probably the right way round if you want to go before the crowd goes mental and Jimmy shows you his bum.
I understand Sham 69 have made a film. I will investigate.
link to the Relentless Garage for ticket information
(opposite Highbury tube) MARK PERRY will be on stage with ALTERNATIVE TV supporting Sham 69 which is probably the right way round if you want to go before the crowd goes mental and Jimmy shows you his bum.
I understand Sham 69 have made a film. I will investigate.
link to the Relentless Garage for ticket information
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Kevin Cummins and other goings on at the White Columns Gallery Nov 1st
A good time was had by all at the KEVIN CUMMINS book launch at the White Columns gallery on Horatio street in New York on Monday even tho I read the invitation incorrectly. I told you Bernard Sumner (guitarist from Joy Division and later New Order) was going to be there and have a conversation in the gallery.
Ooops.
The conversation is in the book.
Jay McInerney does the introduction in the book. He wasn't there either but we didn't mind that.
The book is published by Rizzoli and it's a very beautifully paced visual story of Ian Curtis (born Ian Kevin Curtis 15 July 1956). It includes some handwritten songs and set lists and postcards from tour and it knocked me for six to see his young beautiful face.
There was also a rather nice black box of postcards ($40).
Kevin Cummins, (born 14 July 1953) a fellow Brit, was there. He looked natty in his suit and fancy shoes. He signed "Manchester has a lot to answer for." I wanted to tell him that my name was Hulme and ask him to cross out Manchester and put "Hulme" as that is where some of the Curtis photos were taken - notably the ones in the snow (none of the lads wearing enough warm clothes), and on a flyover above a motorway, but it was noisy and I'm not sure that I do have a lot to answer for.
Not as much as Manchester, that's for sure.
Except to say, I happened to be close to the refreshment table and spied a rather interesting lad. I had a feeling that I knew him. I said, "Is your name Stephen?" I was right.
I said, "are you an English printmaker?" and he said "yes".
I could have sworn I'd seen him on Facebook or somewhere. This lad had gone to Harrow for art school and I went to school not far away but he was 15 years younger than me and he doesn't have a facebook page. So it worked out that I had him completely mixed up with someone else but this was a rather fortunate mix up as he happened to be the lad who is Stephen Fowlerwho has a few walls of the gallery for his which stays up til December 4. I really liked his work and bought his poster.
I also met screenwriter called Nick who was escaping his characters for a few days and keeping his friend company on their first trip to New York. Nick had been looking forward to seeing Joy Division that fateful tour of 1980, but sadly, Ian Curtis did not get on the plane and the American tour was not to be.
Matthew Higgs (also from Great Britain) pointed to a picture on the wall of Joy Division at band practice. There's a sofa in the background and there's was Matthew, sitting on the sofa. When I turned to look at him it was a bit of a Chim Chimeny moment. It was like he'd stepped out of the photograph as now he was walking around as Director of the space we were in.
Matthew had organised the music for our evening and brought his milk crate of Factory Records vinyl along. It was a joy (pun intended) to see the needle in the groves. I particularly liked XODUS - the only reggae record Factory put out by English Black Boys.
The soundtrack to the evening also included a dark and gravelly Grace Jones.
Our friends John and Sabine came along. The room was cozy and as we looked around, we all thought of back in the day when clubs were about this size and this many people and how you would just talk to people and how you would say, "where are you going tomorrow?" and hear about another good band playing and probably see the same crowd there when you turned up the next day.
At the end of the night, Matthew played the vinyl Joy Division. I have to admit, it was a bit much. Now that we're so much older than the fresh faced photogenic Ian Curtis, who hanged himself 18 May 1980 at the age of 23, I had to reach for a tissue and leave for some cold autumn air.
He would have been 53.
Beautiful book
oh dear. Genesis has left the building.
This just in...
In the evening 27th October TG members and their associated managements
received two emails from Genesis P-Orridge stating he was no longer
willing to perform in Throbbing Gristle and returned to his home in New York.
Cosey, Sleazy & Chris have concluded that once more, and for the time being,
Throbbing Gristle has Ceased to Exist, at least as a live entity.
Therefore, and with deepest apologies, TG must cancel their scheduled
performance at Archa Theatre, in Prague, Czech Republic on 30th October.
It being too short notice to offer an alternative set.
In order not to disappoint fans of the old quartet, Cosey, Peter & Chris
will perform live under the name X-TG at Arena Del Sole, Bologna, Italy
on 2nd November & at Casa Musica, Porto, Portugal on 5th November.
We hope fans will appreciate and enjoy this new project and the trio is looking
forward to performing exciting new and radical electronic musics together.
Full refunds are available at the point of purchase if required.
as said:
Industrial Records Ltd, London. 29th October 2010
In the evening 27th October TG members and their associated managements
received two emails from Genesis P-Orridge stating he was no longer
willing to perform in Throbbing Gristle and returned to his home in New York.
Cosey, Sleazy & Chris have concluded that once more, and for the time being,
Throbbing Gristle has Ceased to Exist, at least as a live entity.
Therefore, and with deepest apologies, TG must cancel their scheduled
performance at Archa Theatre, in Prague, Czech Republic on 30th October.
It being too short notice to offer an alternative set.
In order not to disappoint fans of the old quartet, Cosey, Peter & Chris
will perform live under the name X-TG at Arena Del Sole, Bologna, Italy
on 2nd November & at Casa Musica, Porto, Portugal on 5th November.
We hope fans will appreciate and enjoy this new project and the trio is looking
forward to performing exciting new and radical electronic musics together.
Full refunds are available at the point of purchase if required.
as said:
Industrial Records Ltd, London. 29th October 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
One Night Only - Monday Nov 1st JOY DIVISION photographs by NME photographer KEVIN CUMMINS
Kevin Cummins photo of Ian Curtis, Hulme, Manchester.
WHITE COLUMNS GALLERY will be open on MONDAY NOV 1st
for a One Night ONLY exhibition
of "JOY DIVISION" photographs by NME photographer KEVIN CUMMINS
AND there's a book which Mr Cummins will be available to sign.
It is a Rizzoli book and costs $45.00.
I gather there's an introduction by JAY MCINERNEY (wrote that book "Bright Lights, Big City") and LIVE IN THE GALLERY will be a conversation with BERNARD SUMNER (guitarist in Joy Division, and singer/guitarist in New Order).
FACTORY RECORDS SOUNDTRACK BY MATTHEW HIGGS
DRINKS AND REFRESHMENTS
WHITE COLUMNS Gallery is at 320 WEST 13TH STREET but the entrance is on HORATIO STREET BETWEEN 8TH AVENUE + HUDSON
NEW YORK 10014
Mick Rock at CBGB's gallery a.k.a Morrison Hotel
My friend Tim invited me to The Bowery last Tuesday.
That might not sound like the sort of place a gentleman like Tim should take a refined British woman like myself after dark but The Bowery is a little different these days. For one thing, it's got great tarmac if you are a limo driver. For another, there are luxury hotels and apartment buildings and here we were in October, and people were eating on the pavement. And I mean at tables. On chairs. With waiters bringing out their fabulous dinners from a restaurant.
That shock over. We arrive at CBGB's Gallery. (I'm going to call it that. Tim accidentally called it that. Everyone I know of a certain age is going to call it that) but the awning now reads "Morrison Hotel Gallery."
That shock over, I recognized a huge thunderbird type car parked outside as one that belongs to a man called Berndt. I remember his name because the car has no paint and looks like it's burned. The engine was warm.
There was a line outside.
Of people.
Huh?
We went to the door and noticed a HUGE crowd inside.
Man at door (with clipboard): "Would you like to be in the list?"
Tim: "How long is the wait?"
MaD: "about 5 minutes"...
Tim: "Okay."
We joined the queue. Tim called Godlis and reported the situation. Godlis was on his way. Talking of legends, I noticed that the gallery space was for rent and I know this because I looked up and saw a sign that read "LEGENDARY REAL ESTATE" with an arrow pointing to the awning below along with a number to call.
A few minutes later, the man with the clipboard at the door, came down the line and got us. As if we were special.
It was so peculiar.
This was for MICK ROCK's photo exhibit.
Maybe it was a fire hazard thing.
I was confused.
I was used to waiting for tables and to get into disco's but not to a photo show.
There's a first time for everything.
We joined the shoal of people who roamed into the space. Passed a sign that said "NO PHOTOGRAPHY". I beg to differ, sir.
I saw beeeeeeeautiful photographs of Bryan Ferry and Iggy Popp and Freddie Mercury behind some very interesting looking punters. I got a very pleasant smile and hello in passing from a particularly interesting man with grey ringlets. And talking of grey-haired chaps, not just one grey haired bloke had his photo taken in front of a photo of a man on the bonnet of a long car I couldn't see the label as standing in front of that was Mr. Rock himself.
Mr. Rock was being filmed. People were saying hello. I kept my distance and took this terrible picture of him. As you can see, he has his eyes shut. That's why he gets paid the big bucks. And pounds sterling.
Here is one of Mick Rock's classic photos that was in the window. Although, as Suzi remarked when she saw it, "David Bowie ATE FOOD back then????"
When we came out, across the street in his sideways striped t-shirt and black trainers with white sides, was Godlis.
What an honour to meet up with him. While Godlis was discussing his strategy for Going In to see the show, John Espinosa swung over and gushed "it's great to be here to see you in front of CBGB's where you took all those brilliant photos" and I felt exactly the same. Thank goodness there's another gushy fan out there who said all the gushy stuff before I did. Godlis was a gent and had his photo taken with each of us in turn. John Espinosa took this photo of me and Mr. Godlis.
Anyway - here is Godlis' pictures from back in the day so you can get a sense of what a great time warp moment it was (see photo of Patti Smith to the right). And here is my terrible photo of John Espinosa who was talking to a band called The Young Ones. The drummer is the one closest to me (nat). John is in the suit on the right.
Then we went on to wish Bob Gruen a happy birthday at his bash down the block.
Here's Tim's rather good diary entry.
That might not sound like the sort of place a gentleman like Tim should take a refined British woman like myself after dark but The Bowery is a little different these days. For one thing, it's got great tarmac if you are a limo driver. For another, there are luxury hotels and apartment buildings and here we were in October, and people were eating on the pavement. And I mean at tables. On chairs. With waiters bringing out their fabulous dinners from a restaurant.
That shock over. We arrive at CBGB's Gallery. (I'm going to call it that. Tim accidentally called it that. Everyone I know of a certain age is going to call it that) but the awning now reads "Morrison Hotel Gallery."
That shock over, I recognized a huge thunderbird type car parked outside as one that belongs to a man called Berndt. I remember his name because the car has no paint and looks like it's burned. The engine was warm.
There was a line outside.
Of people.
Huh?
We went to the door and noticed a HUGE crowd inside.
Man at door (with clipboard): "Would you like to be in the list?"
Tim: "How long is the wait?"
MaD: "about 5 minutes"...
Tim: "Okay."
We joined the queue. Tim called Godlis and reported the situation. Godlis was on his way. Talking of legends, I noticed that the gallery space was for rent and I know this because I looked up and saw a sign that read "LEGENDARY REAL ESTATE" with an arrow pointing to the awning below along with a number to call.
A few minutes later, the man with the clipboard at the door, came down the line and got us. As if we were special.
It was so peculiar.
This was for MICK ROCK's photo exhibit.
Maybe it was a fire hazard thing.
I was confused.
I was used to waiting for tables and to get into disco's but not to a photo show.
There's a first time for everything.
We joined the shoal of people who roamed into the space. Passed a sign that said "NO PHOTOGRAPHY". I beg to differ, sir.
I saw beeeeeeeautiful photographs of Bryan Ferry and Iggy Popp and Freddie Mercury behind some very interesting looking punters. I got a very pleasant smile and hello in passing from a particularly interesting man with grey ringlets. And talking of grey-haired chaps, not just one grey haired bloke had his photo taken in front of a photo of a man on the bonnet of a long car I couldn't see the label as standing in front of that was Mr. Rock himself.
Mr. Rock was being filmed. People were saying hello. I kept my distance and took this terrible picture of him. As you can see, he has his eyes shut. That's why he gets paid the big bucks. And pounds sterling.
Here is one of Mick Rock's classic photos that was in the window. Although, as Suzi remarked when she saw it, "David Bowie ATE FOOD back then????"
When we came out, across the street in his sideways striped t-shirt and black trainers with white sides, was Godlis.
What an honour to meet up with him. While Godlis was discussing his strategy for Going In to see the show, John Espinosa swung over and gushed "it's great to be here to see you in front of CBGB's where you took all those brilliant photos" and I felt exactly the same. Thank goodness there's another gushy fan out there who said all the gushy stuff before I did. Godlis was a gent and had his photo taken with each of us in turn. John Espinosa took this photo of me and Mr. Godlis.
Anyway - here is Godlis' pictures from back in the day so you can get a sense of what a great time warp moment it was (see photo of Patti Smith to the right). And here is my terrible photo of John Espinosa who was talking to a band called The Young Ones. The drummer is the one closest to me (nat). John is in the suit on the right.
Then we went on to wish Bob Gruen a happy birthday at his bash down the block.
Here's Tim's rather good diary entry.
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