Thirteen, Over and out

Do you know who John Lurie is? I do too, I love his acting in The Jim Jarmusch movies and I like some of the music he makes. What I didn't know was that he also painted. I was in a five floor Gallery in Chelsea and was about to give up. The most exiting thing I had seen for two hours of gallery peeking was like, gay photographs of butts and cocks, and I've seen pictures of that before. So last peek, then I go out in the rain again and <i just go! I read the painters name, he is a talented and funny man called John Lurie. I start to think for myself if it could be Thee John Lurie. I have to ask, and yes, of course it is. Lika I said, funny, nice motifs to look at and he got skills too. Jesus that made my day really, I told the gallery women so and she was happy for my sake, thank you. We have a film at home called Fishing with John, he go fishing with his friends, Tom Waits and so on. It is hilarious !     I go home tomorrow but here are some paintings from John Lurie.

 

Nu några utan text( jag borde ha fotat alla texter)

...och ett regnet New york ock en art-selfie. NBA där jag höll på att köpa en boll för 1100 spänn till Lukas. Det är han väl värd men hanns pappa har inte den ekonomin, mm

12 is the magic no, 13 is not

Google translation under the galleries, even if you speak swedish, that can be fun!

Ok jag ska väll skriva om gårdagens konsert, svårt, men jag gör ett kort resume. Jag är osäker på om jag går åt rätt håll när jag ska till tuben så jag frågar en donna med långt svallande hår med hård sminkning i ansiktet. Hon tvekar men pekar sedan åt ett håll, " just walk two blocks". Two blocks my ass, Jag kom helt åt helvete och börjar chansa åt ett håll...det kan man inte göra i stora städer som New York. Inte för att det kan vara farligt, mer att man får gå ihjäl sig! Stressad och svettig hittar jag till slut stationen före den som jag skulle till först.......Väl framme är det läggkoll, nemas problemas, "1964, are you kidding me!? så blev man lite gladare igen. Ställer mig längst fram till höger, för där kan jag sitta på en subwoofer och sippa på min vattniga öl. Jag sätter ner ölen på subwoofern(bashögtalare) och på en gång kommer ljudsnubben fram," Hey, no glass on the subwoofer, expensive electronic stuff inside...", och jag lovar, hade jag blundat hade jag trott att det vara Jack Black som sa åt mig. Stod sedan och smålog för mig själv, "expensive electronic stuff inside", jojo. PCPC hette förbandet, de var bra och hade en Thurston kopia på gitarr och spelade alldeles för högt. På Ritz 88 spelade Sort Sol så här högt, då pallade jag fyra låtar sen backade jag. Nu är jag snart 50 och ville inte lämna min plats, så jag är lite orolig, det ringer lite i öronen även idag...Stället är bara något större än Snövit och musikerna får valla igenom publiken fram till scen. Så efter PCPC vallat undan sina prylar vallar sig Thurstons band fram, väldigt kul tyckte jag. Sen har Debbie Googe problem med en box och alla är där och pillar. Sen sätter de igång. Jag är redan så färgad redan av allt, att sedan nästan ha mannen i knät gör inte saken lättare att vara objektiv, men spelningen hamnar bland topp fem. Nu blir det inte så mycket bilder från spelningen. Det blir lite, men mest annat. Det kommer mer senare. Jag har inte hunnit.

Thurston Moore Band & PCPC

MOMA

Brooklyn offside, cars and a Manhattan skyline

Translation

Ok I'm going to write about yesterday's swell concert, difficult, but I do a brief recap. I am unsure if I go in the right direction when I go to the tube so I ask a donna with long flowing hair with harsh make-up of the face. She hesitates but then pointing in one direction, "just walk two blocks." Two blocks my ass, I came completely to hell and starts to take a chance in one direction ... it can not be done in large cities somNew York. Not that it can be dangerous, more that you get to go to death! Stressed and sweaty can I find the final stop before I would first ....... Once it lay track, Nemas problemas, "in 1964, are you kidding me !? so it became a bit happier again. Sets me at the front to the right, to where I can sit on a subwoofer and sip my watery beer., I put down the beer on the subwoofer (subwoofer) and at once the sound guy up, "Hey, no ice cream on the subwoofer, expensive electronic stuff inside ... "and I promise, I had turned a blind eye, I had imagined it to be Jack Black who told me. then stood and smiled to myself," expensive electronic stuff inside, "yo-yo. PCPC called dressing, they were good and had a Thurston copy on guitar and played way too high. on the Ritz 88 Sort Sol played so high, when I Pallade four songs then I backed. Now I'm almost 50 and I did not leave my place, so I'm a little worried, it rings a little in ears even today ... This place is just slightly larger than Snow White and the musicians get wax through the crowd up to the stage. So after PCPC herded away their gadgets dikes themselves Thurston band forward, a lot of fun, I thought. Then Debbie Googe problems with a box and all is there, and caterpillar. Then they put on. I'm already so colored by everything, then almost have the man in the knee makes it even easier to be objective. Now it's not so much pictures from the gig. It gets a bit but most other things, so it will more later. I have not had time.

Eleven Juniper rising

I am still feeling sick today so I will only show you some pictures of Juniper rising as I promised, I think. That's what important anyway. Later today, Thurston Moore band at St Vitus, I have to rest. Over and out

 

Moore then Ten people passed

Google translation beneath the gallery, have fun with that folks.

Jag är lite sjuk, ont i halsen, men ska snart ut i alla fall och ta en finkultursrunda, MOMA och lite fotogallerier. I går besökte jag Knitting factory igen och såg Juniper Rising, checka upp dessa, de var bra. Vi var typ 15 i publiken, men dessa små Brooklyn band de turnerar runt i staterna och får det att gå runt. Det är  skillnaden på att stå på Snövit och harva för 15 pers, men tänk att  sedan kunna dra till tex Jönköping och spela där för 50 nyfikna(eller 15) och inte gå back, för det tror jag inte dessa band gör. Äh jag babblar på och tappar tråden på svenska också. Jag visar bilder på Juniper rising i morgon tror jag. Nu idag blir det människor som jag fångade sittandes med ett glas portvin vid Delancey st/Essex st, jag hade en bra plats i höjd med de som passerade. Jag har valt ett galleri som visar bilderna automatiskt i en följd, det är många bilder men de hänger ihop, så ni måste ha tålamod och se alla. Det är lite som mitt förra projekt fast tvärtom, här är det bakgrunden som är luddig. Enjoy!

 

I'm a little sick, sore throat , but will soon be out anyway and take a finkultursrunda , MOMA and some photo galleries. Yesterday I visited the Knitting Factory again and saw Juniper Rising, check up them, they were good . We were like 15 people in the audience , but these tiny Brooklyn bands they tour around the States and get it to go around. It is the difference between standing on the Snow White and harrowing for 15 people , but remember to then be able to draw such Jönköping and play there for the curious 50 ( or 15) and do not go back , because I do not think these bands are doing. Oh I babble on and lose the thread in Swedish too. I show pictures of Juniper rising tomorrow I think. Now today is the people I caught sitting with a glass of port at Delancey St / Essex St , I had a good place at the height of those passed . I have selected a gallery showing the images automatically in sequence , it is a lot of pictures but they are related , so you need to be patient and see everyone. It's a bit like my last project in reverse , this is the background that is fuzzy . Enjoy!

The East Village, chapter Nine

I spent all day in East Village today looking for good location far a three hour shootout/stakeout. I had my eyes open for this location from day one and decided that Avenue A or B should be it. I wanted a crossing with no parked cars, and maybe a place to sit. Both where hard to find. Men skam den som ger sig. I settled for a place outside a bar, Mama's bar on Av B, 3st, with a chair and no parked cars. There I sat, and stood up for three hours, between 4pm and 7pm, and took one picture every 3rd minute. The aperture was fixed, the shutter speed was not. I read and drank some wine too. It was great! People came and  was curious and  when I explained, they thought it was exiting. The result was exiting too. This art piece must be seen it it's hole, in it's right context. One piece I will show here, the rest is East Village street(and sea) photography.                                  Ramones is very much alive.

Eeight showgirls - one dirty man

I have to get up earlier, this can't continue! But in that case I have to hit the sack earlier too, and thats hard. These showgirls practicing for everyone to see is fairly common on Manhattan. nothing special but fun to watch. Yesterday I spent indoors waiting for UPS, but I got some work finished. I promised the bands at the R-bar pictures and I also promised Wussy pic. So I got that of my back. I hope they like them. I have to run, check in tomorrow folks!

 

Magnificent Seven

Magnificent seven in the room and writing. There have been so many Clash compilations, this is one of many. At home I had of course spinned the original vinyl black cats. It's raining today, cats & dogs I think. I keep forgetting things. Yesterday I was suposed to do the tripod project, but I left the apartment without the tripod...Those things happens to me all the time. What I fear most  is to leave the place without keys and my mobile. Stuck with no chance to call my landlady or anybody. But this door of mine is pretty thin looking, so I could probably break it, like a policeman, like a cop. The pictures underneath is taken with an orange filter witch make them more contrasty. Right now, Somebody got murded, Yeah!                                                                                            

Magnificent seven

No: Six, is in color folks

Are you up for some color? I'm not. No, I dig color when other use it. Me, I'm just not comfortable with it. But this city is full of it, so I had to take a shot. I took a series of pictures on a subway cart performance that was real cool. but I'm saving them for later or another occasion...And yeah, my Thurston ticket ended up missing, not just my fault but mostly UPS. Lucky for me Hubstub had a fan guarantee so I got a new ticket! Today I'm back on monochrome and is setting up my leica on a tripod. It is gona be an interesting photo project. Every five minute for four hours I'm gone press the shutter and we will see the picture change, lights, shades and movements.                                                

Beware!


I got Five on it

Why do I write in english I ask myself after so many cock ups? Well the answer to that is that I want as many people as possible to read this. So do you have many english spoken readers Ken? Hell no, I'm just faking it and taking it as it comes, not many swedish readers either. Besides when I sit here in NY writing this stuff, it seems like the right thing to do, and it's something to do, and on top of everything, it's fun too. All right, cities are full of streets with people, dogs(cats) and houses and people. Here is evidence, now when my WiFi is working again  Hallelujah!!


Four acts

Today i haven't dun much at all. I have edit yesterdays catch and I have cocked some food    (no I did not, I cooked the food, but I was alone so I have no alibi), and I have ruined myself on a ticket to see Thurston Moores new band here in Brooklyn. It was sold out, so I manage to ruined myself gooood. Well well, it will be water and bread for me, as we say in Sweden. . At least  I'm not going to gain weight as many do when they're coming over here. I walk and take pictures all day long instead. I am looking at this city through my viewfinder like it was the last thing I was going see, and it ain't. It's tiering and a lot of fun. Thinking of ain't and The Aints, Ed Kuepper from the marvelous band The Saints, released a couple of albums as The Aints. I still have one, and parts of it is really good. Does this lead anywhere? Well no not really, here is todays treat from yesterday from me to you!, Four wonderful acts playing at The R-bar in Bowery. None of the band sounded the same, that was very rewarding and cool to hear!                                                                                                    And Hilly Kristal soul was watching.

Party Lights

Sharkmuffin

Izzy Zay & the inmates

Wise girl



Wussy - Three

In a way I am seeing a different city traveling with my Leica as my only partner. It is of course the same city, new york is aging slowly, at least for tourists. When customs asked if I was traveling alone I should have said no. But then, with the US customs and allies on there toes, I would have been taken for spionage and a four letter diagnos. Wussy last nite was a treat, a little Pretenders in there mixed w folk and some alt rock music, very good indeed. Cute high girl dancing, can't beat that motif. Walked home from The Knitting factory and didn't get mugged, not even close. 

Two - Uptown and away...

So ok, I went uptown 66th st Lincon center to the 52nd NY film festival. Its older than me and this year it has been running since  september26 and stops at the oktober 14. After the show I took the A & L train home with a smile on my face and watched Paul Austers (yeah I know NY is taking me over), Lulu on the bridge with Harvey Keitel, it was not very good. The text above I just wrote to keep you waiting for the big canon. It's a big canon in my world of heroes, and getting the chance to capture them in a portrait kind of way. I have now met and captured four of my bigest influences. Lydia Lunch, Thurston Moore, and now on this trip uptown manhattan I can add filmmaker Jim Jarmusch and photographer David Godlis. Maybe it's not that strange, they are after all living here. But I'm not, and two weeks goes fast. David Godlis have taken maybe the best photos and manage to capture the essence of CBGB'S and the rock scen in new york in the mid seventies. I'm a backer at Kickstarter of a photo book on that period that Mr Godlis, now, be course of me and hundreds of others, can go through with and publish, and will see it's light in Januari!!! I plan to use Kickstarter too one day. I will not talk about Jim Jarmusch, you'll have to google him. David Godlis was, ironically, the first one I gave my card to. A card created by Helena & Morgan(Thanks!) and be course of my stupidity cost my a fortune, The end. But now, it was worth it. Oh you may wonder about the film I saw, in which a young Jim Jarmusch took care of the one lonely mic on a stick. I'll keep it short. The film is a documentary on William Burroughs and it's called William Burroughs - The movie (like abba but very very different) by Howard Brookner, it was fabulous! It had it's premier in 83 and have now been digitalised. A must see if it comes to Sweden. It made me wanna buy and read all his books. I can admit just reading one...       Klart slut - Over and out.

godlis.com

kickstarter.com

The NY film festival


Brooklyn - one

I'm gona keep it short today. Pictures from my hood, 16 days, 16 times I am about to force myself to write here for you and for me. And off course showing you some pictures. I miss someone to share these moments with...I guess I'm getting lesser a looner closing in to my 50. But at the same time, I am not a very funny guy when I work with a camera. More tomorrow, now I'm on my way to buy a ticket to Burroughs, the movie, it's on the NY film festival.


Hospitalet

Translation down under

Sjukhuset/Riket

Jag var på tre vernissage/besök i helgen. Ett med Oskar Palmbäcks fantastiska Wes Anderson detaljerade blyerts/bläck teckningar på djur, berg och hus på Louie Louie. Sen ett sjukhusperformance som min mor var en del i. Efter det åkte jag in till Konstart där Tommy Galento ställde ut bilder från sin nya (barn)bok. Bilder med mycket färg och generösa former, naivistisk glädje.

Tillbaka till  sjukhuset. Bakgrunds storyn lyder; Min mamma har något problem med magen. På boendet beslutas att hon måste få läkarvård. Hon genomgår en gastroscopi, inget allvarligt upptäckts. Efter tre nätter får hon åka hem. Hon hinner vara på sitt vårdboende i ca: tre timmar, sen ramlar hon, och det visar sig att hon brutit höftbenet (inte samma sida som för 18 månader sen).

Det är PC Jersild  sjukhuset  som hon får titta på lite extra, två gånger. Huset är som ett monument om hur bra betong är som byggmaterial. Inuti (ni som varit där vet) lååånga korridorer och gångar och ett hissystem som liknar Paris metro. Morsan har hamnat på en flyttavdelning, de ska flytta från B83 till R74 när hon ligger där. Det är rörigt men personalen är snäll. Mamma blir så glad att hon gråter när jag kommer med wienerbröd. Hon är trött men glad, Jag tar in två koppar äckligt kaffe. Vi fikar och helt plötsligt så börjar min mamma att sjunga. Det är en barnvisa i en remixad version, hon dirigerar sig själv med ena armen. När jag går frågar jag en syrra om en lägesrapport. Allt har gått bra "...och igår så låg hon och sjöng".                         Inne i Babels hus idag, sång.

Google translate, enjoy!

Hospital / Empire 

I was on three vernissage / weekend visit. One with Oskar Palm Bäcks amazing Wes Andersson detailed pencil / ink drawings of animals, mountains and houses on Louie Louie. Then a hospital performance that my mother was a part of. After that, I went to the art form where Tommy Galento exhibited photographs from his new (children's) book. Photos with lots of color and generous shapes, naive joy. 

Back to the hospital. BACKGROUND story subject; My mom has a problem with his stomach. The accommodation is decided that she must get medical attention. She undergoes a gastroscopi, nothing serious discovered. After three nights, she gets to go home. She has time to be on his nursing home for approximately three hours, then she falls, and it turns out that she had broken a hip (not the same side as 18 months ago). 

It is PC Jersild hospital as she may look at little extra, twice. The house is a monument to how good is concrete as a building material. Inside, (you know who has been there) looong corridors and aisles and an elevator system which is similar to the Paris metro. Mom has landed on a removable section, they will move from B83 to R74, when she is there. It is messy but the staff is kind. My mother will be so happy that she cries when I come with pastries. She is tired but happy, I take two cups of coffee disgusting. We have coffee and all of a sudden my mom starts to sing. There is a children's song in a remixed version, she conducts herself with one arm. When I go, I ask a sister for a progress report. Everything has gone well "... and so yesterday she was singing."                                                                                                            Inside the house of Babylon today, singing.

 





Cut up blog stay foot anymore

MOVING IN WITH LOTS OF OTHERS  COOP NÄRA ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET CAPTAIN OF THE SHIP A 21MM BIGASS LENS  GOOD SOUNDING WALTZ TODAY I AM SUPPOSED TO LIKE SHADOWS IM COMING FROM ABOVE NOTHING MUSIC HITS THE EYES TODAY, EYE LALANDER IS DRESSED IN BLACK I LIKE TAKING PICTURES I LIKE TO WATCH ANDREAS KID IBEN JUST LEARNED TO WALK EVE AND THE LAST WALTZ  PLAY NEXT SATURDAY THE BEER IS SOLD OUT I BOUGHT THREE DANIEL JOHNSTON CASSETTES IS THERE A BATHROOM ITS TWO SETS INSTEAD OF ONE LARRYS CORNER I COULD EASILY MAKE A BOOK A BUNCH OF VERY FINE TUNES A LOT OF WOMEN GREENFIELD WANTS FOUR SETS CAN YOU CHEAT A CUT UP YES YOU CAN

 

Getting a haircut

Getting a haircut was always tough. Wearing hats and beanies was hard too as a kid. Nowadays I have no hair and I love my hats caps and beanies. My youngest son don,t mind getting his hair cut, I don't know way. This time he didn't want it to short. He always liked a crewcut (fashionly styla) in time for the summer. Not this time. He looks beautiful in his black "I don't care" long hair. Maybe he will refuse to cut his hair next year.

In šaʾ Allāh

As a punk and later as a post punk I cut my own hair. I really don't know how I did it, it must have looked...different, and I suppose that was what I was looking for besides being cheap. Sometimes I had girlfriends helping me with the back.

These photos of  Lukas getting a haircut miss something rather important.  

There is no before and after pictures. 

Sometimes you have to talk

Sometimes you have to talk. We have a tradition me and two of my male friends. We (once a year) choose an island in the Swedish skärgård (archipelago) where we sleep over. We talk and drink and drink and talk some more. The drinks make us talk and the talk makes problems more visible and stupid things we have dun more bearable and it forces you to listen and answer to questions you never would have had to answer otherwise. We do laugh a lot too, and it has to be at least one music quiz. 

We don't explore, we stay foot, and nude bathe have occurred.

 

Tears stupid tears
— Daniel Johnston