What’s there to say? There’s nothing to say. “Well, that’s not a surprise”, is something you might catch coming out of your mouth, but that’s not helpful. A singular character, he invented a kind of music, lived how he wanted, and didn’t censor himself.
From Bruce Sterling : “It’s not that they’re kind of weird, compared to you: it’s about how truly weird they really were, compared to how weird you just imagine that you are, right now”
* Catching up with Slade frontman Noddy Holder
* The 61 emblems of belief available for placement on veterans’ headstones
* How the Casio MT-40 keyboard started modern reggae (re: the last paragraph, I think it’s Bowie‘s Hang On To Yourself)
* Here’s a wild, true story
* The actual music behind the worst album covers ever
* Here’s something you should listen to if you’re interested in writers, writing, and New York City
* Wu-Tang album skits, ranked. Where my Killer tape at?
* Here are some interesting vintage Xmas postcards
* Sex, death, and the crazy, psychedelic vampire movies of Jean Rollin
* Lee Brilleaux, Dr.Feelgood singer and unsung architect of punk
* This is an ad for a paper company, and it is quite Californian, but interesting nonetheless : the master builders at Fender made a playable cardboard guitar
* On British urban renewal, the 1960s, brutalist architecture : “We thought we faced a future of infinite optimism. But in the headlong rush for change we created a new alien landscape, a concrete modernity. In the myth of the time, this was progress. In reality, it was the gates of hell.”
