In 2003 or 2004, I worked for an international art-book publisher based in Cologne, and was on a business trip in New York City. We had breakfast scheduled with some people from the art and publishing scene at Gramercy Park Hotel. When I sat down at our table and looked around, I realized a strange …
American Psycho (2000): A Visionary and Criminally Underestimated Work on Hyperreality & Trump
ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE (opening lines of American Psycho) Every time when somebody mentions the obnoxious Matrix films and babbles something about “taking the red pill“, I fantasize that Patrick Bateman comes along, presses play on “Sussudio“, and then does what he does best. The Matrix films are works of science fiction …
Raga Punk Rock- A Story by E.H. Davis
A raga consists of at least five notes, and each raga provides the musician with a musical framework within which to improvise. Like eyes of the dead, puddles from an earlier rain mirrored the pale, lifeless sky of another November dawn. Shivering in a thin, parachute-silk jacket, collar up, red beret atop his curly mane, twenty-five-year-old Angelo streaked south …
Paul’s Boutique At 30
At the rate that they were going, The Beastie Boys were destined to flame out. With Adam ‘MCA” Yauch, Michael “Mike D” Diamond, and Adam “Ad-Rock” Horovitz all doing their best semi-ironic frat boy impressions, their 1986 Def Jam debut, Licensed To Ill, was forceful and blustering, helmed by the meaty guitars and punchy drums …
Richard Hell & The Voidoids -Blank Generation (1977)
Few truly embodied the punk ethos like Richard Lester Meyers did. A high school dropout, he and another friend, Tom Miller, moved to a New York City in the early stages of the punk explosion due to happen in the next couple of years, in pursuit of his passion as a poet. Adopting new names …
Miles Davis and His Musical Revolution – on the 50th Anniversary of ‘In a Silent Way’
by Mark Lager
We are listening to the city at night, but we hear only the nothingness of silence. We are back inside the church as the humming of the organ and the tentative, two-note guitar strum return us to the revival.
What was this truth so deep and profound that it could not be spoken in words but only carried on the night wind through the streets in acts of silence?
It was revolution.
It was that which is called peaceful.