Sasha- Frere-Jones’ newsletter brings dear readers his musical finds. Always worth sampling. If you want a slow, sound experience check out Civilistjävel!
“The fastest way to learn about Civilistjävel!: try this recent DJ set on NTS and then buy Järnnätter, his fantastic new album. In a world of autopilot drone buddies and Burial weed carriers, Civilistjävel! makes an honest loaf of dread. This is gorgeous, stately, re-centering stuff. I cannot imagine a single person reading this who would not have some use for Järnnätter. There are other releases, none of them easily found.”
Some of the sounds that filled the abode of James Baldwin in St. Paulde-Vence, a town in the south of France. These songs document the vinyl records left behind in Chez Baldwin after his death in 1987.
More from the watercolor postcards. This time experimenting with crude mono-printing, or what?!
Diane Feinstein has had quite a ride. A great job of reporting by Rebecca Traister that ties together a long public life. Unfortunately it makes the current state of her mind so frustrating and sad. Catch it in New York Magazine.
Michael Musto is a longtime entertainment and nightlife writer for the Village Voice. Musto has written four books, appeared on countless TV channels and streaming services, and has been named one of the Out 100 of the most influential LGBTQs in the country.
“… while you have all this wisdom about how to behave, those situations tend to not happen again, so the wisdom is useless. You can try passing it on to someone younger, but they don’t want to hear it any more than I craved advice from my grandparents.”
Vanity Fair: Free Radicals: They’re not MAGA. They’re not QAnon. In the crucible of 2022 conservatism, the power brokers are influenced by an intellectual new right that envisions itself as the most dangerous sort of cool. VF reports from the party at the end of the world. by James Pogue
In late 1979 I was a Production Manager for the “alternative” newspaper New Times Weekly in Phoenix. I’d just done a stint at the Santa Barbara News and Review as a production artist, so this was a step up for me plus my gang was running wild in Phoenix and I didn’t want to miss out on that.
While the Art Director took a vacation I got to step into the role for a special issue on Disco. I remember that it was a real big deal for me at 22. While putting the editorial together, I worked with a creative gang of freelance photographers, stylists, models, and other creative types. They were a few years older than me and took me under their wings.
There was symbiosis from the start.
The most gregarious was Jimi, a photographer that was making a name for himself in the dusty old cow town. He persisted and ended up in New York managing photo studios and expanding his portfolio.
There was Carole who traveled the world modeling and joining in the theatrical antics of “art band” The Tubes. Her brother was the synthesizer player and did some very cool airbrushed pieces for the performances.
Then there was Ed who I knew informally from his vintage shop “Sunset Boulevard.” He had a keen eye as an art director and stylist. He also dressed me since I was mostly wearing wrinkled army fatigues in those days. I was nearly stripped of my gay badge, but Ed quickly remedied that.
Ed’s business partner was Lee who had east coast sensibilities and also weighed in on my disheveled look. To this day he’s one of the smoothest dressers I’ve ever met.
For a minute I am reminded that I have known these … more