Soo..yeah..some fun stuff coming up this summer/fall to commemorate 30th anniversary release of Nevermind. Consider this the trailer. #NFTCommunity#Nirvana
https://t.co/2g3YjEnPGM
Keith Haring used the New York subway as his personal laboratory between 1980 and 1985, drawing thousands of spontaneous images with white chalk on the matte black paper covering expired advertisements.
He often created these drawings in just a few minutes during a subway stop, and he viewed this process as a performance and a way to make art accessible to the general public, not just to galleries.
First, the loyal fans who supported the Knicks for decades when the team sucked (emptying thier wallets for tickets, shirts, jerseys) get priced out of the building when New York finally reaches the Finals (by insanely wealthy patrons willing/capable of casually blowing $20k on a pair of tickets to a basketball game, many of them having just hopped on the bandwagon or purchased tix to Game 3 solely b/c MSG is “the place to be” this week).
Then those same loyal, working-class fans get a second middle finger from ownership. Due to Dolan's desire to host Trump, thousands of diehard Knicks fans are denied the chance to gather outside the Garden, watch the game on a big screen, and share a once-in-a-lifetime moment with the community that helped keep this franchise alive when nobody else cared.
Access is reserved for the powerful, rich and/or connected, not the fans who stuck with this team through 20+ years of misery.
The reason everything seems so fake is because the working-class has been squeezed out of the music business, journalism, TV and movie production.
Some interesting introspection from Rick Beato.
Why Only Rich Kids Make It In Music Today
La aparición del fantasma de la versión soviética de HAMLET (1964) es una masterclass de horror gótico que ya quisieran muchas películas de terror. La cámara lenta, los susurros, la capa ondeante y la tormenta es una combinación expresionista perfecta.
"I remember the precise moment, the precise night, that I went to this place in New York City called the Dom and they turned on 'I Want to Hold Your Hand,' and I heard that sound that went right through my skull, and I realized it was going to go through the skull of Western civilization. I began dancing in public for the first time in my life — complete delight and abandon, no self-conscious wallflower anxieties.
"It was joyful rhythm, generosity, the openness, youthfulness and communality of their voices. They were four guys who were a gang, they loved and appreciated each other. I remember realizing that night at the Dom that black dancing had been brought back to the white West, people were going to return to their bodies — Americans were going to shake their ass...
"The Beatles changed American consciousness, introduced a new note of complete masculinity allied with complete tenderness and vulnerability. And when that note was accepted in America, it did more than anything or anyone to prepare us for some kind of open-minded, open-hearted relationship with each other, and the rest of the world."
--#AllenGinsberg
#Howl #Poetry #Literature #NationalBookAward #Beats #BeatGeneration #TheBeatles #Influence
#Culture #Joy
Bottom of the Hill. San Francisco, late 1970s.
Bottom of the Hill is closing in 2026. I didn’t expect that. A lot of bands got their start here, and a lot of people found their scene here.
It’s sad. But in a city where places often disappear overnight or with very little notice, there’s something deeply human about being given a year to say goodbye. One last run. One more chance to show up.
It was built in 1911 when the Potrero Hill neighborhood was occupied by Italian and working-class families who worked at the nearby shipyards and warehouses. The building was originally a saloon and eatery, called “17th Street Restaurant.”
In the 1930s it housed a soda fountain and possibly even a speakeasy during prohibition.
From the 1960s through 1990 it was a family-owned restaurant and bar named Bottom of the Hill Restaurant, the type of place that was always busy at 6:00AM right when it opened its doors each morning.
Since 1991 it has been a live music venue. A true San Francisco institution!
📸: Jo Babcock
Kurt Cobain would’ve turned 59 today.
Still wild how “Smells Like Teen Spirit” didn’t just launch Nirvana — it reset rock’s whole timeline. That SNL performance on Jan 11, 1992? Pure electricity.
Thanks, Kurt. 🕯️