So now we're short another screwball, and down a knucklehead too. And completely missing a genius and a half.
Rest in peace, buddy.
But you probably won't do much resting, will you?
Friday, April 26, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I got given carte blanche at SPIN to write whatever I wanted, really — really — but one time I got asked point blank: Who do you most want to write about? Who would you write about it you could write about anybody?
Three-word instant response: John Lee Hooker.
And because it was SPIN.... well, hell, just go do it. That easy. Oh, and write as best you can. Period.
I'm'na post the whole thing eventually, but I guess I'll just cherry-pick some stuff. There were one or two paragraphs edited out —great paragraphs, of course, deathless prose crucified, don't you know — but because it was SPIN, I really got to tell a set of tales. And then... well, there's another small set of tales to go with it, about what happened after, but really, the real tale is the story. Which won an ASCAP-Deems Taylor Award, for what that's worth. SPIN's first, and I don't know, maybe only. (Journalists, those tough-minded cynics, offer each other more bowling trophies than Hollywood could ever dare.)
Here's a couple of hunks. (And I always kinda loved the subhead, the subtitle. "Messin' With The Hook: John Lee Hooker, the living link between country blues and uptown R&B, answers the question that has baffled mankind throughout the ages: How Can Impress The Ladies?"
(In retrospect, I wish we'd added another How or two in there, maybe.)
"Elderly Bluesman interviewing Little Stevie Spielberg: 'So, tell me, man — what Is The Movies?'"
"Hooker may have been the toast of Detroit when he drifted in during the mid-'40s, but he supported his celebrity by sweeping factory floors and swabbing urinals."
"Hooker is saying:
'We got about ten [songs] there now. Like I told you, don't take no three days for me to do no album, er um...'
Hite: We'll go for a triple album!
Hooker: 'You go for a triple album, you gonna go for triple money.' [Laughs}
Hite: 'We got lots of money. This is a hit album — don't worry about that money, it'll come rollin' in.'' It's a carefree phrase that echoes through the ages, spoken who knows how many white times, etched into how many million black minds. 'Don't worry about that money...'
Hooker: [serious as death] 'You gotta worry about that now. Nothin' but the best and later for the garbage.'
Hite: 'What's that?'
Hooker: 'Natural facts.'
The song that follows is 'Burnin' Hell,' and it's—"
And it's a masterpiece, one of the great frozen moments of the entire Twentieth Century. Sometime I'll put up the rest of this, the whole thing. Everything. Nothin' but the best and later for the garbage.
Posted by Nasrudin at 12:14 AM
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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Saturday, March 31, 2012
Stay tuned for new communiques from the N.C.L.F. — or me, anyway — over the next few days.
Learn the backstory on the grinning cowpoke held captive in the suburban backyard! Discover the never-before-told details of how a daring gang of desperados — or us, anyway — flaunted the law to rescue a Wild West icon! You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll call the cops.... or two out of three of those anyway....
Posted by Nasrudin at 1:20 PM
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
The last time I was in Dennis Hopper's house was — let's be fairly honest — the only time. This was a while ago. Things may have changed a bit since then in Hopper's house, in Dennis Hopper's life. Hell, in my own life too. There may have been some rearranging of the furniture.
Monday, June 6, 2011
"Tu primer fiesta de toros, tu primer viage a un protibulo y quiza tu primera borrachera, tu primer pelea en un bar, tu primer viaje a la carcel, tu primer soborno...."
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
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Monday, May 9, 2011
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Directors are a debased currency in today's Hollywood. Producers count, studio heads are stars, stars are social philosophers, agents inspire more fear than ever, but instead of wielding the staff of power as they once did, directors now stand in line for a chance to kiss it.
Posted by Nasrudin at 11:17 PM
Thursday, November 25, 2010
So this ran in SPIN back in the day, in the slot where the Editor's Note went, oddly enough. As if it weren't odd enough to get paid to write about Irving Berlin. In an issue with Belinda Carlisle on the cover (hilarious story behind that one) and full of features about Poison and Tracy Chapman, OMD, Michael Hurley, Big Pig, and a ton more, with Johnny Cash, LL Cool J, Megadeth, and Soul Asylum all co-starring in the Special Summer Swimsuit Special. With accompanying guide to summer vacations in the US that guided you to The World's Largest Tire, and Einstein's Brain; plus, there was a map to Europe that declared where all the Taco Bells and Elvis Presley museums were. Which is to say, I keep realizing, that as much as SPIN drove all of us all crazy all the time, we were trying to get everything in there. Including, swear to God, Irving Berlin.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Life is a long series of humiliations. If you're lucky, anyway.
Posted by Nasrudin at 5:06 PM
The best way to make sense of things is to be stupid.
Posted by Nasrudin at 3:42 PM