tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15010788805920595702024-02-07T07:35:23.766-05:00Achilles In The AlleywayProtesting the rising tide of conformityMr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.comBlogger1354125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-25754096395206188572023-02-14T10:08:00.003-05:002023-02-14T10:09:23.042-05:00It's The Thought That Counts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFO1oQo3a82vIehlE7tzHVCr-Q_eEkpW4oedezUABoXPOHJ9uf-EbAUE_Pe4FS0bKNIxxguuAj8O5GIdKMMQMNEeuCgrgZyu-xb5U5Bf57W5BiYptiC_TNFY2oFSS_-WwVdqjtUDgxpcDiviudPtOS_JDqJieMmEpRqw_MGhx_74H_H9VWB5AETtMx/s750/IMG_5228.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="750" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFO1oQo3a82vIehlE7tzHVCr-Q_eEkpW4oedezUABoXPOHJ9uf-EbAUE_Pe4FS0bKNIxxguuAj8O5GIdKMMQMNEeuCgrgZyu-xb5U5Bf57W5BiYptiC_TNFY2oFSS_-WwVdqjtUDgxpcDiviudPtOS_JDqJieMmEpRqw_MGhx_74H_H9VWB5AETtMx/w356-h346/IMG_5228.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Film still from <i>The Warriors</i>, 1979</span></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-14881613878290814582023-02-09T12:09:00.001-05:002023-02-10T12:13:25.860-05:00Just Let Me Grieve <iframe width="510" height="265" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ub4rKDkL53s" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Fare thee well to songwriter extraordinaire Burt Bacharach (covered here brilliantly by The Stranglers). May his memory be a blessing.Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-31100447598375374232023-02-01T19:30:00.018-05:002023-02-10T12:22:54.496-05:00A Love Of Fate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm14s5CeXuRJaWGP0XTuAxbkZXB4uYuNll1-mA9sB3M8UHZE75dbhSjP_57Ztj5I5W4faNUewC8pBKXmgwSylvrpIhopGGCarPdvmZasHgQvnmMgtEoAo9M_3Kx7Ar5p-k52sTwlnOuyrojw6heI7KIaJwye7pbwa5ADVIp3vwZwKB4fVDEezUOTLp/w386-h289/BrooklynSunset2023byLGreenfeld.jpg" width="386" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2023</span></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-47073945405571438712023-01-28T14:30:00.001-05:002023-02-08T10:42:06.410-05:00Lightning Struck Itself<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTbuV0jfc3VgNmAC7YipFquYApfDjlPTMIqzOSvzzWp9TYnB3yhfmLBVaQNyX--UfMCiOI0VLW1clyYKFgcz8lrQdMxI1Wrqz465ADQdSQqq8zqe-M9P2G6I4Z7hxilpLDeEGY1EwDapZFr4vMsX8UCS0RqA1HY-usCY_pCIe5Mx6MyR1_WAM_zcp/s1001/TomAndPatti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="655" height="433" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTbuV0jfc3VgNmAC7YipFquYApfDjlPTMIqzOSvzzWp9TYnB3yhfmLBVaQNyX--UfMCiOI0VLW1clyYKFgcz8lrQdMxI1Wrqz465ADQdSQqq8zqe-M9P2G6I4Z7hxilpLDeEGY1EwDapZFr4vMsX8UCS0RqA1HY-usCY_pCIe5Mx6MyR1_WAM_zcp/w283-h433/TomAndPatti.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Patti Smith and Tom Verlaine at a party for Frank Zappa in NYC, 1974.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph by Allan Tannenbaum</span></div></div><p></p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-39788225301342201352023-01-19T10:30:00.001-05:002023-02-08T10:31:21.551-05:00Another World Is Posible<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQP7VM-V8bfYJZTM2PsaPXN8AVQ9e2Sh4xLGukY3yCw6qFqM6L9-HTnjsmsVWLlVKNE07NxeLqDltCc56bsXRYM2XSQNLKzGhVXIGTp_baqFRTPkE45JIInqYINrK3rQqHfgtaktKZL8/s1600/capitalismkills.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQP7VM-V8bfYJZTM2PsaPXN8AVQ9e2Sh4xLGukY3yCw6qFqM6L9-HTnjsmsVWLlVKNE07NxeLqDltCc56bsXRYM2XSQNLKzGhVXIGTp_baqFRTPkE45JIInqYINrK3rQqHfgtaktKZL8/w386-h257/capitalismkills.jpg" width="386" /></a></p>"Thus did a handful of rapacious citizens come to control all that was worth controlling in America. Thus was the savage and stupid and entirely inappropriate and unnecessary and humorless American class system created. Honest, industrious, peaceful citizens were classed as bloodsuckers, if they asked to be paid a living wage. And they saw that praise was reserved henceforth for those who devised means of getting paid enormously for committing crimes against which no laws had been passed. Thus the American dream turned belly up, turned green, bobbed to the scummy surface of cupidity unlimited, filled with gas, went bang in the noonday sun."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quote from <i>God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater</i>, 1965</span></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-48560181704078328002022-12-20T12:04:00.001-05:002022-12-22T12:07:40.342-05:00It's Later Than You Think<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28LViJu78-2GjOd8HD4auZhD1G725h9PHHLoXtzsw0p8TCR0cMRSj7nxtxaz_PQaY4SE780iF1iyVaPPhaCOyODzppB1-Mqu5bkIbFnttSGd072hU4ernWeO7yQnBISG7GzdTeJP3xCaQQuIz6vybH2XdFOERy1F8Q7k01z-U2m1ewRxNt0WahC6K/s721/TerryHallstarofdavid.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="592" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28LViJu78-2GjOd8HD4auZhD1G725h9PHHLoXtzsw0p8TCR0cMRSj7nxtxaz_PQaY4SE780iF1iyVaPPhaCOyODzppB1-Mqu5bkIbFnttSGd072hU4ernWeO7yQnBISG7GzdTeJP3xCaQQuIz6vybH2XdFOERy1F8Q7k01z-U2m1ewRxNt0WahC6K/w335-h408/TerryHallstarofdavid.jpeg" width="335" /></a></div><div> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Terry Hall</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Rest In Peace</b></div></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-68160988976783243112022-12-09T12:08:00.001-05:002022-12-22T12:12:18.648-05:00I Just Had To Let It Go<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqdUwEstylQFpwHK5XFE7K_yv1ybMML2OCYyW2beNk0espVkeLSxAYTOEWI1ed3erMtuDjcD3HkoWTgNNeXvisq2E1PvpBcidk5AxwNGS0BYpe9HS6bsf_51wqnaUvQ_SmTfj3yPhOLVQYPuUTCUYTIB7bpJEr-0zqn4cMjh4KYYUnkO7ltKNfIPF/s766/HomecrestBKbyLeeGreenfeld.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="750" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqdUwEstylQFpwHK5XFE7K_yv1ybMML2OCYyW2beNk0espVkeLSxAYTOEWI1ed3erMtuDjcD3HkoWTgNNeXvisq2E1PvpBcidk5AxwNGS0BYpe9HS6bsf_51wqnaUvQ_SmTfj3yPhOLVQYPuUTCUYTIB7bpJEr-0zqn4cMjh4KYYUnkO7ltKNfIPF/w381-h390/HomecrestBKbyLeeGreenfeld.jpeg" width="381" /></a><span style="font-size: small; text-align: right;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2022</span></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-43805195821314384892022-11-27T12:13:00.001-05:002022-12-22T12:18:29.618-05:00The Night Has A Thousand Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6B9iGSsc9JbcPfHNwYulA1Akc0YnqRha50RmfcUWu5AI7XM8n_c8emgmKBLz4cxJ8ETYjEIiEyyDuM2oeeum_fjSGbIQOdk5-7cvjRfRnvENM_09VY0Ytg6IiMnwDirnrOis7DqwVBjIIFIuBjuMDAeJmEE3taGkSg4NofEn6UBQvgHL9fdhVUOl/s770/ChasingTrane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="750" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6B9iGSsc9JbcPfHNwYulA1Akc0YnqRha50RmfcUWu5AI7XM8n_c8emgmKBLz4cxJ8ETYjEIiEyyDuM2oeeum_fjSGbIQOdk5-7cvjRfRnvENM_09VY0Ytg6IiMnwDirnrOis7DqwVBjIIFIuBjuMDAeJmEE3taGkSg4NofEn6UBQvgHL9fdhVUOl/w368-h377/ChasingTrane.jpg" width="368" /></a></div><p><i>Chasing Trane</i> is a must-watch documentary despite the clumsy beginning and the exclusion of Coltrane’s brilliant stretch playing with Eric Dolphy (their European live recordings are some of my all-time favorite pieces of music). The insight into Trane the human is illuminating, and there are some great interviewees and recollections (some of the best being via John Densmore, of all people). The coverage of his last tour (in Japan) is particularly moving, showing him to have been a real humanist with artistic goals that are truly inspiring, whether or not you believe in a higher power.</p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-77397747185208324752022-11-08T12:19:00.001-05:002022-12-22T12:20:47.667-05:00New Day Rising<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfn2TfyzAfdk5cMz4J0_O8WhiOqVxUvdXWCcHFxCGiMwBGgD_rlqUihTOPB78En2VVk1om9Ps5gzDo3ROmb2o_ImMthykk9y2DO65NAufm7G0lz_B1e8mwCNm8QF8R6fsE4gJUGe8qpDJKSngS-aO9mnOqUNhLg1SBsU5r9gc8wiSZNFf8K52RqlPt/s2048/BKSunrisebyLeeGreenfeld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfn2TfyzAfdk5cMz4J0_O8WhiOqVxUvdXWCcHFxCGiMwBGgD_rlqUihTOPB78En2VVk1om9Ps5gzDo3ROmb2o_ImMthykk9y2DO65NAufm7G0lz_B1e8mwCNm8QF8R6fsE4gJUGe8qpDJKSngS-aO9mnOqUNhLg1SBsU5r9gc8wiSZNFf8K52RqlPt/w370-h494/BKSunrisebyLeeGreenfeld.jpg" width="370" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph by Lee Greenfeld ©2022</span></div></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-56384036032269801082022-10-25T12:22:00.013-04:002022-12-22T12:26:57.268-05:00A Coney Island Of My Mind #25<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1x8iPpYgtbzZ81BxHWV1a5yy6IfxUjnLh2x8Y6M_WvDsZ9UPtIqJDLFKNYEAzRMapVDINDrJM1xGodkhJOt8guP2Q6zIU94jmF48ooLGK4j3SiLLdVcjBesQtyf8P_gfngOUolkylJWTX3CA7vIVWVyS14FFq3cy48vCsmbQ9vxyFn6cg0OWl9QDV/s1231/JewBBelongByLeeGreenfeld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1231" data-original-width="1231" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1x8iPpYgtbzZ81BxHWV1a5yy6IfxUjnLh2x8Y6M_WvDsZ9UPtIqJDLFKNYEAzRMapVDINDrJM1xGodkhJOt8guP2Q6zIU94jmF48ooLGK4j3SiLLdVcjBesQtyf8P_gfngOUolkylJWTX3CA7vIVWVyS14FFq3cy48vCsmbQ9vxyFn6cg0OWl9QDV/w381-h381/JewBBelongByLeeGreenfeld.jpg" width="381" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2022</span></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-57039648311781821382022-10-19T10:43:00.002-04:002022-10-19T10:43:51.857-04:00The Question Of Self-Pity<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCDGEtnDE51XBl4jCwdXctPNGZxkws1VCmHTuDAvJ1qrjzVkODcXGsku_UUDrYe5mYiWqG_tfcyboCC2onlrBkDPVgxSCjz4WDpPKAkC91HNpdPd9LWq4qg2SUslErNrS10DfXu9bMJROCgT0V73VX3f48PUKD23muJt7ANgRRuV1Ur4D69oythZnv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1062" data-original-width="750" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCDGEtnDE51XBl4jCwdXctPNGZxkws1VCmHTuDAvJ1qrjzVkODcXGsku_UUDrYe5mYiWqG_tfcyboCC2onlrBkDPVgxSCjz4WDpPKAkC91HNpdPd9LWq4qg2SUslErNrS10DfXu9bMJROCgT0V73VX3f48PUKD23muJt7ANgRRuV1Ur4D69oythZnv=w321-h455" width="321" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.”</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2022</span></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-9993034754183887062022-10-14T12:31:00.001-04:002022-10-17T12:35:40.229-04:00A Coney Island Of My Mind #24<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26oeIUs3L2dQ3iq_m3cYJbHDhMullmGiQZwLTiobdpXSatXNdMmYJUKM4SEOGW6AxvV-9yG1Iw2O5i7AsKTs1X-Bu2XmkIdqos3-lMzGWmL6jPEUiS04IwkDw5yNb3y8iASd2ylWIqSgIXgSZ34vhf9ICCM6clawikrT7x-c4KIU8IURxn-fpEAdA/s800/ConeyArthurTress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="800" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26oeIUs3L2dQ3iq_m3cYJbHDhMullmGiQZwLTiobdpXSatXNdMmYJUKM4SEOGW6AxvV-9yG1Iw2O5i7AsKTs1X-Bu2XmkIdqos3-lMzGWmL6jPEUiS04IwkDw5yNb3y8iASd2ylWIqSgIXgSZ34vhf9ICCM6clawikrT7x-c4KIU8IURxn-fpEAdA/w381-h371/ConeyArthurTress.jpg" width="381" /></a><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph by Arthur Tress, 1972</span></p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-74308218102325992142022-10-08T22:33:00.001-04:002022-10-08T22:33:22.425-04:00To Lay Me Down<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUHsn0oSAVxxOCH7EUzfZSsLg17GyhGyfx-kWLPTTi2zohqngqgsBrYAioW7RJ4xhxnwwYcxOYw9k77XfjUFiXvHvtbBgjYPSzatFKNCuNcTwdPbg26sHczUej0CtzJavPwIyKqxlUF_vR3erlXtjNFDKdVfQfEaZcxUZDrik5Prhzi8TILykHRDx/s4032/3F8C5AC5-D380-403D-AF6D-B87B4687FA14.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUHsn0oSAVxxOCH7EUzfZSsLg17GyhGyfx-kWLPTTi2zohqngqgsBrYAioW7RJ4xhxnwwYcxOYw9k77XfjUFiXvHvtbBgjYPSzatFKNCuNcTwdPbg26sHczUej0CtzJavPwIyKqxlUF_vR3erlXtjNFDKdVfQfEaZcxUZDrik5Prhzi8TILykHRDx/w349-h466/3F8C5AC5-D380-403D-AF6D-B87B4687FA14.jpeg" width="349" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">“ To tell sweet lies, one last time and say good night,”</p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-30127251554747768792022-09-13T10:01:00.001-04:002022-09-13T10:01:37.506-04:00To Be Immortal And Then Die<p> It’s truly awful to find out in the wake of their death that an artist you admired, and whose work you loved and learned from, held vile views. I am quite capable of separating the art from the artist — and you really must unless you want to miss out on a wealth of literature, poetry, art and music — but it’s still a fucking gut-punch.</p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-51686550683889509832022-09-11T16:15:00.002-04:002022-09-13T10:23:20.781-04:00Planet Caravan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkgpDP9_9x3FQQiT9ofi4uSwT7g8uZWzeVoqVLdMEvrCclTCfceKKWDMv3WY0LWCoRbMsQa-FLCE4zCURLegQjRpiJN9hZQ3T0w4m7xvIs5cSvFdUnUMDbn4pkU8VYzFtqpL47VWoUbhVbk69KtoBGOmF5i2ui-XSJI8N8e5lI9Zsxyu2z5U-V3VLV/s814/HollywoodMusicFestUK.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="500" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkgpDP9_9x3FQQiT9ofi4uSwT7g8uZWzeVoqVLdMEvrCclTCfceKKWDMv3WY0LWCoRbMsQa-FLCE4zCURLegQjRpiJN9hZQ3T0w4m7xvIs5cSvFdUnUMDbn4pkU8VYzFtqpL47VWoUbhVbk69KtoBGOmF5i2ui-XSJI8N8e5lI9Zsxyu2z5U-V3VLV/w325-h528/HollywoodMusicFestUK.jpg" width="325" /></a></div><p>The Grateful Dead and Black Sabbath, not to mention Traffic, José Feliciano, Free, and Shagrat (which featured Steve Peregrin Took, Mick Farren and Larry Wallis), on the same bill in 1970. The night before ain’t too shabby either.</p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-16529462847212334372022-09-09T10:14:00.001-04:002022-09-13T10:17:02.463-04:00Botanic Therapy<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/g6ySGCFrrsU?controls=0" title="YouTube video player" width="500"></iframe>
<p> Even war cannot stop the creation of art: track from Ukrainian psychedelic band The Landscape’s just released album.</p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-21130218279125425822022-08-25T10:19:00.004-04:002022-08-26T13:26:06.945-04:00The Naked City, Circa 1980s<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQuyLIZhzCtoLJEzUuzU-bB3eAmihOsdHV7PZzwbpcAUyZell7X7z1nClF8qWi1HB0bAckz4NtXGcZL21KdBGlcnxXBAGBIVrNPDLLfwk3Bjo-xq3jZup0LEAxShvzi6-ha4x1jLzTyUIv-K7QS0pv0_sh8v6yQ839rKIcwg-ILdYscGXCShfhL1WM/s4032/IMG_1079.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQuyLIZhzCtoLJEzUuzU-bB3eAmihOsdHV7PZzwbpcAUyZell7X7z1nClF8qWi1HB0bAckz4NtXGcZL21KdBGlcnxXBAGBIVrNPDLLfwk3Bjo-xq3jZup0LEAxShvzi6-ha4x1jLzTyUIv-K7QS0pv0_sh8v6yQ839rKIcwg-ILdYscGXCShfhL1WM/w301-h401/IMG_1079.JPG" width="301" /></a></div><p>Chris "Stane" Anthony's <i>New York City Prose</i> is a vivid and loving look back at very specific-era in True York City that will appeal to both those who were involved in graffiti and those interested in learning about a subculture birthed in the greatest city in the world. The drama, late night missions, the attraction to danger, and the overall implications of the life…. It’s all in the pages of Anthony's memoir.</p><p><i>New York City Prose</i> is more than a just graffiti book though; it’s a very personal, nakedly honest, and humble remembrance of NYC in the midst of some of its darkest and most exciting days.</p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-90010115001873258322022-08-22T11:34:00.000-04:002022-08-26T09:42:32.389-04:00Who Do I Have To Call?<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogBeF8ypg1ID2XDfzMFmEn2GsIUbGrzISoCcjZ5BpIMcYnxoRuLaXCMChsWvqVnKsn0Y28dQ8PMjLQZHvtSNiyruWGhZsQaMUYYCDZwuoMo7SRiKGIE4Dx-nfIlDTGjVRyeyxjsdbed4O5mq3tRMWOSN_aoU-txExa0l-IW-L-8BAPTjPtoa5kzCL/s800/AvenueP.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="800" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogBeF8ypg1ID2XDfzMFmEn2GsIUbGrzISoCcjZ5BpIMcYnxoRuLaXCMChsWvqVnKsn0Y28dQ8PMjLQZHvtSNiyruWGhZsQaMUYYCDZwuoMo7SRiKGIE4Dx-nfIlDTGjVRyeyxjsdbed4O5mq3tRMWOSN_aoU-txExa0l-IW-L-8BAPTjPtoa5kzCL/w376-h245/AvenueP.jpeg" width="376" /></a></div></div><div><br />50 years ago today: John Wojtowicz looks through the window of the Chase Bank on Avenue P between East 3rd and 4th streets during the robbery that inspired <i>Dog Day Afternoon</i>.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph by Charles Ruppmann</span></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-17914257809511990102022-08-13T14:32:00.003-04:002022-08-13T14:32:57.675-04:00Be Bloody-Minded<p> “Go for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin talking. Aim for the stars. Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world. And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things — childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves — that go on slipping , like sand, through our fingers.”</p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-34143122980342790422022-08-10T09:21:00.002-04:002022-08-10T09:26:44.691-04:00A Small Key Can Open A Large Door<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOBInfzQxfzVnKlrJrLhBM_QdWOV8swb3ga_IriaDZ1fzvgAuOqylqrVVaIDRWnACuDnnjHC9WZ5OoNmoNXun2kq8zwEtuE9gsOZv0UvvQsEng789jxpFnVkUO3GtCV709ezQq_lFDqo/s2048/Democratic_confederalism_.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOBInfzQxfzVnKlrJrLhBM_QdWOV8swb3ga_IriaDZ1fzvgAuOqylqrVVaIDRWnACuDnnjHC9WZ5OoNmoNXun2kq8zwEtuE9gsOZv0UvvQsEng789jxpFnVkUO3GtCV709ezQq_lFDqo/w375-h375/Democratic_confederalism_.png" width="375" /></a></div><br />"Democratic modernity replies to the universalist, linear progressivist and determinist methodology deployed by the modern nation-state to achieve the homogenization and herdification of society with a pluralist and probabilistic methodology that enables the visibility of democratic society. It develops its alternative through its openness to different political formations, its multiculturalism, its anti-monopolist stance, its ecological and feminist attributes and its economic structure that is grounded on satisfying society’s fundamental needs and societal disposition. As opposed to capitalist modernity’s nation-state, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_dchu1i8cs" target="_blank">Democratic Confederalism</a> is democratic modernity’s political alternative. <p></p><div>Democratic modernity is flexible in its approach to the nation. This in itself plays a significant role in solving so many societal problems by bringing together the multi-lingual, multi-ethnic, multi-faith and multi-political segments of society as opposed to the singular approach of nations based on a single language, ethnicity, religion or state. The multi-dimensional approach of democratic modernity to the nation will form a strong foundation for the much needed establishment of peace and fraternity in the Middle East."</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Download: <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/pyll4u4kj6hog9d/Ocalan,+Abdullah+-+The+Political+Thought+of+Abdullah+Ocalan.pdf/file" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">The Political Thought Of Abdullah Öcalan Kurdistan</a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Words:<span style="text-align: left;">Abdullah Öcalan</span></span></div>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-10630642219867920622022-08-09T08:53:00.001-04:002022-08-09T08:53:51.196-04:00Brooklyn Spleen<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdCQT0jTwD84cgaFXid6Wu7wOE83XJB1_-Np8pLiDTh-_50UU1eIwrE4eX-d51RRAzRDcg8oau5MJ0cEig1kiqXZuj73djx8qAeiFmWoys0MxwYbvnv9QbywZimk1MNENBvjMEpBc660jqo2N_CiY6a3f68P6nMjOBBkmboOcQiF6FZtYE5gmbVxeN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdCQT0jTwD84cgaFXid6Wu7wOE83XJB1_-Np8pLiDTh-_50UU1eIwrE4eX-d51RRAzRDcg8oau5MJ0cEig1kiqXZuj73djx8qAeiFmWoys0MxwYbvnv9QbywZimk1MNENBvjMEpBc660jqo2N_CiY6a3f68P6nMjOBBkmboOcQiF6FZtYE5gmbVxeN=w376-h282" width="376" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">"What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph: Lee Greenfeld © 2022. Mural: Zed1. Quote: Charles Baudelaire</span></div><p></p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-36384296079848005722022-08-03T09:42:00.000-04:002022-08-03T09:42:03.601-04:00Pull Up A Chair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BwpzPE9cp_xu4dM5I44UdiEcVfYd6c2gNRYtHswVeQA1fV4LaFHBx7IPuUlSmCGzR6QboYe21djqnUeDIfo6WYSNb71ts8A8Nx8DGDF37Z_iw2OP1xF7E5L5rbaBwSaOF4oa9dusFbmiwnHRhzprByphE-XLbcTSma7vrC_kx6BrHjOuhvOKSKag/s1080/VinScully1950.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1080" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BwpzPE9cp_xu4dM5I44UdiEcVfYd6c2gNRYtHswVeQA1fV4LaFHBx7IPuUlSmCGzR6QboYe21djqnUeDIfo6WYSNb71ts8A8Nx8DGDF37Z_iw2OP1xF7E5L5rbaBwSaOF4oa9dusFbmiwnHRhzprByphE-XLbcTSma7vrC_kx6BrHjOuhvOKSKag/w365-h282/VinScully1950.jpeg" width="365" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The great Vin Scully calling his first game for the Brooklyn Dodgers on April 18th, 1950. (Peep the quart of Schaefer and the carton of Lucky Strike.)</span></p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-44220507286126914382022-08-01T19:25:00.003-04:002022-08-01T19:25:44.420-04:0080 Would've Been The Number<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNW2K8kwWFASCSW4yUPlO8o9cTnkTGmjWGoceirrthYaEepa_6MDC56QmoHnDhcpBFqgiQWr4MI9eJT7K1-Pblumbn4GDQBNeZANAjk0i1FMvxC0IyACZEHY0_3MgG-euDL_likae35Xa6bDMdxYvHkCZMc4wbal-yy4SGVJwt_aK9FCY8sJWbO48/s477/1968%2005%2003%20Columbia%20University%20Strike%20%20%20Dropbox%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="399" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNW2K8kwWFASCSW4yUPlO8o9cTnkTGmjWGoceirrthYaEepa_6MDC56QmoHnDhcpBFqgiQWr4MI9eJT7K1-Pblumbn4GDQBNeZANAjk0i1FMvxC0IyACZEHY0_3MgG-euDL_likae35Xa6bDMdxYvHkCZMc4wbal-yy4SGVJwt_aK9FCY8sJWbO48/w355-h424/1968%2005%2003%20Columbia%20University%20Strike%20%20%20Dropbox%20(2).jpg" width="355" /></a><br /></p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-54199707213124319432022-07-07T19:26:00.000-04:002022-08-01T19:32:28.471-04:00See Ya Sonny<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdU0JBh8X8n_nv8_Obwsh5BKxwgIQEDGq0WYWc8vvkDSli5lltKp7PIbjTTHH3ulFBVyQG5H09VkgYfMpi_4Y25LTFcEO8T3Up6q1tVNDVTouEkd_uXvnh4Roan53YZMDDPCREkD5-87V4W8HqXiTQRbrsoEAUJSeKorduF3M_brae7oU4cEI0VC0/s794/292618182_10160808785164903_1926355321436868098_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="671" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdU0JBh8X8n_nv8_Obwsh5BKxwgIQEDGq0WYWc8vvkDSli5lltKp7PIbjTTHH3ulFBVyQG5H09VkgYfMpi_4Y25LTFcEO8T3Up6q1tVNDVTouEkd_uXvnh4Roan53YZMDDPCREkD5-87V4W8HqXiTQRbrsoEAUJSeKorduF3M_brae7oU4cEI0VC0/w379-h449/292618182_10160808785164903_1926355321436868098_n.jpg" width="379" /></a></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">Fare thee well to the talented, tough, and funny James Caan.</div><p></p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1501078880592059570.post-70719372918384909632022-06-30T10:12:00.006-04:002022-08-03T09:45:25.677-04:00System, System, System<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uHH54FYISTY" title="YouTube video player" width="500"></iframe></div><p>The <i>Penis Envy</i> album is just as uncompromising (and relevant) as it was when it was released in 1981. The entire album needs to be consumed whole as a piece of furious sonic political art, but this track always is a real knock-out blow.</p>Mr. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164137669276160575noreply@blogger.com0