Near Logan Circle, we found a remarkable piece of street art. Fortunately, the right person walked along at just the right moment. Leica Monochrom, 50mm APO-Summicron-Asph, orange filter, processed in LR4 with a brief trip to Silver Efex Pro2. You may need to click on the image to get all the detail.
Archive for February, 2013
Leave Me Alone
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 50mm APO-Summicron-ASPH, Leica Monochrom on February 28, 2013 by johnbuckley100I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Leica M8, Tri-Elmar 28-35-50 on February 27, 2013 by johnbuckley100You Can Finally Get Your Deathfix, And Man, They Take It All The Way
Posted in Music with tags 10cc, Brendan Canty, Deathfix, Dischord Records, Fugazi, Joe Boyd, Mary Timony, Soundtrack of Our Lives on February 26, 2013 by johnbuckley100We had February 19th circled on our calendar ever since Spin glommed “Transmission,” a magnificent early cut from the first Deathfix album, and streamed it on their site. But even though we hit refresh on our iTunes about a dozen times last Tuesday, it only was released today. Fortunately, those nice people at NPR let us stream the whole album all week, so we haven’t exactly been waitin’ for our man. We may have set new records for streaming a single album, but we sure got our Deathfix, and as of today we finally have a renewable supply, and can take it to the limit.
And that’s the worry, for now that we have our own copy of Deathfix coursing through our headphones, we find the whole album is such a crystalline mound of glittering goodness, we could listen to it over and over until we emerge from the room — if we were to emerge — looking like an R. Crumb character. It’s that good.
Much has been made of the opener, “Better Than Bad” sounding like a Big Star track. Right era, but maybe the wrong band. It seems built less on proto-power pop than on George Harrison’s “What Is Life.” But placing the context from which Deathfix emerges is important, given how much the band confounds expectations. With musicians who have roots in Fugazi, Bob Mould’s solo career, and D.C. secrets like The Mary Timony Band, who would have imagined there is a late ’60s/early ’70s prog sophistication at work here, that in a song like “Transmission” we can imagine Joe Boyd producing a Traffic session. The musicians are virtuosi, even when you realize that singer/guitarist Brendan Canty isn’t playing the drums, which he did so magnificently for Fugazi, but instead has embarked on the same path as Chris Mars and Grant Hart and, yeah, Dave Grohl before him, going from behind the drum kit to the front of the stage.
It all works, as an incredibly catchy set of updated 10cc songs, as a staggeringly sophisticated first album made by adults who know their way around the studio, but haven’t lost a scintilla of wonder about just what can be accomplished with guitars, bass, drums, and keyboards. This may seem far afield, but the only contemporary band that to us seems to be fishing with the same tackle is White Denim, and by that we mean a band that completely understands how uncool it is to play music with such a knowing understanding of pre-punk rock sophistication, and then they just go ahead’n’blow everyone away with the power of their songs, their incredible musicianship. Resistance is futile.
Despite the dance club vibe of “Dali’s House,” this is a cerebral album, clever and beautiful (at times) without being emotional. It sounds like it was made by a band as well-synced as The Soundtrack of Our Lives, but of course, they’ve only been playing together for a matter of months. Our humble belief is that Deathfix could be the biggest band ever to emerge from D.C. — we mean commercially viable and huge — and wouldn’t that be ironic, given Brendan’s roots in Fugazi? Richly deserved though, right, to have a nice guy finish first? Whether or not we’re right — we’re usually not, when it comes to predicting who’s going to be huge — Deathfix has produced a first album that we pray is just the kickoff to many more. You can start your 2013 Top 10 list scorecard now. Maybe you can even put down your pen.
Mona Lisa In Georgetown
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Leica Monochrom and Noctilux on February 25, 2013 by johnbuckley100Lo. Lee. Ta.
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 50mm APO-Summicron-ASPH, Leica Monochrom on February 23, 2013 by johnbuckley100Pentti Samallahti’s Moment
Posted in Uncategorized with tags "Here Far Away", Elliott Erwit, Joel Sternfeld, Nailya Alexander Gallery, Pentti Sammallahti, Sebastiao Salgado on February 22, 2013 by johnbuckley100With his work on the cover of Black + White Magazine this month, the opening on Wednesday of a one-man show in New York’s Nailya Alexander Gallery, and finally, the publication of a new edition of his great career compendium, Here Far Away, the next several weeks will be good for Pentti Sammallahti, the beguiling and masterful Finnish photographer. Last summer, he was recognized at the Les Recontres d’Arles photography festival, and so it seems that slowly, Sammallahti is being recognized globally as a photographer of the highest rank.
If it weren’t for the example of Joel Sternfeld and Elliott Erwitt — two very different artists — one might wonder whether whimsy and charm were the death nell for a serious photographer. But over the course of his 40-year career, Sammallatti has consistently found a way of incorporating animals into his photography, always in a manner that beguiles, and makes you think not less of him, but more. In an era of online film festivals dedicated to cats, this might undermine his standing. It doesn’t. Seeing his picture of a dog stretching identically to the way a nearby tree curves, or the dog sleeping on the sacred cow in Delhi, makes you realize that, again like Sternfeld, Sammallahti makes his own luck. His is not so much the decisive moment as the patient payoff, as surely, in so many of his best pictures, he could see the ingredients in his mind’s eye, and then waited patiently for kismet to stir them perfectly in the bowl.
As Salgado can find the humanity in the most beset upon family in South America, Sammallahti finds the dignity — even joy — in those who live closer to the Arctic Circle. If you could look at his images geotagged, you would want to click on the ones from the White Sea, and other places you likely wouldn’t want to visit, in winter, the way he has.
A master is getting the recognition he deserves. Don’t miss out.
Before It Fades
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 50mm APO-Summicron-ASPH, Leica M9 on February 17, 2013 by johnbuckley100The Valentine’s Kerchief
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 50mm APO-Summicron-ASPH, Leica M9 on February 17, 2013 by johnbuckley100On Having Spent Valentine’s Week With My Bloody Valentine
Posted in Uncategorized with tags "loveless", "m b v", My Bloody Valentine on February 17, 2013 by johnbuckley100Loveless by My Bloody Valentine was released so long ago, we barely could remember what it sounded like. But when Kevin Shields broke his long — well, what was it? Deliberate silence? Writer’s block? Search for perfection? Diffidence? — with the release, two Saturdays ago, of m b v, of course we had to root around in our iTunes library to listen, over and over, to the Ur-albums, both Loveless and Isn’t Anything. And yes, we remember now, there’s greatness there. Michael Nelson’s smart piece in Stereogum — that there didn’t need to be a follow-up to Loveless, because everyone from Sugar to the Smashing Pumpkins had already done it by 1992, made a lot of sense: in their early ’90s moment, MBV’s influence radiated everywhere.
Viewed from the other end of the telescope, more than two decades hence, we now also see influences on subsequent bands that we’d missed, because we’d gotten into them long after MBV was a distant memory of the pre-Clinton era. When we became fans of the Brian Jonestown Massacre, of course we heard the Velvet Underground echo through Anton’s guitar lines. In retrospect, there’s a reason — duh! — that one of BJM’s (weaker) albums was called My Bloody Underground. And of course MBV was another important influence on the Morning After Girls and their spawn, the black ryder.
m b v shows the best and worst of Shields’ songwriting. There’s the same ambient gauze wrapping the guitar lines, like a short flight entirely through thick clouds, with only the occasional glimpse of either blue sky melody or the ground. There’s the same inability to choose which key we are actually playing in, like a driver who can’t decide between lanes. Occasionally, there’s the wispy promise of Bilinda Butcher’s voice, and on songs like “Only Tomorrow” there is undeniable greatness. But a lot of it is like listening to paint dry, nothing to sustain us but sustain itself.
James Joyce famously said that it took him 17 years to write Finnegan’s Wake, and it was just fine that it might take his audience 17 years to read it. m b v will not take us the 22 years it took to make for us to understand it. It has a few very good songs, and the rest is forgettable. The fact of its existence is more important than the quality of the work, and despite only wanting to listen to two or three songs on it, we’re encouraged, and so should be Shields.
We admire Kevin Shields returning to the world, we wish him well, and hope that the band, having gotten this long gestated album out into the world, can pick up some momentum. There are a thousand reasons for an artist to be silent. Now that Shields is back in the world, we hope he keeps going.