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lisamarie-vee · 1 year
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oddwomen · 4 months
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Gay? Become free. The Village Voice (June 25, 1970)
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theatrepup · 2 months
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"Brian Jones's long blonde hair shines clean over heavy eyes as he shows us around. He is dressed hippy-flower: a colorful Indian shirt, white bell-bottoms, cowboy boots, beads and bells....The Rolls pulls over. We get out. A hunched-over old lady who has been watching us from a doorway decides to limp over. She scowls at Jones, “You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Why don’t you dress like a man?” He deals with her. 'Why don’t you act like the nice little old lady I thought you were?'"--The Village Voice, 1967
(Photos aren't from the article, they just give the general idea)
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killjoyhistory · 1 year
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 [The Village Voice:] You’ve said the new album’s “Look Alive, Sunshine” intro was inspired by A Clockwork Orange, but it also reminded me of Vanishing Point, have you seen it? It’s a 1971 car-chase flick with a guy on the radio sending messages to the driver so he can escape the police.
[Gerard:] Yes! Vanishing Point and The Warriors were two very big reference points for the album. I definitely wanted it to feel like there was this DJ out there like, inspiring these lunatics to drive around. And I also wanted it to feel a little bit like The Warriors as well. But yeah, I love both of those movies. 
— Gerard Way in an interview with The Village Voice (2011)
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thesobsister · 9 months
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Poster for Billie Holiday with an all-star lineup at Loew's Sheridan in NYC, 1957
The Loew's Sheridan, gone since 1969 and leaving no terrestrial trace, but whose likeness we can see in this painting by Edward Hopper from 1937:
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From the Village Voice review—the paper having co-produced the show—the following Monday:
Voice Concert Sell-Out
The Village Voice and Jean Shepherd proved last Saturday night that one of the liveliest of the “lively arts” has massive appeal in Greenwich Village. “Jazz music,” said Monday’s New York Times, “successfully invaded new territory at midnight Saturday when 2500 packed Loew’s Sheridan Theatre in Greenwich Village to hear a program headed by Billie Holiday and the Modern Jazz Quartet.”
Interest in the show was so intense that fully one hour before curtain-time the entire square block on which the Sheridan is located was encircled four-deep by people waiting to get in. Jazz-lovers who were admonished by patrolmen to get to the end of the line were thrown into confusion trying to find the end of a line that had no end. The entire house was sold out, with more than 500 people being turned away.
The evening went off smoothly before an enthusiastic audience. The only suspense was involved in getting jazz singer Billie Holiday, who was performing in a Philadelphia club until 12:30 a.m., back to New York in sufficient time to sing on the stage of the Sheridan. The Voice driver made it, and she was able to close the show with some 10 songs, including her classic “Don’t Explain.”
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back-and-totheleft · 7 months
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Breathless
Nine years ago, I fell in love with Breathless. Time has aged her since, but poems of chaos, having little structure, are gloriously free from decay. They die young, but as the novelist Parvulesco (Jean-Pierre Melville) of the film says when asked his ambition in life: "Devenir immortel . . . et puis mourir." A Bout de Souffle is the immortal spirit of Rimbaud's cry: "I shall lose and come to regard as sacred the disorder of my mind!"
On a hot summer day in 1959, Jean-Paul Belmondo stumbled down la rue Campagne Premiere breathless, a bullet in his back, dropped to the pavement, smoked out the butt of his Gitane, grimaced at Jean Seberg, told her, ''G'est vraiment degueulasse," closed his own eyes, died, and entered my imagination forever. I suppose because, more than Brando, Welles, Olivier, and so on, he was what I really wanted to be then. As I saw a movie and was still young and fanciful enough to imitate, for several days at least, a fictional lifest}4e (never to much good except eventually my own disillusionment), so Belmondo himself copped his lifestyle in the movies. The difference was he stuck by it. If he bought Bogart, then it was to his glory he played him to the end. "Vivre dangereusement jusqu' au bout," proclaims a movie poster on the Champs-Elysees. Patricia turns to Michel, saying, "I want to know what's behind your mask." Michel takes his cigarette out of his mouth and, mimicking Bogart, caresses his lips with his thumb, telling us all we have to know. Belmondo alias Lazlo Kovacs alias Michel Poiccard is an image of an image in an endless hall of mirrors and nothing more. It's authentic and it consists of Bogart's integrity, to which, if in parody, Belmondo is scrupulously honest.
Breathless is more yet. It's like a soft easy edge of wind. It's sticking somebody up in a bathroom because suddenly it occurs that nothing in the world could be so natural and easy and not a ''crime"; it's beating up a cowardly garage owner who needs a good beating up; it's stealing cars because people have cars and why should they have cars in the first place if I can't take them; it's killing a policeman because suddenly he wants to put me in a cage and who is he to do so because I drove too fast down a country road shooting at the sun because the sun is sitting there wanting to be shot at, in a world full of double crossers, crooks, thieves, con men, ratters, and lovers who betray because it is their nature to betray. And in the void what is it you would choose, Seberg asks, "grief or nothing?" "Grief," Michel answers, "is a waste of time. I take nothing. . . ." and on nothing, "les palais de notre chimeres" (the palace of our illusions) out of imagination will be built.
Twelve years have since passed, and I've grown older into my twenties. A certain amount of adventure is behind me now, and I'm developing my own lifestyle, which, having never stolen a car or killed a policeman, in no way resembles Belmondo's. So I see Breathless again, not without a little irritation gnawing at me as I think how moral I've become, and what sort of social consciousness is it that leads me to condemn this flaunting young hoodlum, all the while secretly preferring, by some curious double standard, the maturer nihilism of Weekend. It makes sense, though, doesn't it, the dictum being that the greater the crime, the more people cannibalized, the more dignity there is to it? Is Breathless passe? Yes, to those of us who can only live in the present, with a narrow but penetrating view out of which revolutions are made. Godard himself will disown Breathless because he is a crusader, and Breathless is a classic for which he has no use.
-A then unknown Oliver Stone's review of Breathless, May 11 1972, The Village Voice
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@craigspoplife The Village Voice review of Madonna's "Justify My Love (The Beast Within Mix)." It sounds like Vince Aletti, and I pretty much clipped out all things Vince Aletti. But let me know if it's someone else. Madonna - Justify My Love (The Beast Within Mix) 
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sweetdreamsjeff · 2 years
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What a turkey of a review. Two thumbs down for this guy, who ever he is. He gave Grace a C.
What? Give me a break! Talk about someone not having taste.
JEFF BUCKLEY: Grace (Columbia) Although Tim's vocal traces are in his genes as surely as John's are in Julian's, it's wrong to peg him as the unwelcome ghost of his overwrought dad. Young Jeff is a syncretic asshole, beholden to Zeppelin and Nina Simone and Chris Whitley and the Cocteau Twins and his mama--your mama too if you don't watch out. "Sensitivity isn't being wimpy," he avers. "It's about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom." So let us pray the force of hype blows him all the way to Uranus. C
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gotankgo · 2 years
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Originally published September 1, 1988
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lisamarie-vee · 3 months
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"SUCKING DEMOCRACY DRY" -- ONE OF THE GREAT POLEMIC PAINTINGS OF OUR TIME.
PIC(S) INFO: Part 2 of 2 -- Spotlight on what began as a convention exclusive, AlexRossArt.com and Mercury Comics present Alex Ross' Bush "Sucking Democracy Dry," originally used by "The Village Voice" in the fall of 2004. Artwork by the maestro, Alex Ross.
""So, what was the least subtle cover you ever did ?" Glad you asked! It's one that might also be the most subtle in an odd way.
Ah, Bush fatigue. Seems almost charming now. We'd been banging the drum on this endless beat of how much W sucked for what seemed like eternity, and the bludgeoning impact of weekly tabloid repetition was taking its toll on me, much less the overall readership. When there was a plan for yet another Bush-centric cover, I was actually at a loss. Particularly because this time around there wasn’t as solid of a story angle as we usually had, so it seemed more about feeding red meat to a base that was... probably doing okay in the protein department at that point.
So I decided to try something so ridiculously blunt and over-the-top it would cast a shadow over any similar tries for quite a while. It was the issue before Halloween. A plan came together. But in order for it really stick and not be shrugged off as just another political-cartoon grotesquerie it had to be rendered as beautifully as possible. 
We had done one project before with Alex Ross, but this had a whole other layer of difficulty, since so many elements had to come together precisely. He delivered: The “hot” overhead lighting, the Bela-Lugosi-hand reference, the arc of Liberty's punctured neck, the fact that there are actually no visible fangs. 
Subtle!"
-- TED KELLER for Ted Keller Design
Sources: www.tedkellerdesign.com/village-voice & Previews World.
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garudabluffs · 2 months
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This oral history of the 'Village Voice' captures its creativity and rebelliousness
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Romano intersperses such journalistic triumphs with harsher estimations of, for instance, the "boys club" culture that dominated the Voice for decades. Because of the expletives she uses, I can't fully quote feminist writer Laurie Stone's condemnation of the sexism of colleagues like Mailer and Nat Hentoff, but she winds up calling them: "The kind of people who should never have existed, but since they have existed, we can only celebrate their disappearance."
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The founders of the alternative paper, The Village Voice, Ed Fancher, center, Norman Mailer, left, and Dan Wolf. Mr. Mailer, already a well-known novelist, wrote a column for The Voice but left after a few months.Credit...Gene Pauler
The Voice stuck largely to its local turf at first, Greenwich Village and New York City. But it soon expanded its journalistic ambitions citywide and nationally, becoming the most influential and successful alternative weekly in the United States. Its lively and provocative articles, essays, columns and criticism covering politics, civil rights, the women’s movement, sex and the arts created an idiosyncratic brand that was widely imitated.
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killjoyhistory · 1 year
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 [The Village Voice:] Killjoys also contains lyrical references to “Search and Destroy” and “Ballroom Blitz,” and a lot of the sounds in “The Kids from Yesterday” remind me of Bowie’s “Heroes.” Are there any other 70s bands you slipped in there?
[Gerard:] The Sweet… oh, you got that one! A lot people don’t get that one and think I’m referencing like, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, which is funny because he must have been referencing the Sweet. Mainly, it was cinema. So it was like, John Carpenter, or the sounds in Escape from New York, how he would kind of play his own music. That was kind of an influence for sure. And Bowie, with Danger Days, even the title itself was inspired by Diamond Dogs. And that was also a dystopian, kind of future-glam-punk record. Damned Damned Damned was a big influence on this record. Hmm, what else. MC5. Definitely Detroit-kinda rock. 
— Gerard Way in an interview with The Village Voice (2011)
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The psychologist Ed Fancher in 1957, two years after he and Norman Mailer and Dan Wolf founded the alternative paper The Village Voice.Credit...via Fancher Family.
In a city brimming with daily newspapers, The Voice found its niche as an alternative newsweekly in the bohemian culture of Greenwich Village, where another weekly, The Villager, had been publishing since the 1930s.
“We were crazy enough to think it would succeed,” Mr. Fancher said in an interview for this obituary in 2018. “It was absolutely nutty, but we were all World War II vets who had survived, and that had a lot to do with our optimism that — goddamn it! — we were going to make it.”
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megamyceted · 10 months
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KARL HEISENBERG resident evil village, 2021
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