The other day I found this gem of a photo zine online called TERMINALLY STUPID #6 – DIVING WITH YOUR BOOTS ON 1985. It’s a collection of photos from at least 50 bands. This zine sheds light on what was happening in Vancouver and Toronto at the time, but it also features many bands from the States. On a personal level, looking at these photos takes me back in time to when hardcore kids roamed and we got jumped just for being ourselves…CVLT Nation salutes Dan Walters for sharing this with the world! Here are some of the bands you will see: Black Flag, Battalion of Saints, Youth Brigade, Stretch Marks, Melvins, Toxic Reasons, Verbal Abuse, Big Boys, S.N.F.U and many more…Download TERMINALLY STUPID #6 DIVING WITH YOUR BOOTS ON 1985 and get your stage dive ON!
“Terminally Stupid #6 photozine- DIVING WITH YOUR BOOTS ON- 1985: The Year in Punk & Hardcore… 28 years in the making (well, maybe 1 year in the making and 27 years sitting in a box…), here’s the year of punk and hardcore gigs in Vancouver through the camera lens of a 17 year old suburban kid and his friend with a darkroom (and a better camera), plus a few from out of town. Includes visual scene reports from Vancouver and Toronto circa 1985…Enjoy…”
Fresh off their most recent tour out west, I had a second to catch up with Bo Orr, the brain child behind the artwork of his band DEAD IN THE DIRT. You may also recognize his artwork from bands like HARMS WAY, HEARTLESS, FULL OF HELL, and SUNN O))). Bo’s art is extremely thought-provoking, and can make you feel uncomfortable at times. I wanted to pick his brain about some of his influences and how he approaches each individual work of art. Enjoy.
Q: Bo, what’s up dude!
Hello and thank you for this opportunity.
Q: I must say you have a very eccentric and refreshing take on punk/metal art. What were your biggest influences when getting into art and graphic design?
I was influenced by comic book art. I spent a lot of time drawing The Flash and Sonic the Hedgehog. Then I discovered music on a personal level. I used to think the high contrast images and Albrecht Durer prints on hardcore punk and metal records were hand drawn, so I spent a lot of time wondering how my lines never looked like that.
Being a Friday, I felt the need to put together a post that would make me laugh hysterically as I was doing it. So of course I had to go for Bad Tattoos Part III. While I genuinely feel sad for some of the people who are permanently marked with this fuckery, I also can’t help but piss myself looking at these trainwrecks. Especially when the idea itself was bad in the first place, then it seems almost like, well what the fuck did you expect a butterfly penis to look like? Only a scratcher would do that to you in the first place. Today I pulled photos from my new favorite bad tattoo site, LOL Tattoos on Facebook. So prepare for an eye-bleeding, gut-busting photo essay below!
As the President gets us all psyched up to commit more atrocities abroad, let’s reflect on the reality behind the lies. It’s regime vs. regime, and us citizens just get in the way. Our noble military will travel overseas to kill, maim and torture men, women and children at the behest of the world elite. And we will see photos of it, and do nothing. Again.
By: Andy Grundberg, American Scholar, January 1, 2005
In spring of 2004, the International Center of Photography in New York presented an exhibition called “War in Iraq: The Coordinates of Conflict”, featuring the work of James Nachtwey, Christopher Morris, Ron Haviv, and other veteran photojournalists. Apparently timed to mark the first anniversary of the Iraq conflict (the American invasion began March 19, 2003; President Bush triumphantly announced its end a month and a half later, on May 1), the show included most of the usual tropes of combat photography, from portraits of weary but determined foot soldiers to bloody corpses of the enemy. What was different about the pictures compared with traditional war photographs was that all had been shot with digital cameras.
The curators, Peter Howe and Edward Earle, spoke to this difference in the exhibition brochure:
This is an unprecedented moment in the history of photojournalism, and in our understanding of its role in the media. The war in Iraq demonstrates a dramatic change in the way news is gathered: the development of laptop computers, digital cameras, satellite phones, and micro recording devices has enabled the photographer to give viewers immediate, live access to the battlefield.
At the same time the exhibition was on view, however, a much more dramatic and profound change in the history of photojournalism was making itself felt in the corridors of power in Washington and soon thereafter in the press and across the nation. During the first two weeks of May, millions of Americans were exposed to pictures of the torture and abuse of Iraqi prisoners at Abu Ghraib prison, twenty miles west of Baghdad. The photographs, in color and from digital cameras (albeit with lower resolution than the professionals’ models), were taken by American soldiers complicit in the sexual humiliation, psychological terror, and physical injury of their charges, all of whom were prisoners of war or, in the less precise official description, detainees.
In Spetember 2009, photographer Frédéric Thiphagne of Les Mains Noires went to a mysterious and terrifying place – an abandone record factory, just two weeks before demolition. The scenes he captured are powerful and strike a chord with any music lover. To see piles of vinyl spewing out of their boxes and covers, like a landfill dedicated exclusively to records, is just too depressing for words. 7 inches and LPs creating a mountainous terrain of unlistened-to music. Hills of vinyl waiting to be crushed. And to top it all off, Thiphagne can’t give us any information about this place other than his photos. It’s gone now, decimated in preparation for it’s new habitants. Read what Thiphagne says about his pictures below…
Photographer: Milton Stille
Based in: Vancouver, BC
This is Converge, circa October, 2002, in Milan, Italy. I spent six hours on a train both ways to get to this show and back. I was completely unversed in anything photography at this point, I just brought the first digital camera I’d ever owned with me to the show. If you look to the left, you can see Kurt is playing his guitar in a chair. This is – from my understanding – because he had broken his wrist when the band got in a rather unfortunate van accident the previous day. A roadie helped him with some of the more technical parts of “The Saddest Day”, but none of this stopped the band from putting on one of the best and most intense shows I’ve ever been in attendance for. I don’t hesitate to make this statement more than ten years later.
CVLT Nation is excited to announce an upcoming art show, Midnite Communion, taking place on Saturday, November 23rd in Los Angeles. This awesome show, put together by Ear/Splitters and sponsored by CVLT Nation, features the artwork of Bryan Proteau, Davide Mancini, Jas Helena and Stevie Floyd, and showcases collaborative pieces as well as support pieces from each artist. Midnite Communion not only brings together some of our favorite artists from the music community, but it will also bring some special (yet to be announced) music guests into the mix! Stay tuned for all the info soon and more rad features…today we’re bringing you interviews with the show’s creator, Jas Helena, as well as Natvres Mortes Illvstration’s Bryan Proteau, with whom she collaborated on the beautiful baroque skull portraits below…
Questions: Ryan Avery of Ear/Splitters
Jas Helena, Illustrator
Long Beach, CA
Bryan Proteau, Illustrator & Tattoo Apprentice
San Francisco, CA
What was your main inspiration while working on this piece? Also, what do you typically look for to inspire you on a day-to-day basis?
Jas: I was mainly inspired by baroque-style portraits. On a day-to-day basis, I don’t really seek any sort of inspiration out.. it just strikes me and I run with it.
My main inspiration for developing this duo came from my love of over the top baroque artwork that hurts your eyes. More specifically, the type of portraits you would see from someone like Goya. Then throw some kind of personal twist to it and voila! I figured It would be a lot more fun to take this project on as a collaboration just to see what we could both come up with and I am so happy that I did because I feel our pieces really complement one another.
Bryan: My inspiration came largely from my collaborator. She approached me, this is her baby. She had a pretty clear vision of a diptych showcasing our individual styles on similar subject matter. I don’t really look for inspiration, it just comes through naturally, and it comes from everywhere.
All Photos & Text by Darryl Reid
The first time I ever saw Ottawa’s own spazz punk freaks Pregnancy Scares I had a mic stand thrown into my chest. It might have been the Mic stand or the fury of their live set but these guys left my head spinning. Pregnancy Scares play manic spazz out punk dripping with blown out feedback and gain set so high it’d make Nigel Tufnel jealous.
Consisting of members of the Steve Adamyk Band, Crusades, Male Nurse and other local bands; Pregnancy Scares have developed a strong following due largely to their bonkers live shows.
Check out their Tape and 7″ on Deranged records.
GG Allin has always been an easy target. For most, he was just the nutball who ate his own shit. The world at large knew him only as a complete scumbag, a dirty secret, from the underbelly of society, here to steal your teenage daughter and burn your house down. Some of that is true, actually most it is true, but its only part of the GG Allin appeal. Whether complete rock n’ roll rebel, or master pitchman, the real appeal of Allin was what he represented. Prior to his untimely death, GG Allin was the closet thing we had to the living embodiment of uncontrolled rock excess.
In the civilized world, no matter how rebellious our rock stars seem, GG Allin was the next evolutionary step. He didn’t care, at least not about the common idea of musical debauchery. In music, art, or spoken word, Allin seemed to care mostly about taking the train off the rails. Everything needed to be a speeding Mack truck, with no brakes, rocketing towards a busload of orphans. However, as much as Allin exposed himself (see what I did there) we never got to step inside his brain and walk around for a while.
Cue My Prison Blues, a gorgeous new hardcover from Aggronautix. Within these pages, is something that brings us closer to the GG Allin thought process, than anything since the documentary Hated. Prison does strange things to a man, and Aggronautix has complied what it does to Allin. Through journal entries, drawings, letters to his brother Merle and a correspondence with John Wayne Gacy, My Prison Blues strips a lot of the legend away from Allin, and leaves us with just the man and his thoughts.
Since a mass shooting happened a block away from my house this year, I feel justified in throwing my two cents into the gun control debate. A lot of people say that if teachers were armed, if drivers were armed, if all adults were armed (the “sane” ones), less people would be victims of gun violence each year (?) – but what is often failed to mention in the debate is that these people would all be obvious to a potential gunman on a rampage. We need to arm the people he would never expect – the kids. That’s right, if more elementary school age children were armed, we wouldn’t have the kind of gun violence we have seen in recent years. Just imagine – you are a crazy person, all paranoid about adults in society and government spying on you and trying to harm you – but you never suspect that kids are in on it, so on your way to high school, college or your ex-wife’s business, you pass an elementary school. Some smart kid notices you acting funny, and decides to take the law into her own hands, and rips off a few hundred shots from her AR-15 (just the basic, kid-friendly consumer model, no law-breaking add-ons). That’s the end of that, just saved lives. I know that I would feel a lot safer if I knew the kids playing with my 2-year-old at the park were armed. Back in the day, people knew what was up – guns don’t hurt kids, they save kids, and they are fucking fun. Have a look through some of the vintage gun and toy gun ads below, and tell me that you don’t feel safer already.