Thursday, May 26, 2011

Getting my Fill of more factoids

While Facebook's recent changes to the Groups format may have been annoying for page administrators, they've helped revive some groups which had been rather dormant for a while, including two of my favorites, Steve Paul's The Scene and the Fillmore East Archives.  If you're on FB and have the slightest interest in '60s NYC rock and roll, you should be on both of them.  Here are a few things I was hipped to on the Fillmore East page within the last couple of days:

An insightful 2007 interview from gothamist.com with Joshua White.

Not Fillmore-related, but I learned that the Brooklyn club Action City was located at Flatbush Avenue and Avenue U. 

And well, I must admit I actually got this link from the comments of a Dangerous Minds piece on Billy Preston, but it does tie in with the Fillmore to some extent so I'll include it here--memories of the WOR-FM anniversary show at the Village Theater by a fella named Frank Patrick. 



EDIT 5/27/2011:  Also not Fillmore-related, but relevant to this blog regardless...a few hours after I made this post, I came across these images:

Whoa!

Neil Young with the Buffalo Springfield at Ondine, by Thomas Monaster.  I think it came from a Neil Young tumblr but I can't find the link now.

Another EDIT 5/27/2011:  This just in via Stupefaction from the Voice blog--the building that houses the Pyramid might be up for landmark status, along with a whole section of East Village blocks.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

1975 Ads: Other Venues and Miscellany, Part 1

1/6/75 issue:





Interesting review of his act (and Charles Pierce's, and general ruminations of the art of female impersonation) in the 2/24/75 issue.


1/13/75 issue:



All the Mother's ads I've found so far seem to be pre-Peter Crowley, but I'll keep collecting them anyway.

From a report on the St. Mark's Poetry Project New Year's Day marathon reading.



1/20/75 issue:


Another venture from the architect of the Action House.






1/27/75 issue:






Schmaltz by the bowlful...




What, no Carol Miller?


2/3/75 issue:




UPDATE 7/5/2011:  Mike Fornatale, my longtime Bomp buddy and go-to guy for historical NYC rock and roll matters, is 99 44/100% sure the N.F.E. folded before any of these could happen.  "They tried to call it the 'New Fillmore East' but Graham sued them immediately, before they even opened. They already had the NFE logo up above the marquee, and so they held a radio contest for people to pick a new name that 'NFE' might stand for. The 'winner' was 'No Free Entertainment.' Ugh."


I was just gonna grab the Ian's ad at first--then I noticed that bizarre futuristic gadget to the left.






2/10/75 issue:

And much, much more.



What happened to my piece of the cake? Gimme a break!







I apologize for posting a full article that has nothing to do with the local rock scene, but it couldn't be helped.  This is my high school in all but name--St. Francis Prep took over the building in the fall of 1974.  Things hadn't changed all that much by the time of my stint there in the '80s!  Printed beside it was an article about Hunter High School.  One of my sixth grade teachers really wanted me to take their entrance exam, but I was only 12 at the time and my folks were rather leery at the prospect of me riding the subway to the edge of East Harlem every day.  No worries--Hunter itself got me eventually--but sometimes I wonder how things might have turned out if I'd been a more brave soul, gotten in, and gone there.


"Scenes" excerpt.




2/17/75 issue:




And I thought Lady Gaga was only riffing (or ripping) off Madonna.





From an article entitled "The Midget as Metaphor."





2/24/75 issue:




This "c'mere kid, I'll make ya a star" school was featured in a lovely article called "Memories of a Showbiz Kid" in the 2/10/75 issue.



"Scenes" excerpt.





3/31/75 issue--unfortunately, this is the only March issue available at the moment:










What you doin' on your butt?



Poorly copy-edited "Riffs" excerpt.

If I only had more time and gumption, I'd go NUTS with the film ads, but I must restrain myself somewhere.