Posts Tagged ‘The Clash’
Armagideon Time: The Rise & Fall Of The Clash
A lotta people won’t get no justice tonight
The battle is getting harder
In this iration, Armagideon time
A lotta people running and hiding tonight-ah!
A lotta people won’t get no justice tonight
Remember to kick it over
No one will guide you – Armagideon time
W. Williams/J. Mitoo
It all started with an idea and an eMail.
A long while back I started posting my Clash photos from the various shows I had attended over the years 1980-1982. My photos of the Clash @ The Palladium NYC 1980, the Clash @ Bonds NYC 1981, and the Clash @ Asbury Park Convention Hall 1982. When I was taking photographs I was more a fan with a camera. I wasn’t officially there as a journalist, but I have always been a documenter. A photograph by nature is a documentation of an event in time. Being a college student back then, if I had the money to spend on film and developing, or at least for the film, I would certainly take my camera to every show I went to. “In those day” (god did I just say that?) anyone could bring a camera into a venue and take photographs. Not so much now unless you’re press, or are sporting a camera phone or small digital number. But back then it was all allowed. No problem. So I have lots of “documentation” of bands I saw through the years. The Clash being one of them.
On March 7, 2009 3:45:30 PM PST I got a very interesting eMail from a gentleman named Daniel Garcia. It was a brief, yet rather interesting eMail, to say the least.
The Clash @ Bonds NYC 1981
“Police On My Back”
Well I’m running, police on my back
I’ve been hiding, police on my back
There was a shooting, police on my back
And the victim well he wont come back
I been running Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
Runnin Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
Saturday Sunday
What have I done?
What have I done?
Eddy Grant
These are the moments legends are made ….
The Reconstructionist
It’s been a while since I posted last. Many things have come & and gone … like a kidney stone. Ouch! But that’s not why I’m here today. Been reworking the Photos section of my blog.
As some of you might know, I have been using the vSlider theme in conjunction with Gallery for WordPress. I never did like the combination too much. So I decided to go back to using SlideShowPro & SlideShowDirector. I created a new Photo Gallery landing page in HTML & used that to link to my SlideShowPro galleries.
I am also in the process of scanning “mass quantities” of my slides & negatives. That is a major undertaking in and of itself! So with any luck … and lots of time … there will be a “bevy” of new images to behold.
As of today the only galleries working are Sculpture & Bands. So go have a gander … and with any luck the remainder will be back up tomorrow.
London Calling
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls …
(Strummer/Jones)
And so we did. On so many levels.
It was the summer of 1982. At least the beginning of it. I had graduated from CW Post Center of Long Island University. I had already seen all three Asbury Park Clash shows and my friend Charlie (also a Post toasty) and I were about to embark on a month long trip to England and France.
Charlie and I were both photographers. Me having hot new photos of the Clash plus my other photos from Bonds and The Palladium shows, and Charlie had his more social documentary black and white portfolio. Our first week there would be a mix of business and pleasure.
Before it all started there was a ton of preparation to get ready. I went out and bought 40 rolls of Kodachrome. This was going to be the biggest trip of my life, thus far, and it certainly needed to be documented in all its Kodachrome glory.
If documentation was in order I also needed at least three new thin red journals and red Flair pens to go along. On some level I have to thank Dorothy for getting me into journaling. I had started journaling shortly after we met. It’s especially wild to look back on any of those journals so many years later. It sure helps to fill in some of my memory gaps, but also sometimes stirs up feeling I had long since put behind me.
I have to admit, that as I post excerpts from my journals, they will be heavily edited. Never adding unless [indicated] and way more “removal” than anything else. More to protect the innocent, and at times, the not so innocent. As verbose and telling as they were, sometimes they were just the rantings of a 20-something year old man-boy-child groping his way through the world in the process of “coming out of the cupboard” / closet … literally.