Happy Lee Hazlewood Birthday Day

If while strolling town this weekend you happen to spot men, women, and children sporting moustaches of substance and charm, have no fear: Sunday, July 9, is Lee Hazlewood’s birthday, hence the carnival atmosphere sure to arise in cities globally. Hazlewood, who died a decade ago at 78, is an undervalued mountain of American song, his records striking the perfect balance between artfulness and informality. He remains best known for “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”, the immortal Nancy Sinatra hit he wrote and produced in 1966, as well as for the subsequent album, Nancy & Lee. The string of off-centered LPs Hazlewood issued throughout the ’70s are filled with treasures; we are partial to Cowboy in Sweden, recorded in conjunction with a Swedish television program that starred the musician.

In 2002, Hazlewood self-published The Pope’s Daughter, a surreal and funny memoir about his years with the Sinatras. Like much of Hazlewood’s work, the book deserves a wider audience. In fact, we were so impressed by his prose that we asked Hazlewood if he would be interested in contributing a humor piece to The Lowbrow Reader. For some reason, he agreed to do so. Hazlewood’s piece, “Interview in Berlin,” appeared on the back page of Lowbrow #3 and is also included in our book anthology, The Lowbrow Reader Reader. “We’re about to discover,” Hazlewood writes, “if scribes and reindeer really know how to fly.” Read Mr. Hazlewood’s piece in issue #3 (a very small handful remains for sale) or in The Lowbrow Reader Reader book! And remember to mark your Lee Hazlewood Day by spinning a hundred (or so) of Hazlewood’s songs.

Missed Missed Connections

F Train, man-for-woman
On the F Train headed uptown. You were a vision in a “Do I Look Like a Fucking People Person?” shirt; I was manspread across seats meant for three. “Stop clipping your nails,” you snapped at me. “I’m trying to eat.” But the gleam in your eye hinted at something deeper, and when the man said, “It’s showtime!” it seemed like our first date had commenced. You exited at West 23rd Street. Now, all I have to remember you by is the mostly empty spaghetti carton you left on the seat.

Bialystoker Synagogue, man-for-man
You: a black-clad Hasidic gentleman, somewhere between the age of 23 and 67, with the most ravishing black beard the Lower East Side has ever known. Me: the cute blonde boy, 29ish, walking by the Bialystoker Synagogue last Friday evening. You caught my eye and cut to the chase, asking me if I were Jewish. I answered in the negative and was invited inside to turn on the temple’s lights. I’m sorry to inform you that you violated Sabbath, because there was some serious electricity going off between us. Think I make a good Shabbos goy? Get to know me as a Shabbos boy-toy.

Union Square, woman-for-man
Last Monday—or maybe Thursday?—afternoon, on 14th Street in Union Square. I was on the sidewalk approaching Broadway from the west, trapped in a horde of pedestrians 20 people thick. You, with your brownish hair and glasses (?), were in the backseat of a taxi headed downtown. I could be wrong, but it seemed like you were frustrated in your efforts to turn off the little screen in the back of the cab. You should just see me in a taxi, because that’s totally me, too! “There goes the love of my life,” I thought. “Knowing my luck, driving straight to his death.”

Patsy’s Pizzeria, man-for-woman
You were dining Wednesday night at an adjoining table. We only had a brief moment to speak: As you may recall, my wife and daughter had gone to the bathroom, leaving me with just a few minutes to lecture you about how radiant you looked. Further hindering our flirtation was the presence of your husband—who, if you remember, reacted to my praise with a somewhat shocking level of hostility—plus your own kids, who began to cry (rather histrionically, if I may say so) as the confrontation escalated. Through it all, I felt our bond grow deeper; I know you feel the same way. Apologies for loudly declaiming that you and your family were deranged mental lunatics, recently escaped from the asylum and pestering me, once my wife and daughter returned from the restroom. I owe you our first bouquet of apology flowers.

 

Vinyl Tigers: Being There or Nothing

The supremely talented Doreen Kirchner is a longtime Lowbrow Reader illustrator—her most recent contribution being a ravishing Goebbels-as-teenie-bopper, which accompanied Amy Heckerling’s piece in our new issue. But do Kirchner’s artistic gifts end there? Why no, they certainly do not! For years, Kirchner has been singing in rock & roll acts, including Great Britain’s mighty Go! Team (for which she voiced a pair of songs on the 2015 album The Scene Between). Kirchner’s main vehicle of the moment is Vinyl Tigers, where she is joined by TV Wayne and Jeff Preischel. Being There or Nothing, the gently raucous New Jersey trio’s second album, is the band’s highest achievement to date, with varied textures, styles, and assorted guests. Ever the visual artist, Kirchner compares the record to going from a pencil sketch to oils. Hear for yourself—check out Being There or Nothing on Vinyl Tigers’s Bandcamp site today! Need even more convincing? Dig the video, below, for “Heart for None.”

 

I Shouldn’t Have to Do This

1. Perform slapstick to get a laugh.

2. Write a love letter to her.

3. Play the titular role in, “Guy Falls Down a Lot and It’s Not a Stunt Double, It Will Hurt, This is the Legally Binding Title of the Movie and the Guy Will Fall Down, A Lot, and it Does Really, Really Hurt, and it’s Not a Stunt Double, and This is the Legally Binding Title of The Movie, The Guy Falls Down and It’s Not a Stunt Double, This is The Legally Binding Title of the Movie, The Guy Falls Down and It’s Not a Stunt Double, You Won’t Believe the Number of Times This Guy Falls Down, The Guy Falls Down Plenty, There’s a Lot of Scenes Where the Guy Falls Down, The Guy Falls Down, Watch the Guy Who’s Not a Stunt Double Fall Down, Falling Down Still Hurts, and It’s Not Part of Some Doubling-Over Scheme—What?—The Guy Falls Down and it’s Not a Stunt Double, The Guy Falls Down a Thousand Times and It’s Not a Stunt Double, You Do Not Want to Be This Guy When He Falls Down, Guys You Gotta See This, This is Not a Joke, The Guy Falls Down a Lot and It’s Not a Stunt Double, The Guy Just Can’t Stand Up Straight, Come See a Guy Fall Down and It’s Not a Stunt Double, Guy Falls Down and It’s Not a Stunt Double, A Lot, Guy Falls Down and It’s Not a Stunt Double, Guy Falls Down a Ton, Come Watch a Guy Fall Down a Ton, Guy Falls Down a Cringe-Worthy Number of Times, Guy Falls Down and You Know It’s Gotta Hurt, Guy Did This without a Stunt Double, Guy Falls Down and It’s Not a Stunt Double, The Main Guy of the Movie Falls Down, One Thousand Times Is Plenty, You Will Not Believe the Number of Times This Guy Falls Down, Spoiler Alert: The Guy Falls Down One Thousand Times, Guy Falls Down and It’s Not a Stunt Double, ‘Shoot, I Keep Falling Down,’ the Guy Says, Because He Keeps Falling Down, The Guy Falls Down and It’s Not a Stunt Double, This Is the Legally Binding Title of the Movie, Guy Falls Down and It’s Not a Stunt Double, Guy Falls Down a Record Number of Times, I’ll Be a Crazy Person If This Guy’s Not Really Falling Down, Guy Falls Down Too Much, Guy Falls Down an Uncanny Number of Times, Guy Falls Down Differently, Guy Falls Down Differently and Differently Each Time, Guy Falls Down and it’s Not a Stunt Double, Guy Falls Down Utterly and Completely, Every Fall is a Painful Fall, Different Kind of Pain, Get Tired of a Guy Falling Down, Guy Falls Down and it’s Not a Stunt Double, It’s a Hard Fall, Guy Falls Down, Falling Down Will Happen, Different Kinds of Falls By The Same Guy, No Stunt Double, ‘Ow! I Keep Falling Down,’ the Guy Says, Guy Can’t Stand Up Straight, Guy Just Can’t Stand Up Without Falling, Guy Stands Up—and Then Just Falls Down Again, Guy Falls Down, This is the Legally Binding Title of the Movie, All the Guy Wants to Do Is to Stand Up Straight without Falling, Guy Just Can’t Catch a Break, OK It’s a Stunt Double. We Use State-of-the-Art Stunt Craft and Special Effects. The Stunt Double Will Be in the Audience after the Title to Answer Questions about the Movie.”

Experimental Fashion

It is March, 2017! So naturally, the entire world is asking, “What is the book of the year? And of the decade?” Look no further for your answer! It is obviously Francesca Granata’s Experimental Fashion: Performance Art, Carnival and the Grotesque Body, freshly published by I.B. Tauris and available in stores and mom-and-pop websites everywhere.

Are we biased? Perhaps! Granata, a Fashion Studies professor at Parsons and editor of the great periodical Fashion Projects, contributed to the very first Lowbrow Reader, back in 2001, and filed a lovely missive from an Italian silent film festival that appeared in issue #3 and the Lowbrow book. Also, she is married to the Lowbrow Reader’s editor. But no matter—who are you to cite any alleged “conflict of interest” in our reporting? With a professorial grace, Experimental Fashion follows designers and performance artists working in the vanguard from the 1980s through the 2000s. The book explores such figures as the mighty performance artist Leigh Bowery, designers Rei Kawakubo and Martin Margiela, plus Lady Gaga, who—cough, cough—“borrowed” concepts and looks from her predecessors, introducing them to a mass audience of teeny boppers and Tony Bennett fanatics.

Buy the book today, in hard or soft cover! And for those in New York, check out Professor Granata’s event on Thursday, March 16th at 6:30pm at the New School’s Wollman Hall. The author will be in conversation with one of her book’s subjects, German fashion designer Bernhard Willhelm, as well as Parsons postdoctoral fellow Charlene K. Lau.

Announcing…Lowbrow Reader #10!

We are thrilled to announce the arrival of our new issue, Lowbrow Reader #10. And what an issue! Featured inside are illustrations by David Berman, Drew Friedman, Gilbert Gottfried, and Jeffrey Lewis. Lowbrow hero Amy Heckerling spills the beans on Joseph Goebbels’s secret diary. (Her article is pretty timely—sad!) The Velvet Underground’s connection to the diabolic Steve Urkel is explored. Mel Brooks is discussed. What’s not to love? Order the issue today via our handy ordering page.

Lowbrow #10 will set you back $4, shipping included. Still in doubt? Check out the Table of Contents:

Coming Attractions

How to Spot Fake News

With the proliferation of intentionally phony news items on social media, it is increasingly difficult to know what information to trust. Here are some red flags tipping you off to fake news:

–Long-ago quotes attributed to a candidate in which he claims to be engaged in politics because his future constituents are “the dumbest group of dumb dummies ever to walk the earth” tend to be false, however true in nature they may seem. This is especially so when the quote in question is punctuated by “evil cackling.”

–Rumors have spread claiming that certain athletic apparel companies have courted the endorsement of neo-Nazi organizations. Have you seen photographs of members of the alt-right fringe? Suffice to say, this is not a group that has spent significant time engaged in physical exercise. There is a reason they historically have favored loose-fitting robes.

–Anything involving “Hillary Clinton” is patently false. As we now know, there is no such thing as a “Hillary Clinton.” Rather, the character was invented decades ago by dark right-wing forces, who for years cultivated their boogie woman in order to one day deliver the presidency to an ill-tempered game-show host, all so he can lower corporate taxes.

–It goes without saying that it is physically impossible for the Chicago Cubs to have won the World Series. Distrust any and all information claiming otherwise.

 

 

Good Going, People!

Selected E-mails from Tim Kaine to Campaign HQ

 

Illustration by Mike Reddy

 “I just read a great biography of [The Replacements] called Trouble Boys, by Bob Mehr. One of my sons and I are trading it around since [he's] a huge Replacements fan—he actually lives in Minneapolis. It’s a cool book, but it’s also a sad book, because they all had their own demons from how they came up.”—Tim Kaine, Rolling Stone

“I’ve been on a string of music books, so I read Elvis Costello’s autobiography. I read this book by Bob Mehr—who worked for the Memphis Appeal—called Trouble Boys, about the Replacements, a band that I really love.”
Tim Kaine, The New Yorker

August 16, 2016
Just checking in. I’m assuming HRC didn’t get to the playlist I sent over, as she made no mention of it when we spoke after the rally. I know she’s busy this week, but if she has some time to listen, it would be really cool. I think it’s important for people to understand where the ’Mats were coming from—they didn’t just burst out of the gate with Let It Be. I know the first half of the playlist sounds fairly rough, especially the live bootlegs, where the band seems to be tied together with gossamer. But it pays off to listen all the way through.

One important thing: Note that I included three non-Replacements songs, which I think will help put the band in context. These are by Big Star, the New York Dolls, and (of course) Hüsker Dü.

The campaign is going well.

August 28, 2016
Thanks for sending the briefing books. As you mentioned, it’s a ton of material—door stoppers for every room in the house—but debate prep is obviously important. Just so we’re on the same page, I probably won’t be able to dive into them for a week or so. I’m currently re-reading the Mehr book, which, naturally, sent me down a rabbit hole reading through a lot of his old stuff in the Appeal. Also—sorry to brag—a friend who works in publishing is getting me an advance copy of the Springsteen memoir. It’s about 500 pages, so it goes without saying that you won’t be hearing from me for a few days! (more…)