Death – For The Whole World To See
I just found out about these guys. Above is their entire album, a 26 minute demo tape locked away in an attic since 1974. Made by three black brothers (note: actual brothers), they called themselves Death, and were true pioneers of punk rock.
This music is my jam, it’s what I grew up listening to. And I love the story. They couldn’t get signed back in the day, as the record labels expected black musicians to be playing Motown and they hated their name.
Hearing this music is an incredibly raw feeling. These sounds, along with other punk bands at the time, were deriving an entirely new genre, nothing the world’s ever heard before. It’s inspiring to hear where it all started.
There’s a Drafthouse Films documentary about the whole story, A Band Called Death, if you’re interested. \m/
So May was quite a sobering month, literally. I kinda mis-counted the amount of rooftop parties and events I wouldn’t be drinking at. But while that isn’t really all that bad, the month ended on a downer: my grandfather died.
I’ll be writing a quick post about my grandfather soon, so I’ll spare those details here, but his passing has spurred this month’s resolution.
Last week I checked out the Pencil to Pixel exhibit by Monotype. It was located in a penthouse suite in Tribeca, and more than once I found myself gawking at the view.
The exhibit arranged a sequential history of modern typography dating back to the early 20th century. My group’s tour was guided by the knowledgeable Simon Esterson, an art director for Eye Magazine.
It’s currently 1am, I have to be up by 8am to go to Long Island (family), and I’m writing instead of sleeping. I’m not entirely sure why, but I felt the need to brain dump.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been feeling overwhelmed, juggling my life between work, a new project, a basketball league, some semblance of a social life, two D&D campaigns, a girlfriend, finding a replacement roommate, wanting to keep up my musical hobbies, planning for Germany, planning for Mexico, planning to be considered ‘late-twenties’, juggling more photography and more blog posts, having posts half-written, having ideas in lists upon lists, with no action, or more specifically no time for action, trying to keep up with family, and with friends I don’t see enough, and, of course, keep up with myself and my own time to think.
Or maybe it’s because it’s fucking hot in here.