“How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.”
― Shel Silverstein
Tried a roll in the Rolleicord Vb after getting it back from service. Nine exposures into the first roll it failed. Ughhhh. Back it goes. If I did not love the light weight and character of the Schneider 3.5 Xenar (reminds me of the 3.5 Solinar on the Isolette, only a tad sharper), I would be tempted to make a not so graceful toss in Lake Superior.
I have a load of firewood coming in the morning, but will travel to Lake Superior with the Hasselblad if it does not snow. High of Zero tomorrow. Funny how everything becomes relative. When you walk about in -15F for a day, zero seems quite pleasant. Explains why those folks on the Alaska shows I like to watch never seem cold. Always get a chuckle later in the Winter here in the Western Upper Peninsula, when the temps climb into the 30’s and the teens show up on the streets and Walmart in shorts, as though they were ready to skateboard.
A great interview with Mr. Pop, just after the release of his last (and perhaps last) album. I was lucky enough to grow up as a teen during the Motor City’s Rock and Roll Kingdom at the Grande Ballroom, Eastown Theatre, and Palladium. Every major act from Europe, in addition to all our own home-grown rock and rollers (most of whom made it), were regular weekend performers in these magical venues, but none had the raw impact of attending a Stooges concert. My first was at the Birmingham Palladium when I was 16 and in all honesty, Iggy scared me, while the music was fucking incredible. Sorry that both Ashton brothers (Scott on Drums and Ron on Guitar) have both passed from heart failure. Dave Alexander (bass) died many years ago while the Stooges were still active in Detroit, from liver failure due to Alcoholism). In fact, I distinctly remember attending Michigan’s version of Woodstock, the Goose Lake Rock Festival out in the country near Jackson Michigan.
Dave Alexander was so drunk that he could not play the Stooges set with his band members and the show was carried by Iggy and the Ashton brothers. Those of us in the audience were also so fucked up that nobody noticed or cared. The Stooges cared and Dave Alexander was fired. He died within a year. James Williamson, later joined the group as a very skilled lead guitarist, with Ron Ashton switching to bass. When the Stooges were finally inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2010, only Williamson and Mr. Pop were there to accept. A long overdue award that the MC5 are still awaiting (two surviving). How lucky I was…..