................................................................................................................................Iggy Pop doing some grafitti on the walls of his own house in Malibu, 1977. Photo Jenny Lens.
This spontaneous music video was filmed on April 2, 2009 near the Revival bar in NYC. 22 couchsurfers were offered to film this iDance without any preparation or rehearsal. Alice with several teens were walking by and decided to join into the dance. Overall, 28 people participated in this CityDance!
Time to stroll down to the star-crossed banks of the old "Moody River" with Pat Boone. Released on May 22, 1961, it appealed to the teen tragedy musical audience, a genre that was popular during the early 1960s. In only a month's time it reached #1 on Billboard on June 24, 1961 and #2 on Cash Box on July 1, 1961.
"Don't Bring Me Down" was the last major hit the band would record as The Animals. A few months later, most of the members would leave and be replaced and the group would be reformed by Eric Burdon as Eric Burdon & The New Animals, although it was better known as simply Eric Burdon & The Animals. Heavy on the R&B sound and jazz piano, the use of fuzz electric guitar made this song an early psychedelic number as well. Hard to believe, but this great rock tune was actually written by Carole King and Gerry Goffin. Despite this being the last major offering by The Animals, I tend to think of it as an Eric Burdon & The Animals song or at least as a preview of what was to come in the second round. I tried to maintain a clubs district nighttime atmosphere throughout the video, although the boyfriend-girlfriend dramatizations so key in the lyrics needed some good padding as well. With images of Eric Burdon and Eric and his bands prominently displayed at strategic locations.
“From 1972 to 1975, I spent my summers photographing and interviewing women who performed striptease for small town carnivals in New England, Pennsylvania, and South Carolina. As I followed the girl shows from town to town, I photographed the dancers’ public performances as well as their private lives. I also taped interviews with the dancers, their boyfriends, the show managers, and paying customers.
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The women I met ranged in age from seventeen to thirty-five. Most had left small towns, seeking mobility, money and something different from what was prescribed or proscribed by their lives that the carnival allowed them to leave. They were runaways, girlfriends of carnies, club dancers, both transient and professional.
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They worked out of a traveling box, a truck that unfolded to form two stages, one opening to the public carnival grounds, another concealed under a tent for a private audience. A dressing room stands between them. Again and again, throughout the day and night, the woman performers moved from the front stage, with its bally call—the talker’s spiel that entices the crowd—to the stage, where they each perform for the duration of a 45 pop record”.