Sunday, February 28, 2021

Wallace Berman, Untitled #112, Verifax Collage

 


Wallace Berman, "Untitled #112" Ezra Pound, Verifax Collage, 6 x 6 1/2 inches, Framed 12 x 12 1/2 Inches.

Kohn Gallery is currently closed to the public. We are receiving deliveries and are available for appointment viewings. Please contact the gallery at 323 461 3311 or email Karys Judd at karys@kohngallery.com. Wearing of face coverings and signing of a waiver will be required for entry.
Gallery Hours
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1227 North Highland Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90038
T 323 461 3311

Parking in rear off of North Citrus Ave


Saturday, February 27, 2021

Wallace Berman, "Untitled #79" Verifax Collage, 6 x 6 1/2 inches, Framed 12 x 12 1/2 Inches

 

Wallace Berman, "Untitled #79" Verifax Collage, 6 x 6 1/2 inches, Framed 12 x 12 1/2 Inches. Kohn Gallery is currently closed to the public. We are receiving deliveries and are available for appointment viewings. Please contact the gallery at 323 461 3311 or email Karys Judd at karys@kohngallery.com. Wearing of face coverings and signing of a waiver will be required for entry.
Gallery Hours
By appointment only
Gallery Information

1227 North Highland Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90038
T 323 461 3311

Parking in rear off of North Citrus Ave


Friday, February 26, 2021

"American Blood: Selected Writings 1961-2020 by Danny Lyon (Karma, 2021)

 

ISBN: 978-1-949172-45-4

Before reading Danny Lyon's "American Blood," I knew very little of this iconic photographer. I knew of his book "The Bikeriders" and that he is work-wise associated with Robert Frank's photographs and may be similar to Larry Clark, with respect to his "Tulsa." Like the other two, he is a photographer who captured a form of life in front of his camera lens. I also knew that he was very much an activist and involved in the Civil Rights Movement. Beyond that, he was a ghost to me. Every once in a while, a book would appear, but I sensed that he was a photographer/journalist who didn't compromise when it comes to his work. So in that sense, he reminded me of Frank and Clark. What I really didn't know is that Danny Lyon is a writer of great worth.  

Reading "American Blood" is like peeling an onion. The more I read these essays, interviews, and various writings, the more I get a sense of his character. When I read the first few essays, he struck me as someone who is not humorous and took things in life very seriously. One of the photographs in the book is the first photo he has ever taken. It's an image from Dachau, Hitler's first concentration camp, and it of a tree where the Nazis had taken Jews to be shot. A lot of the book deals with his time and thoughts on American prisons. Here was an artist who spent a great deal of time recording and acknowledging the horrors on this planet. 

At first, it was a bit too much for me. Still, I couldn't put the book down due to Lyon's character as well as his writing which I found beautiful because he avoids the easy answer or knuckle-head response to issues that were and still are important in American society. As one reads on, his world expands, and as a reader, you're going on the ride with him. His observant writing and stance make him unique because he articulates so well. He nails the prison system for what it is, an exploration factory and a landscape that is a world within a world. Lyon accepts people as if they are, not as he thinks they should be. His moral hatred for those in power and exploitation is apparent on these pages. As a photographer, it's interesting to acknowledge the difference between the digital and analog world. He doesn't like digital, but as the book goes on, he accepts certain aspects of that environment. For social justice, he acknowledges using a phone camera where one can capture a moment of distress or injustice, not just by one photographer. Lyon is the generation of the fellow who carries a heavy camera with him and deals with obtaining film, developing, having a darkroom, and the pros and cons of it. This is not a manual on how to take images. But more of a point-of-a-view of a creative soul who cares deeply about the world around him. Lyon cares about photography as an art and as a manner to explore one's world and record the injustices that take place around the planet. In such a way, Danny Lyon is very much a romantic adventurer. 

Wallace Berman, "Untitled #58" (Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones) Verifax Collage

 

Wallace Berman "Untitled #58" (Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones), Verifax Collage, 6 x 6 1/2 inches, Framed 12 x 12 1/2 inches.

Kohn Gallery is currently closed to the public. We are receiving deliveries and are available for appointment viewings. Please contact the gallery at 323 461 3311 or email Karys Judd at karys@kohngallery.com. Wearing of face coverings and signing of a waiver will be required for entry.
Gallery Hours
By appointment only
Gallery Information

1227 North Highland Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90038
T 323 461 3311

Parking in rear off of North Citrus Ave

Thursday, February 25, 2021

David Bowie - "Look At The Moon! (Live Phoenix Festival 97)" Parlophone, 2021

 


David Bowie - "Look At The Moon! (Live Phoenix Festival 97)" Parlophone, 2021

What surprises me about the discography of David Bowie is the albums released after his death. Sometimes when an artist dies and record companies release material, it's often the Earth's dregs. Bowie, on the other hand, had some exciting and superb album releases. My favorite of the bunch is his live album from 1997, "Look At The Moon!" There are many fine or even excellent live albums from Bowie, but "Look At The Moon!" is superb. At this time, Bowie got his groove or poison out, and he was coming with influential albums at the time. Especially 1995's "Outside," and the next album, "Earthlings." Bowie made the conscious choice not to rely on his older material but focus on his new interest in electronically orientated dance music that still rocked. 

Bowie had consistently surrounded himself with great musicians. Lots of distinctive players throughout the years give the Bowie sound that special kick. It strikes me that he was a great collaborator and knew how to be a proper band leader by having his musicians offer their unique talents to the mix.  When I listen to "Look At The Moon!" I get the impression I'm listening to a band and not an artist with a backup band. In all the other albums, I feel the presence of Bowie and whoever is playing behind him. But here, I'm hearing a band's effort, and this is what makes this live album exceptional. Four musicians are playing with Bowie, and each one has the space to fill out their instruments. The guitarist Reeves Gabriels plays like the combination of Eddie Van Halen and Robert Fripp. His guitar is in your face, but he also adds textures to the soup that are important to the overall sound. Bassist and singer Gail Ann Dorsey play aggressively as well as having a voice of a fallen angel. Tender, soulful, and a perfect compliment to Bowie's vocals. Their version of Laurie Anderson's "O Superman" is pretty spectacular. The harmonizing of Bowie and Dorsey's vocals are matched perfectly. The drums of Zachary Alford, throughout the album, you can feel it in your gut. You can say that about the bass as well. This has to be, on a sonic level, the best live album I have ever heard. 

Mike Garson doesn't do small backup piano, he's up there in the mix, and his playing is a combination of Monk and Liberace. I heard his excellent work throughout the Bowie decades, but here you can really hear the magic that he makes. Another beautiful thing about the recording is that one can clearly hear each musician and their contribution to the song. These musicians have played with Bowie for years. Still, this particular recording or show comes off as a singular unit.  

There are surprises here, even on the songs you know.  The old Blues standard "Driftin' Blues" introduces a driving "The Jean Genie."

This is not a variety show by Bowie. Five of the songs are from "Earthling," his current album at the time. Two tunes from "Outside," and every other piece is a reloaded, remodeled, re-texturized version of his deep cut hits. Garson puts slight touches of Gershwin in the song "I'm Afraid of Americans." The songs from "Earthlings "are more fleshed out than their studio versions. But still, it's almost like a techno garage rock band arrangement. This is music being performed than staying close to the studio version—an aggressive and muscular approach to these songs. There are traces of "The Man Who Sold The World" era sounds, but with the addition of the jazzy Cecil Taylor touches by Garson. Come to think of it, that album does have a band sound as well. 

"Look At The Moon!" in a manner captures Bowie's entire music life at that point. There are many references to classic soul music throughout the album/performance. Bowie sings the faint traces of Chic and The Commodores "Brick House" in the song "Fashion." The "Where do we go from here" line in "Looking For Satellites is like a great song from a forgotten Broadway musical. Bowie has the riff going, and then there is a beautiful melody behind the riff. I never get bored with his music because the layer of melodies/textures/word fragments makes the listener's brain go with the groove. Still, also a lot of brain food is here as well. Reeves guitar playing on a melody is noise but never losing the beauty of the music. When he's good, he's great. And the song ends in a classic piano motif one can hear in an elegant piano bar in Manhattan. On "Scary Monsters," Bowie does Anthony Newley.  It is really a Newley-based song (at least in style) than anything else, at least in the live version. "Hallo Spaceboy" quotes the Everly Brothers "Bye-Bye Love." Bowie gives a James Brown tip-of-the-hat in "Little Wonder" by putting in "Night Train." 

Criminally this is released as a limited edition of 6,000 copies. By luck, I pre-ordered the album for $39.95.  Now it's going for over $100 in the second-market places and sites. The album is too good to be left in the hands of the few. And as I mentioned, the recording itself is so vivid and wonderful. I rarely call a live album a masterpiece, but this is true in that category and the case. 

PMVABF and Signed Copies of TOSH for this weekend

 


TOSH: Growing Up in Wallace Berman" Signed Copies

The link above will lead you to my page where you can purchase a signed copy of my book.

Wallace Berman: "Untitled #40, Verifax

 

Wallace Berman: "Untitled #40, Verifax Collage, 6 x 6 1/2 inches, framed 12 x 12 1/2 inches
Kohn Gallery is currently closed to the public. We are receiving deliveries and are available for appointment viewings. Please contact the gallery at 323 461 3311 or email Karys Judd at karys@kohngallery.com. Wearing of face coverings and signing of a waiver will be required for entry.
Gallery Hours
By appointment only
Gallery Information
1227 North Highland Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90038
T 323 461 3311
Parking in rear off of North Citrus Ave

Saturday, February 20, 2021

Wallace Berman "Untitled (Faceless Faces with Kabbalah) 1963-1970

 


Wallace Berman "Untitled (Faceless Faces with Kabbalah) 1963-1970, Paint on Photograph mounted on board with hand-applied varnish, 34 by 30 Inches. At the Kohn Gallery.

The Greatness of Mazouni's song "écoute-moi canarade

 


I'm not even sure when this song was recorded, but I adore "écoute-moi canarade.  I just ordered the compilation and it's in the mail.  Still, I think this is a perfect song.  I love the solo trumpet.  You can hear it here: "écoute-moi canarade" by Mazouni

Taz on YouTube translated the lyrics: 

Oh listen to me comrade Drop this girl You hear me She will make you sick And you will suffer a long time I know you love him You gave him your soul I know you love him You gave him your soul But she never liked you comrade She takes advantage of you and you are happy Even his words are cold You must feel it However Look well in the mirror And think it's important You chose a thorny alas It's not a spring rose I know you love him You gave him your soul I know you love him You gave him your soul Do not count on his promises anymore She will not love you Even at one hundred years She played you double-faced It will change every moment How she took you for a fool But you find all this is good Do not tell me no, it's useless Because for me You are a con I know you love him You gave him your soul I know you love him You gave him your soul I know you love him You gave him your soul I know you love him You gave him your soul Be a little proud Leave her alone She's making fun of you Can not you see it? I understand you It is not easy Because where are you going You shout his name It's not for your beautiful eyes, by the way If she took your arm in front of people You want to play Romeo and Juliet But she does not think What has her lovers I know you love him You gave him your soul I know you love him You gave him your soul You're getting drunk Because of a little girl You who believe you to be intelligent Excuse me really You are stupid It's not your fault Mr. Pigeon I beg you oh comrade You look like you're not here I know these jokes I have already been there I know you love him You gave him your soul I know you love him You gave him your soul But who is this comrade? I speak alone Nobody is there So it's me the comrade The poor con And here I am



Friday, February 19, 2021

Trailer for "Who Is Lun*na Menoh?"

 


Who Is Lun*na Menoh?

The Prisoner in Lockdown

 


It's very moving and odd at the same time to watch "The Prisoner" during lockdown mode. I'm now committed to watching the entire series in order, and it's a pleasure to return home. I get a great sense of comfort in knowing that No. 6 is outsmarting his captors in such a brilliant and funny manner. I understand the pleasures of such shows as "Columbo," but oddly enough, the show doesn't give me pleasure anymore. Still, "The Prisoner" is something I can watch over and over again, and it seems to open up a different emotional response from me. I love the setting of the Village, but I also love the clothing. Such as khaki pants, tennis shoes, a turtleneck shirt, a jacket with white border-lapels, and trimmings. All of it makes great sense to me. Lockdown life made bearable for me. -Tosh Berman.

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Wallace Berman: 1926 - 1976

 

Photo by Dennis Hopper
Wallace Berman, my father, died on this date, but it was also his birthday. He was born in 1926 and died in 1976. He turned 50 that day when he passed away from some who will call it a car accident. That was 45 years ago. A day hasn't passed where I don't think of him. I still dream of him as being alive, and it's an odd situation where one knows he's dead in the dream, yet he appears doing everyday things with you. For those of you who are interested in checking my father's world out there here are some of these books:

"Semina Culture: Wallace Berman and His Circle" Kristine McKenna & Michael Duncan (DAP)




"Wallace Berman: American Aleph" Claudia Bohn-Spector & Sam Mellon (Kohn Gallery)




"Wallace Berman: Support The Revolution" David Meltzer, Tosh Berman, etc. (DAP)




"Visual Music Wallace Berman" Sophie Dannenmuller (Gallerie Frank Elbaz)




"Wallace Berman Photographs" Edited by Kristine McKenna (DAP)




"Tosh: Growing Up in Wallace Berman's World" by Tosh Berman (City Lights)




And there are other titles out there in the world.

-Tosh Berman.