RIP D.A. Pennebaker: Watch Scenes from His Groundbreaking Bob Dylan Documentary Dont Look Back

Some­thing hap­pened to pop­u­lar cul­ture in the late 1960s, and we who seek to under­stand exact­ly what owe a debt of grat­i­tude to the doc­u­men­tary film­mak­er D.A. Pen­nebak­er, who died last week. That goes for those us who nev­er expe­ri­enced those heady times our­selves; those of us who did (and may have found the times a bit too heady to recall with any clar­i­ty); and even those of us not quite young enough to fath­om what was going on at the time, such as those already in mid­dle age by the Sum­mer of Love. Pen­nebak­er was him­self a mem­ber of that gen­er­a­tion, but the films that came out of his cov­er­age of the Mon­terey Pop Fes­ti­val — whose per­form­ers includ­ed Janis Joplin, Ravi Shankar, Jef­fer­son Air­plane, The Who, and Jimi Hen­drix — reveal that he could see some­thing big was hap­pen­ing.

Pen­nebak­er’s film­mak­ing also brought him into con­tact with the likes of John Lennon, David Bowie, Otis Red­ding, and Bob Dylan, the lat­ter being the star of Pen­nebak­er’s first music film Dont Look Back [sic]Released in 1967 but shot in 1965, it observes the singer’s tour of Eng­land that year as well as the events sur­round­ing it, offer­ing what Roger Ebert called, when the film first came out, “a fas­ci­nat­ing exer­cise in self-rev­e­la­tion car­ried out by Bob Dylan and friends,” a group that includes such gen­er­a­tional icons as Joan Baez and Dono­van.

Alas, “the por­trait that emerges is not a pret­ty one,” ren­dered as it is by the ciné­ma vérité style Pen­nebak­er had been devel­op­ing for more than a decade. That was made pos­si­ble in part by the advent of syn­chro­nous-sound cam­eras that could cap­ture real speech on loca­tion — “what peo­ple said to each oth­er,” in Pen­nebak­er’s words, as opposed to “what you thought up on a yel­low pad.”

All this exposed Dylan, in Ebert’s eyes, as “imma­ture, pet­ty, vin­dic­tive, lack­ing a sense of humor, over­ly impressed with his own impor­tance and not very bright.” In both his orig­i­nal review of Dont Look Back and his revis­i­ta­tion in 1998, when the film was select­ed for preser­va­tion in the U.S. Library of Con­gress’ Nation­al Film Reg­istry, he high­lights the scene of Dylan’s inter­view with Time Lon­don cor­re­spon­dent Horace Free­land Jud­son. Then, as now, a per­former who prefers to be pub­li­cized on his own terms, Dylan push­es back against any per­ceived attempt to define or explain him, espe­cial­ly by a rel­a­tive­ly old-school insti­tu­tion like Time. In this young Bob Dylan we have an embod­i­ment of the late-60s youth spir­it: amus­ing­ly defi­ant and pro­lif­i­cal­ly cre­ative, if also irre­spon­si­ble and arro­gant. (As Ebert wrote in 1998, “Did we actu­al­ly once take this twirp as our folk god?”)

Pen­nebak­er dis­cuss­es Dylan and Dont Look Back in the clip at the top of the post, which comes from a longer inter­view avail­able here. He also gets into 1966’s Eat the Doc­u­ment, the nev­er-offi­cial­ly-released fol­low-up to Dont Look Back pre­vi­ous­ly fea­tured here on Open Cul­ture. In the Cri­te­ri­on Col­lec­tion video just above, Pat­ti Smith — some­how nev­er the sub­ject of a Pen­nebak­er film her­self — reflects on the role Dylan played in her life. “He was like my imag­i­nary boyfriend,” Smith says of the singer. “The first time I saw Dont Look Back, I had just come to New York to live.” She describes the inter­sec­tion of the move and the movie as “a piv­otal moment, because it encom­passed every­thing for me: it encom­passed the hubris of youth, it encom­passed art, poet­ry, the per­fect sun­glass­es, every­thing.” She saw the film so many times that she “knew all the dia­logue” — dia­logue that Pen­nebak­er just hap­pened to cap­ture, but which has long since become part of the cul­ture.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Do Look Back: Pen­nebak­er and Mar­cus Talk Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan Shares a Drug-Hazed Taxi Ride with John Lennon (1966)

Jef­fer­son Air­plane Plays on a New York Rooftop; Jean-Luc Godard Cap­tures It (1968)

Watch the First Trail­er for Mar­tin Scorsese’s New Film, Rolling Thun­der Revue: A Bob Dylan Sto­ry

Andy Warhol’s ‘Screen Test’ of Bob Dylan: A Clas­sic Meet­ing of Egos

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities, lan­guage, and cul­ture. His projects include the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les and the video series The City in Cin­e­ma. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall, on Face­book, or on Insta­gram.

Why a Cat Always Lands on Its Feet: How a French Scientist Used Photography to Solve the Problem in 1894

In the era of the CATS trail­er and #cat­sofin­sta­gram, it’s easy to for­get that sci­en­tif­ic research is what orig­i­nal­ly con­vinced our feline friends to allow their images to be cap­tured and dis­sem­i­nat­ed.

An anony­mous white French pussy took one for the team in 1894, when scientist/inventor Éti­enne-Jules Marey dropped it from an unspec­i­fied height in the Bois de Boulogne, film­ing its descent at 12 frames per sec­ond.

Ulti­mate­ly, this brave and like­ly unsus­pect­ing spec­i­men fur­thered the cause of space explo­ration, though it took over 50 years for NASA-backed researchers T.R. Kane and M.P. Sch­er to pub­lish their find­ings in a paper titled “A Dynam­i­cal Expla­na­tion of the Falling Cat Phe­nom­e­non.”

As the Vox Dark­room episode above makes clear, Marey’s obses­sion was lofti­er than a fond­ness for Stu­pid Pet Tricks and the mis­chie­vous impulse to drop things off of tall build­ings that moti­vat­ed TV host David Let­ter­man once upon a time.

Marey’s pre­oc­cu­pa­tion with the mechan­ics of organ­ic loco­mo­tion extend­ed to hors­es and humans. It prompt­ed him to invent pho­to­graph­ic tech­niques that pre­fig­ured cin­e­matog­ra­phy, and, more dark­ly, to sub­ject oth­er, less-cat­like crea­tures to dead­falls from sim­i­lar heights.

(Chil­dren and ani­mal rights activists, con­sid­er this your trig­ger warn­ing.)

The white cat sur­vived its ordeal by arch­ing its back mid-air, effec­tive­ly split­ting its body in two to har­ness the iner­tia of its body weight, much like a fig­ure skater con­trol­ling the veloc­i­ty of her spin by the posi­tion of her arms.

Why waste a sin­gle one of your nine lives? Physics is your friend, espe­cial­ly when falling from a great height.

See one of Marey’s pio­neer­ing falling cat chronopho­tographs below.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Thomas Edison’s Box­ing Cats (1894), or Where the LOL­Cats All Began

An Ani­mat­ed His­to­ry of Cats: How Over 10,000 Years the Cat Went from Wild Preda­tor to Sofa Side­kick

Explo­sive Cats Imag­ined in a Strange, 16th Cen­tu­ry Mil­i­tary Man­u­al

Ayun Hal­l­i­day is an author, illus­tra­tor, the­ater mak­er and Chief Pri­ma­tol­o­gist of the East Vil­lage Inkyzine.  Join her in NYC on Mon­day, Sep­tem­ber 9 for anoth­er sea­son of her book-based vari­ety show, Necro­mancers of the Pub­lic Domain. Fol­low her @AyunHalliday.

How Quentin Tarantino Steals from Other Movies: A Video Essay

“Good artists copy, great artists steal,” goes a line we often attribute to Pablo Picas­so — even those of us who know lit­tle of Picas­so’s work and noth­ing of the work from which he may or may not have stolen. Quentin Taran­ti­no’s ver­sion of the line adds anoth­er obser­va­tion about great artists: “They don’t do homages.” The direc­tor of Reser­voir Dogs, Pulp Fic­tion, and Jack­ie Brown may well have spo­ken those words in frus­tra­tion, the frus­tra­tion of hav­ing his every pic­ture described as an “homage” to some ele­ment or oth­er of cin­e­ma his­to­ry. He puts it more blunt­ly: “I steal from every sin­gle movie ever made.” A bold claim, to be sure, but if any­one is like­ly to have seen every film ever made, sure­ly it’s him.

“How Quentin Taran­ti­no Steals from Oth­er Movies,” the INSIDER video essay above, sur­veys the range of his cin­e­mat­ic sources, from The Searchers to The War­riorsBand of Out­siders to City on FireMetrop­o­lis to The Flint­stones.

In each of his ten fea­tures so far, Taran­ti­no has bun­dled all this mate­r­i­al into pack­ages describ­able most suc­cinct­ly with the adjec­tive Taran­ti­noesque, which the Oxford Eng­lish Dic­tio­nary defines as “char­ac­ter­ized by graph­ic and styl­ized vio­lence, non-lin­ear sto­ry­lines, cinelit­er­ate ref­er­ences, satir­i­cal themes, and sharp dia­logue.” Taran­ti­no’s lat­est film Once Upon a Time… in Hol­ly­wood (sub­ject of its own INSIDER video essay) exhibits all those qual­i­ties, and both crit­i­cal and audi­ence response so far sug­gests that we have yet to tire of the Taran­ti­noesque.

How has Taran­ti­no’s cin­e­mat­ic sen­si­bil­i­ty, prac­ti­cal­ly text­book in its post­mod­ernism, worn so well? As this video’s nar­ra­tor puts it, Taran­ti­no “nev­er steals from one source. He rather steals from mul­ti­ple sources span­ning decades, and then stitch­es them togeth­er to cre­ate some­thing new,” for­ti­fy­ing the process with his strong under­stand­ing of the source mate­r­i­al (honed dur­ing his pre-fame days as a video-store clerk) and his “unique vision and writ­ing.” Roger Ebert once wrote of Lars Von Tri­er, anoth­er notable film­mak­er of Taran­ti­no’s gen­er­a­tion, that “he takes chances, and that’s rare in a world where most films seem to have been banged togeth­er out of oth­er films.” But Taran­ti­no takes his chances pre­cise­ly by mak­ing films out of oth­er films, and as even his detrac­tors have to admit, it’s paid off so far.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

The Films of Quentin Taran­ti­no: Watch Video Essays on Pulp Fic­tion, Reser­voir Dogs, Kill Bill & More

Quentin Taran­ti­no Tells You About The Actors & Direc­tors Who Pro­vid­ed the Inspi­ra­tion for “Reser­voir Dogs”

Does Quentin Tarantino’s First Film, Reser­voir Dogs, Hold Up 25 Years Lat­er?: A Video Essay

How Famous Paint­ings Inspired Cin­e­mat­ic Shots in the Films of Taran­ti­no, Gilliam, Hitch­cock & More: A Big Super­cut

“Lynchi­an,” “Kubrick­ian,” “Taran­ti­noesque” and 100+ Film Words Have Been Added to the Oxford Eng­lish Dic­tio­nary

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities, lan­guage, and cul­ture. His projects include the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les and the video series The City in Cin­e­ma. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall, on Face­book, or on Insta­gram.

“I Saw the Future”: Rutger Hauer (RIP) Remembers His Most Memorable Role in Blade Runner

Rut­ger Hauer died last Fri­day at the age of 75, which means he enjoyed a life more than sev­en decades longer than that of Roy Bat­ty, the char­ac­ter he played in Rid­ley Scot­t’s Blade Run­ner. As a repli­cant, an arti­fi­cial human being engi­neered to per­form intense phys­i­cal labor, Bat­ty has immense strength but an exis­tence delib­er­ate­ly lim­it­ed to a few years. Seek­ing an escape from his immi­nent demise, he and a group of his fel­low repli­cants escape from their off-world min­ing colony to Earth, specif­i­cal­ly Los Ange­les, where they intend to seek out their cre­ator and demand an exten­sion of their lives. And so it falls to Har­ri­son Ford’s detec­tive Rick Deckard, trained as a repli­cant-hunt­ing “Blade Run­ner,” to hunt them all down.

Hauer’s per­for­mance is arguably the film’s most mem­o­rable, not least because of the man­ner in which Bat­ty final­ly accepts his own death even after spar­ing the life of the man tasked with ter­mi­nat­ing him. “I’ve seen things you peo­ple wouldn’t believe,” Bat­ty says. “Attack ships on fire off the shoul­der of Ori­on. I watched C‑beams glit­ter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”

Hauer, as Indiewire’s Zack Sharf not­ed in a remem­brance, rewrote that short mono­logue him­self, hav­ing “believed the orig­i­nal speech was writ­ten in a way that was too oper­at­ic, a tone he felt a repli­cant would nev­er use.” He kept the scrip­t’s “attack ships” and “C‑beams,” sens­ing in them a kind of tech­no-poet­ry, and added the tears in the rain, an image visu­al­ly res­o­nant with the scene in which he deliv­ers it.

“It did­n’t come from me,” Hauer says of the “tears in the rain” line in the inter­view clip above. “It came from the poet in me, and there was a poet in Roy.” In using those words “to con­clude Roy’s quest,” he says, “I was also anchor­ing myself, as an actor, in my own inse­cure way. And for an audi­ence to car­ry that for 30 years was such love.” That audi­ence, he acknowl­edges, kept Blade Run­ner alive even after its fail­ure to per­form back in 1982: “When the film came out, it was out of the cin­e­ma, I think, in a week,” and some crit­ics dis­missed it as a waste of time. But Hauer under­stood its appeal as “a real­ly sexy, erot­ic, car­toon-opera inter­est­ing movie, but it was ahead of its time.”

Blade Run­ner has long since tak­en its place in the pan­theon of sci­ence fic­tion cin­e­ma, but Hauer’s fil­mog­ra­phy con­tains pic­tures of every oth­er sort of rep­u­ta­tion as well. A pro­lif­ic per­former giv­en to uncon­ven­tion­al choic­es and dis­tinc­tive turns of phrase, he was remem­bered on Twit­ter by pro­duc­er Jonathan Soth­cott as “one of those great actors who made rub­bish watch­able.” Though Hauer’s turns in pic­tures a var­ied as Lady­hawke, Blind FuryThe Hitch­er (in which hor­ror-mode Hauer, writes Stephen King, “will nev­er be topped”), Sin City, and Hobo with a Shot­gun won’t soon be for­got­ten, it will be as Roy Bat­ty — the repli­cant he has described as want­i­ng to “make his mark on exis­tence” — that he’ll be remem­bered. “At the same time I was doing this film, I saw the future,” he says of Blade Run­ner. And he lived to 2019, the once-dis­tant year in which Blade Run­ner is set, to see that future in real life.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

An Ani­mat­ed Ver­sion of Rid­ley Scott’s Blade Run­ner Made of 12,597 Water­col­or Paint­ings

Watch Tears In the Rain: A Blade Run­ner Short Film–A New, Unof­fi­cial Pre­quel to the Rid­ley Scott Film

How Rid­ley Scott’s Blade Run­ner Illu­mi­nates the Cen­tral Prob­lem of Moder­ni­ty

Blade Run­ner: The Pil­lar of Sci-Fi Cin­e­ma that Siskel, Ebert, and Stu­dio Execs Orig­i­nal­ly Hat­ed

Philip K. Dick Pre­views Blade Run­ner: “The Impact of the Film is Going to be Over­whelm­ing” (1981)

The City in Cin­e­ma Mini-Doc­u­men­taries Reveal the Los Ange­les of Blade Run­ner, Her, Dri­ve, Repo Man, and More

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities, lan­guage, and cul­ture. His projects include the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les and the video series The City in Cin­e­ma. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall, on Face­book, or on Insta­gram.

Why 1999 Was the Year of Dystopian Office Movies: What The Matrix, Fight Club, American Beauty, Office Space & Being John Malkovich Shared in Common

On August 11, 1992, the writer Dou­glas Cou­p­land made an appear­ance at the grand open­ing of Min­neapo­lis’ Mall of Amer­i­ca, the largest shop­ping mall on Earth. Against his inter­view­er’s expec­ta­tions, Cou­p­land deliv­ered a paean to the osten­si­bly hyper­con­sumeris­tic scene around him, claim­ing that “future gen­er­a­tions are going to look at images of today here in Min­neso­ta and see them as a sort of gold­en age of Amer­i­can cul­ture. The peace. The calm. The abun­dance. The bot­tom­less good­will of every­one here. I’m unsure if it’s going to last much longer and I think we should appre­ci­ate it while it’s here.”

What made the 90s the 90s? “Mon­ey still gen­er­at­ed mon­ey. Com­put­ers were becom­ing fast easy and cheap, and with them came a sense of equal­i­ty for every­one. Things were pal­pa­bly get­ting bet­ter every­where. His­to­ry was over and it felt great.” From the end of the Cold War until the fall of the Twin Tow­ers, North Amer­i­ca and Europe enjoyed a sta­bil­i­ty and pros­per­i­ty that, to many of us in the 2010s, now seems some­how implau­si­ble. But cin­e­ma remem­bers the 90s, espe­cial­ly the cin­e­ma of the decade’s final year, dif­fer­ent­ly. Unlike “mon­ster movies show­ing cold war anx­i­eties and 21st-cen­tu­ry hor­ror movies con­vey­ing fears of acts of ter­ror,” the films of 1999 “were not about sur­viv­ing the present, because the present was actu­al­ly going well. They were about being tired of that sta­ble present and look­ing for a rad­i­cal­ly dif­fer­ent future.”

Those words come from “Why All Movies From 1999 Are the Same,” the video essay from Now You See It above. Those of us who were moviego­ing that year remem­ber The MatrixOffice SpaceFight ClubAmer­i­can Beau­tyBeing John Malkovich, and all of the oth­er major Hol­ly­wood releas­es fea­tur­ing “a main char­ac­ter tired of the sta­bil­i­ty, monot­o­ny, and unevent­ful­ness of their life,” almost always involv­ing a steady, dull cor­po­rate job. That era, recall, was also when Scott Adams’ com­ic Dil­bert reached the top of the zeit­geist by sat­i­riz­ing the ele­ments of office exis­tence: incom­pe­tent boss­es, slack­ing co-work­ers, and above all, cubi­cles.

Call­ing 1999 “the year of the cubi­cle movie,” this video essay describes its cin­e­mat­ic por­tray­al of office-work­er frus­tra­tions as “a per­fect mir­ror of what Amer­i­ca was like in the late 90s.” Not that those por­tray­als were lit­er­al­ly “the same”: the ter­mi­nal­ly bored men of Fight Club “go to great lengths to man­u­fac­ture con­flict and chaos”; Office Space makes com­e­dy out of sus­penders and paper jams; Being John Malkovich “exag­ger­ates the oppres­sive cor­po­rate imagery in films like Office Space by cre­at­ing an absurd office with low ceil­ings” that “lit­er­al­ly bears down on its employ­ees”; Amer­i­can Beau­ty “crit­i­cizes the per­ceived sta­bil­i­ty of the era, sug­gest­ing that it’s sim­ply a mask that hides the true self.”

And in The Matrix, of course, that veneer of sta­bil­i­ty and pros­per­i­ty exist only to con­ceal the total enslave­ment of human­i­ty. Mod­ern human­i­ty may nev­er cast off its dystopias, but it’s fair to say the dystopi­an visions we enter­tain today look quite a bit dif­fer­ent than the ones we enter­tained twen­ty years ago, and it’s also fair to say that many of us enter­tain them while dream­ing of the rel­a­tive safe­ty, sta­bil­i­ty, and pros­per­i­ty — real or imag­ined — that we enjoyed back then, not to men­tion the secure desk jobs. But as the films of 1999 remind us, those very qual­i­ties could also dri­ve us into a kind of mad­ness. Cou­p­land may right­ly call the 90s “the good decade,” but even if we could return to that time, we’ve got good rea­sons not to want to.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

The Cringe-Induc­ing Humor of The Office Explained with Philo­soph­i­cal The­o­ries of Mind

The Phi­los­o­phy of The Matrix: From Pla­to and Descartes, to East­ern Phi­los­o­phy

How to Rec­og­nize a Dystopia: Watch an Ani­mat­ed Intro­duc­tion to Dystopi­an Fic­tion

Char­lie Chap­lin Gets Strapped into a Dystopi­an “Rube Gold­berg Machine,” a Fright­ful Com­men­tary on Mod­ern Cap­i­tal­ism

David Fos­ter Wal­lace on What’s Wrong with Post­mod­ernism: A Video Essay

How Char­lie Kauf­man Goes Deep into the Human Con­di­tion in Being John Malkovich, Eter­nal Sun­shine of the Spot­less Mind, and Oth­er Movies

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities, lan­guage, and cul­ture. His projects include the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les and the video series The City in Cin­e­ma. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall, on Face­book, or on Insta­gram.

The Velvet Underground Captured in Color Concert Footage by Andy Warhol (1967)

The Vel­vet Under­ground, the band with which Lou Reed and John Cale achieved artis­tic and cul­tur­al star­dom under the man­age­ment of Andy Warhol, sure­ly have more lis­ten­ers now than they did when they were active in the 1960s and 70s. But few self-described Vel­vet Under­ground enthu­si­asts ever had the chance to see the group per­form. Not in per­son, any­way: last month we fea­tured col­or footage from their 1969 Viet­nam War protest con­cert, and we’ve pre­vi­ous­ly offered oppor­tu­ni­ties to glimpse them play­ing a 1966 Warhol-filmed show that got bro­ken up by the cops, com­pos­ing “Sun­day Morn­ing,” the open­ing track from that same year’s album The Vel­vet Under­ground & Nico, and reunit­ing in 1972 to do an acoustic set on French tele­vi­sion.

But what would it feel like to actu­al­ly be at a Vel­vet Under­ground con­cert? The 1967 film above pro­vides a view of the band per­form­ing, but even more so of their fans tak­ing it in — not that they had many in those days. But what fans they had turned up over and over again to their shows at a club called The Boston Tea Par­ty, which had opened the same year.

Shot by Warhol, one descrip­tion says, it makes use of “sud­den in-and-out zooms, sweep­ing pan­ning shots, in-cam­era edits that cre­ate sin­gle frame images and bursts of light like paparazzi flash bulbs going off” that “mir­ror the kines­thet­ic expe­ri­ence of the Explod­ing Plas­tic Inevitable” — Warhol’s series of mul­ti­me­dia events put on in the mid-60s — “with its strobe lights, whip dancers, col­or­ful slide shows, mul­ti-screen pro­jec­tions, lib­er­al use of amphet­a­mines, and over­pow­er­ing sound.”

As “one of only two known films with syn­chro­nous sound of the band per­form­ing live,” as well as the only one in col­or, this half-hour of the Vel­vet Under­ground expe­ri­ence cap­tured on 16-mil­lime­ter (which you can also find on the Inter­net Archive) con­sti­tutes an impor­tant and vivid piece of the band’s record­ed his­to­ry. Today, any lis­ten­er who has ever tak­en an inter­est in the Vel­vet Under­ground will have heard the clear-eyed drug song “Hero­in” on The Vel­vet Under­ground & Nico and the epic of debauch­ery “Sis­ter Ray” on White Light/White Heat many times. But these Har­vard kids and oth­ers from more than half a cen­tu­ry ago were get­ting down to them — if that is indeed the term for the behav­ior Warhol has cap­tured here — well before most of today’s Vel­vets-inspired rock­ers were even born.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Watch The Vel­vet Under­ground Per­form in Rare Col­or Footage: Scenes from a Viet­nam War Protest Con­cert (1969)

Andy Warhol Explains Why He Decid­ed to Give Up Paint­ing & Man­age the Vel­vet Under­ground Instead (1966)

Watch Footage of the Vel­vet Under­ground Com­pos­ing “Sun­day Morn­ing,” the First Track on Their Sem­i­nal Debut Album The Vel­vet Under­ground & Nico (1966)

A Sym­pho­ny of Sound (1966): Vel­vet Under­ground Impro­vis­es, Warhol Films It, Until the Cops Turn Up

Lou Reed, John Cale & Nico Reunite, Play Acoustic Vel­vet Under­ground Songs on French TV, 1972

Hear Lost Acetate Ver­sions of Songs from The Vel­vet Under­ground & Nico (1966)

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities, lan­guage, and cul­ture. His projects include the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les and the video series The City in Cin­e­ma. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall, on Face­book, or on Insta­gram.

Songs by Joni Mitchell Re-Imagined as Pulp Fiction Book Covers & Vintage Movie Posters

I wish I had more sense of humor

Keep­ing the sad­ness at bay

Throw­ing the light­ness on these things

Laugh­ing it all away 

                           — Joni Mitchell, “Peo­ple’s Par­ties”

Joni Mitchell has been show­ered with trib­utes of late, many of them con­nect­ed to her all-star 75th birth­day con­cert last Novem­ber.

The silky voiced Seal, who cred­its Mitchell with inspir­ing him to become a musi­cian, soar­ing toward heav­en on “Both Sides Now”…

“A Case Of You” as a duet for fel­low New­port Folk Fes­ti­val alums Kris Kristof­fer­son and Bran­di Carlile….

Cha­ka Khan inject­ing a bit of funk into “Help Me,” a tune she’s been cov­er­ing for 20 some years

They’re mov­ing and beau­ti­ful and sen­si­tive, but giv­en that Mitchel­l’s the one behind the immor­tal lyric “laugh­ing and cry­ing, you know it’s the same release…,” shouldn’t some­one aim for the fun­ny bone? Mix things up a lit­tle?

Enter Todd Alcott, who’s been delight­ing us all year with his “mid-cen­tu­ry mashups,” an irre­sistible com­bi­na­tion of vin­tage paper­back cov­ers, celebri­ty per­son­ae, and icon­ic lyrics from the annals of rock and pop.

His homage to “Help Me,” above, is decid­ed­ly on brand. The lurid 1950s EC hor­ror com­ic-style graph­ics con­fer a dishy naugh­ti­ness that was—no disrespect—rather lack­ing in the orig­i­nal.

Per­haps Mitchell would approve of these mon­keyshines?

A 1991 inter­view with Rolling Stone’s David Wild sug­gests that she would have at some point in her life:

When I was a kid, I was a real good-time Char­lie. As a mat­ter of fact, that was my nick­name. So when I first start­ed mak­ing all this sen­si­tive music, my old friends back home could not believe it. They didn’t know – where did this depressed per­son come from? Along the way, I had gone through some pret­ty hard deals, and it did intro­vert me. But it just so hap­pened that my most intro­vert­ed peri­od coin­cid­ed with the peak of my suc­cess.

Alcott hon­ors the intro­vert by ren­der­ing “Both Sides Now” as an angsty-look­ing vol­ume of 60s-era poet­ry from the imag­i­nary pub­lish­ing house Clouds.

Big Yel­low Taxi” car­ries Alcott from the book­shelf to the realm of the movie poster.

The lyrics are def­i­nite­ly the star here, but it’s fun to note just how much mileage he gets out of the float­ing text box­es that were a strange­ly ran­dom-feel­ing fea­ture of the orig­i­nal.

Also “Ladies of the Canyon” is a great pro­duc­er’s cred­it. Giv­en Alcott’s own screen­writ­ing cred­its on IMDB, per­haps we could con­vince him to mash a bit of Joni’s sen­si­bil­i­ty into some of Paul Schrader’s grimmest Taxi Dri­ver scenes…

That said, it’s worth remem­ber­ing that Alcot­t’s cre­ations are lov­ing trib­utes to the artists who mat­ter most to him. As he told Open Cul­ture:

Joni Mitchell is one of the most crim­i­nal­ly under­val­ued Amer­i­can song­writ­ers of the 20th cen­tu­ry, and that now that I live in LA, every time I dri­ve through Lau­rel Canyon I think about her and that whole absurd­ly fer­tile scene in the late 1960s, when artists could afford to live in Lau­rel Canyon and Joni Mitchell was hang­ing out with Neil Young and Charles Man­son.

See all of Todd Alcott’s work here. (Please note that this is his offi­cial sales site… beware of imposters sell­ing quick­ie knock-offs of his designs on eBay and Face­book.) Find oth­er posts fea­tur­ing his work in the Relat­eds below.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

See Clas­sic Per­for­mances of Joni Mitchell from the Very Ear­ly Years–Before She Was Even Named Joni Mitchell (1965/66)

Bea­t­les Songs Re-Imag­ined as Vin­tage Book Cov­ers and Mag­a­zine Pages: “Dri­ve My Car,” “Lucy in the Sky with Dia­monds” & More

Clas­sic Songs by Bob Dylan Re-Imag­ined as Pulp Fic­tion Book Cov­ers: “Like a Rolling Stone,” “A Hard Rain’s A‑Gonna Fall” & More

Songs by David Bowie, Elvis Costel­lo, Talk­ing Heads & More Re-Imag­ined as Pulp Fic­tion Book Cov­ers

Ayun Hal­l­i­day is an author, illus­tra­tor, the­ater mak­er and Chief Pri­ma­tol­o­gist of the East Vil­lage Inkyzine.  Join her in NYC on Mon­day, Sep­tem­ber 9 for a new sea­son of her book-based vari­ety show, Necro­mancers of the Pub­lic Domain. Fol­low her @AyunHalliday.

 

When Neil Young & Devo Jammed Together: Watch Them Play “Hey Hey, My My” in a Clip from the 1982 Film Human Highway

It’s well known that in the 80s, Neil Young briefly went New Wave, first with 1981’s Re-ac-tor, then the fol­low­ing year’s Kraftwerk-inspired album Trans, which fea­tures such dance floor-friend­ly tracks as “Com­put­er Age” (see it live fur­ther down), “Trans­former Man,” and “Com­put­er Cow­boy (aka Syscrush­er).” This is a weird peri­od in Young’s career—one crit­ics tend to ignore or dis­miss, as William Ruhlmann writes at All­mu­sic, as “baf­fling.”

“Despite the crisp dance beats and syn­the­siz­ers,” Ruhlmann com­plains, Trans “sound­ed less like new Kraftwerk than like old Devo” (as though this were a bad thing). But the “old Devo” dig prob­a­bly would­n’t both­er Young. He jammed with the band them­selves in his bizarre 1982 film Human High­wayDevo not only star in the movie—as garbage men at a nuclear pow­er plant—they also play  a ver­sion of “Hey Hey, My My,” with Young on gui­tar and Mark Moth­ers­baugh on vocals.

Young wasn’t cash­ing in on Devo’s pop­u­lar­i­ty, rid­ing their New Wave coat­tails to bol­ster his hip­ster cred with a punk gen­er­a­tion. He began as a big fan before they even released their first album. “Young first saw Devo when they played the Star­wood Club in West Hol­ly­wood in 1977,” writes Andy Greene at Rolling Stone. “He was blown away by their wild, fre­net­ic stage show and decid­ed to cast them in his movie,” which began shoot­ing the fol­low­ing year.

The admi­ra­tion wasn’t mutu­al at first. Devo were “shocked by the atmos­phere on the set,” espe­cial­ly the stoned, drunk­en antics of Den­nis Hop­per and Dean Stock­well, and they weren’t total­ly dig­ging the song, either. The jam was “com­plete­ly unre­hearsed.” Says Devo’s Jer­ry Casale, “He told us the chord pro­gres­sion and that was that…. It was hip­pie style.” Moth­ers­baugh remem­bers, “I didn’t want to sing about John­ny Rot­ten. So we sang about John­ny Spud.”

Young, at work on songs for the clas­sic 1979 live album Rust Nev­er Sleeps, was push­ing his approach­es to per­for­mance and record­ing in new direc­tions. But when Human High­way start­ed shoot­ing in 1978, few fans would have pre­dict­ed that when it wrapped four years lat­er, he would be mak­ing synth-rock records. The film became a cult clas­sic, notable for bring­ing togeth­er a leg­endary cast of weirdos and serv­ing as Mark Mothersbaugh’s first ven­ture in film-scor­ing.

But we can also see this bizarre musi­cal com­e­dy as a con­cep­tu­al bridge between the jam-band “hip­pie style” rock of Crazy Horse and the slick, vocoder pop of Trans, an album that might make a lit­tle more sense if we think of it in part as Young’s trib­ute to Devo.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Who Is Neil Young?: A Video Essay Explores the Two Sides of the Ver­sa­tile Musician–Folk Icon and Father of Grunge

When Neil Young & Rick James Cre­at­ed the 60’s Motown Band, The Mynah Birds

The Phi­los­o­phy & Music of Devo, the Avant-Garde Art Project Ded­i­cat­ed to Reveal­ing the Truth About De-Evo­lu­tion

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

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