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    Allan Holdsworth 1946-2017
    This picture was taken at the Baked Potato with his trio, Ernest Tibbs (bass) & Joe Tayler (drums) in August 2004 (I believe?)

    He was the first major musician that let me photograph him. That was in the 90s, back when I lived in Fresno, CA, and only just started to take pictures of musicians. It was at a small club in Tower District called the Wild Blue. He played with Chad Wackerman (drums), Skúli Sverrisson (bass), and Steve Hunt (keys). I was awkward, but the entire group were so nice. It probably did make an impact on me, causing me to later gravitate toward jazz music as opposed to arena rock bands I was interested on shooting. My ears shifted. That same month I named my new cat’s middle name Skuli.
    After I moved to Los Angeles, I’d see his name on the bill often at the Baked Potato. Unfortunately I couldn’t always afford the 25 dollar ticket except once. Still, I’m glad I caught him again. But because of his being HOLDSWORTH, I never really talked to him.
    Sigh.

    Another icon has left us.


  • Chris Squire

    Chris Squire LV94

    Chris Squire in Las Vegas 1994

     

    It’s such a sad news to receive today on the passing of yet another great musician.
    My fixation, at least for the earlier period of my life, on the music of this certain era, I can only should be getting used to with the golden leaves that would inevitably fall.
    I met Chris Squire once, after a big Las Vegas concert. His band manager took me and my friend to meet him hanging out at the bar. He bought us drinks and chatted bass to us receptive girls. My friend played bass. I also played a little, but never took it up seriously – though I did own a Fender Squire. This was an ultimate delight to no end such a legend would talk to us, I mean me – because my friend knew nothing about this legendary band and the legend of each band members.

    This was in 1994, their 20th year anniversary. I saw them in Fresno and met their tour manager there. He offered to give us press/photo passes to the following Las Vegas show. What the heck. Six hour drive? No problems. As long as my crazy friend agrees to it.

    My friend Tiffany… she’s a character of her own. I hate to label her as such but she is my most endearing ‘white trash’ friend I ever had. She played in a local little pretentious rock band. And we had a little magazine together that we ran for a short while called “Pure Rock News”. She was more into that 80s-90s metal hair bands. She’d drag me along up and down California on numerous occasions. We hung out briefly with Metallica, but ended up with the Suicidal Tendencies a little longer. All stuff of faded, not much any interesting memories. We even attended once this Foundations Forums in Burbank, the mother of all metal events. That was the year Alice Cooper got his lifetime achievement award. We interviewed Bioharzard, we brushed with Yngwie Malmstein…. I thought all that was just a rouse for her sexual mischievous adventures. In a strange way, she always protected me from any of the advances. Tiffany was course, and rough, laughed a lot, cried a lot. I wonder what happened to her… I mean, after getting out of prison the last time I heard.

    Anyway, back to Las Vegas. Tiffany was not really having much of this band Yes. I don’t geek out too much on bands even how much I was obsessed on listening to them. She went along with me to the show to let me choose a show ONCE. But by the evening’s end, Tiffany had already hook up with some Metallica roadies who were in town a week early to set up some stage. She was already a mess running around high on things, drink some, and playing nickle slot machines. I still remember the image. But at some point, I made her sit down to meet and talk with Chris Squire at the bar.

    At the end of this trip, with many more of this Tiffany’s (curious) stories, talking with Chris Squire had to be the most imprinted in our minds that evening. I have to believe so. She didn’t know who he was but walked away inspired by his sharing from musical and technical point of view.

    Admittedly I don’t listen to Yes anymore. I was actually surprised to hear “Roundabout” on a French radio the other week. But that was random. It’s yet another sad reason for me to bring out the boxset because the news of Chris’s passing. I will never forget as well the artwork. All the concept of a musical band that remains deep in my psyche. Thank you Chris. Thank you for being a part of this amazing band.


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  • 10.7.10 Nels Cline premieres Dirty Baby at LACMA

    Nels Cline premieres Dirty Baby concert at LACMA

    Nels Cline premieres Dirty Baby concert at LACMA


  • 8.13.9 Wayne Horvitz’ Sweeter Than The Day – UCLA Hammer Museum

    Wayne Horvitz

    Wayne Horvitz

    Keith Lowe

    Keith Lowe

    Eric Eagle

    Eric Eagle

    Timothy Young

    Timothy Young

    band

    band

    Wayne

    Wayne

    Keith

    Keith

    Wayne

    Wayne

    Eric

    Eric

    Keith

    Keith

    Timothy

    Timothy

    shadow

    shadow


  • 3.19.9 Zu with Mike Patton at the Great American Music Hall in San Francisco

    MassimoZu’s Bassist Massimo

    In a limited way of words, how is it possible for me express the level of my anticipation in seeing this show? When Nels told me he’s friends with this Italian band Zu, their long reputation for being extremely supportive in the music community, as well as being these hard working super guys, I was even more all over this. I was up in the Bay Area for a 10 day hang with Nels, and his trio, the Singers for their recording… many of favorite people/friends in one place, Devin, Scott, Breskin, and Saint, doing what each of them do best. This show was thrown into the mix of one of The Things to be attended.

    Once again Nels was extremely generous with his impossible schedule. Even when he needed all the possible time to write, rehearse, and practice for the recording session just a few days away, he still made the time to take me to this show. He knew I would like the music, this “Roman metal/math/no-wave/free noise/punk/jazz trio”. (Well, he did want to see his friends, too.)  Little did we know the kind of near-red carpet reception from the Great American Music Hall would later make this evening such a… trip. If only I was a drunkard, I would have abused the loads of free drink tickets given to us. I instead stuck with my known limit of the outrageous number of 3 beers, that is, when I’m shooting. Otherwise, I could have as much as 5? These days, anything in excess just makes me sleepy.

    Never in excess, actually, is the amount of music I can compile on lately. As I drift along, attaching myself to different sources of music branches of personalities, I’ve learned to live on it.

    The opening band cancelled (who and why, I’ll never know…) DJ Belladonna of the local radio station KFJC stepped in and played some insanely awesome stuff. Her selections of the evening was on the tip of industrial experimental low level ground covering…. mmmm…… undertone beats and drones. One after another was just freaking me out. I had to run and get her information. One band I got her to write down for me was C.O.T.A. , and their song “Children of the Apocalypse”. I still can’t find it. This music gave me all kinds of ideas for my future projects.

    The band promptly started at 10 p.m. The audience was of mixed age, loosely packed yet excited. This type of crowd I still haven’t gotten the right impression of… They are a combination of too cool and too enthusiastic. I wondered if I was also one.  But my enthusiastic was well reasonable. There I was about to meet my new set of amazingly talented, visionary friends. The too cool part, I’m still trying to shred, but I can’t help it sometimes knowing that it took me years to feel like I belong somewhere – No, scratch that, more like, it took me all my life to be comfortable enough to accept that people don’t hate me by default…. Ah, too personal. Back to the jolly night that it became….

    Immediately I was drawn to Massimo, the bassist. His smile was sincere and welcoming. Soon after, I got the good nature sense of Luca’s, the baritone player. I eve dropped on Nels and Patton’s conversation a bit over their discussion of gear boxes. That was amusing. I’ve met Patton a couple of times before, the last being from the Moonchild gig over a year ago, also in this same GMH place. He was polite. I didn’t get to talk to him at all after a friendly introduction, only got to watch him wrapping up his gadgets. I also didn’t get to talk to Jacopo, the drummer. The rest of the short after show evening was funny and pleasant. Nels was in a great mood, maybe the quality of their tequilas were acceptable? I threatened to go to Mexico City with the band, as I could see them for being my newest potential favorite (I did not miss my chance to diss Nels’s trio as old news to me, now that I’ve secured the Silent Fourth Member slot. Nels was so sweet as to recommend that I’m not much trouble to have along.)

    And the night was concluded in such a super weird ideal way. We didn’t even have any problems finding a street parking near the venue. I want to make a point to see them again, Europe or where ever.

    Mike Patton

    Mike Patton on Voice

    Jacopo

    Zu's Drummer Jacopo

    Luca, Nels, and Jacopo after show

    Luca, Nels, and Jacopo after show

    Massimo and Luca

    Massimo and Luca

    Patton and Jacopo

    Patton and Jacopo


  • 3.17.9 Trevor Dunn Trio and Nels Cline Quintet – 21 Grand, Oakland CA

    Trevor Dunn Trio :
    Phillip Greenlief – saxophone
    Trevor Dunn – bass
    Kjell Nordeson – drums

    Nels Cline Quintet :
    Nels Cline – guitar
    Trevor Dunn – bass
    Scott Amendola – drums
    John Dietrich – guitar
    Ben Goldberg – clarinet

    Kjell Nordeson

    Kjell Nordeson

    Phillip Greenlief

    Phillip Greenlief

    Trevor Dunn

    Trevor Dunn

    Scott Amendola

    Scott Amendola

    Trevor Dunn

    Trevor Dunn

    Scott Amendola

    Scott Amendola

    Nels Cline

    Nels Cline

    John Dietrich

    John Dietrich

    Trevor Dunn

    Trevor Dunn

    Nels Cline

    Nels Cline

    Scott Amendola

    Scott Amendola

    Scott Amendola with Greg Saunier

    Scott Amendola with Greg Saunier

    Ben Goldberg and Trevor Dunn

    Ben Goldberg and Trevor Dunn

    Ben Goldberg and Trevor Dunn

    Ben Goldberg and Trevor Dunn



  • 3.4.9 GE Stinson and Nels Cline

    GE Stinson and Nels Cline

    GE Stinson and Nels Cline


  • 2.18.9 Mike Watt in Los Punkinhedz recording

    Los Punkinhedz :
    Money Mark
    on keyboards
    John Wicks
    on drums
    Mike Watt
    on bass
    Raymond Pettibon Guest vocal

    guitars at the studio

    guitars at the studio

    Mike Watt runs over some songs

    Mike Watt runs over some songs

    Money Mark

    Money Mark

    John Wicks

    John Wicks

    Mike Watt

    Mike Watt

    Raymond Pettibon

    Raymond Pettibon

    John Wicks

    John Wicks

    Money Mark

    Money Mark

    Mike Watt

    Mike Watt

    Mike Watt and Money Mark in studio

    Mike Watt and Money Mark in studio

    Raymond Pettibon in studio

    Raymond Pettibon in studio

    session engineer : Nick Pavey

    session engineer : Nick Pavey

    Money Mark

    Money Mark

    Mike Watt, Money Mark, and my couchsurfer Abbéy Odunlami

    Mike Watt, Money Mark, and my couchsurfer Abbéy Odunlami

    John Wicks, Mike Watt, and Money Mark

    John Wicks, Mike Watt, and Money Mark

    Raymond Pettibon, Mike Watt, and Money Mark - LA River

    Raymond Pettibon, Mike Watt, and Money Mark - LA River


  • 2.14.9 Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon at MOCA art event

    Kim Gordon

    Kim Gordon

    Kim Gordon

    Kim Gordon at MOCA, Los Angeles

    Thurston Moore

    Thurston Moore at MOCA

    Thurston and Kim

    Thurston and Kim

    Kim Gordon

    Kim Gordon

    Thurston Moore

    Thurston Moore

    Kim Gordon

    Kim Gordon

    Nels Cline

    Nels Cline tuning a guitar