-
ICMag with help from Landrace Warden and The Vault is running a NEW contest in November! You can check it here. Prizes are seeds & forum premium access. Come join in!
Vintage News Articles & Finds
- Thread starter billycw
- Start date
Two of my favorite artists just showed in this thread recently. Van Gogh and Dali. In school I made a slide presentation of each...still have the slides, need to get them digitalized. The music was from the "Stan Getz & Bill Evans" album.
Before some month I read a wonderfull book, written by the jazz musican Mezz Mezzrow. A long forgotten time was standig up for me. It´s about Jazz, Weed, Opium, Rasicm and humanity.
Anyone who likes to listen to the changing winds of America might choose to read the autobiography of Fitzhugh Ludlow side by side with that of the jazz musician Mezz Mezzrow, who claims to have brought the ”mode du marujuana” to New York.
Mezz Mezzrow, a white, Chicago-born musician, felt so close to the Negro world and its music that he chose to relocate himself in Harlem. Referring to the block-long walk, between 131st and 132nd Street on Lexington Avenue, which he frequented, is this note: “My education was complete on The Stroll, and I became a Negro. The next ten years of my life were to be spent there.”
Mezzrow's career prior to Harlem led from Chicago's Northwest Side to a reformatory whose Negro members infused him with a deep liking for what he felt were the only sounds of jazz: “I've played the music in a lot of places these thirty years, from Al Capone's roadhousees to Harvard University, dicty Washington embassies and Park avenue salons, not to mention all the barrelhouse dives. It's the same music I learned in Pontiac. The idiom's still with me.”
During this period, Mezzrow was also to become an opium addict and received a sentence of three years to Riker's Island prison, for being in possession of “reefers”--marihuana cigarettes. Among many observations of the Jazz-marihuana relationship made by Mezzrow is this one: “Us vipers began to know that we had a gang of things in common...we were on another plane in another sphere compared to the musicians who were bottle babies, always hitting the jug and then coming up brawling after they got loaded. We like things to be easy and relaxed, mellow and mild, not loud or loutish, and the scowling chin-out tension of the lushhounds with their false courage didn't appeal to us.
”Besides, the lushies didn't even play good music—their tones came hard and evil, not natural, soft and soulful...We members of the viper school were for making music that was real foxy, all lit up with inspiration and her mammy.”
Marijuana was Mezzrow's first experience with drugs.
He felt the action of his first “reefer” cigarette while he was making music on the bandstand of a roadhouse in Illinois. The reaction on both him and one member of that audience in particular, in the days when liquor was not licensed, are the scope of this drug-experience. It is located in Mezzrow's autobiography, Really the Blues (1946), written in collaboration with a novelist with an ear for the music of speech and a man who likes to make words, Bernard Wolfe.
.jpg)
Louis Armstrong with a Joint
Anyone who likes to listen to the changing winds of America might choose to read the autobiography of Fitzhugh Ludlow side by side with that of the jazz musician Mezz Mezzrow, who claims to have brought the ”mode du marujuana” to New York.
Mezz Mezzrow, a white, Chicago-born musician, felt so close to the Negro world and its music that he chose to relocate himself in Harlem. Referring to the block-long walk, between 131st and 132nd Street on Lexington Avenue, which he frequented, is this note: “My education was complete on The Stroll, and I became a Negro. The next ten years of my life were to be spent there.”
Mezzrow's career prior to Harlem led from Chicago's Northwest Side to a reformatory whose Negro members infused him with a deep liking for what he felt were the only sounds of jazz: “I've played the music in a lot of places these thirty years, from Al Capone's roadhousees to Harvard University, dicty Washington embassies and Park avenue salons, not to mention all the barrelhouse dives. It's the same music I learned in Pontiac. The idiom's still with me.”
During this period, Mezzrow was also to become an opium addict and received a sentence of three years to Riker's Island prison, for being in possession of “reefers”--marihuana cigarettes. Among many observations of the Jazz-marihuana relationship made by Mezzrow is this one: “Us vipers began to know that we had a gang of things in common...we were on another plane in another sphere compared to the musicians who were bottle babies, always hitting the jug and then coming up brawling after they got loaded. We like things to be easy and relaxed, mellow and mild, not loud or loutish, and the scowling chin-out tension of the lushhounds with their false courage didn't appeal to us.
”Besides, the lushies didn't even play good music—their tones came hard and evil, not natural, soft and soulful...We members of the viper school were for making music that was real foxy, all lit up with inspiration and her mammy.”
Marijuana was Mezzrow's first experience with drugs.
He felt the action of his first “reefer” cigarette while he was making music on the bandstand of a roadhouse in Illinois. The reaction on both him and one member of that audience in particular, in the days when liquor was not licensed, are the scope of this drug-experience. It is located in Mezzrow's autobiography, Really the Blues (1946), written in collaboration with a novelist with an ear for the music of speech and a man who likes to make words, Bernard Wolfe.
Louis Armstrong with a Joint
Sadly Fitz Hugh Ludlow is not translated in german.
Stuff Smith wrote the song, originally titled "You'se A Viper".
Here's a famous photo titled "A Great Day in Harlem".
Musicians photographed:
- Red Allen
- Buster Bailey
- Count Basie
- Emmett Berry
- Art Blakey
- Lawrence Brown
- Scoville Browne
- Buck Clayton
- Bill Crump
- Vic Dickenson
- Roy Eldridge
- Art Farmer
- Bud Freeman
- Dizzy Gillespie
- Tyree Glenn
- Benny Golson
- Sonny Greer
- Johnny Griffin
- Gigi Gryce
- Coleman Hawkins
- J.C. Heard
- Jay C. Higginbotham
- Milt Hinton
- Chubby Jackson
- Hilton Jefferson
- Osie Johnson
- Hank Jones
- Jo Jones
- Jimmy Jones
- Taft Jordan
- Max Kaminsky
- Gene Krupa
- Eddie Locke
- Marian McPartland
- Charles Mingus
- Miff Mole
- Thelonious Monk
- Gerry Mulligan
- Oscar Pettiford
- Rudy Powell
- Luckey Roberts
- Sonny Rollins
- Jimmy Rushing
- Pee Wee Russell
- Sahib Shihab
- Horace Silver
- Zutty Singleton
- Stuff Smith
Attachments
"As far as I can tell, a massive electric shock. He must have died instantly."
-Dr Who the first seconds after the unsolved Max Headroom Incident, hacking WTTW November 22nd, 1987
Max Headroom
"a giant masterpiece for all the greatest world newspaper nerds"
"By the time our people began looking into what was going on, it was over," a spokesman for WTTW commented on the 1987 tv hack of Dr Who. This was the second of two unsolved tv hacks in the Chicago area. With earlier tv hacks solved pretty quickly, this hack continues to stand out...
November 22nd, 1987 during the Chicago's WGN's Channel 9's Nine O'Clock News, a break in transmission cutting to a Ominous Max Headroom character bouncing around with a close rendition of the original background.
Max Headroom WGN9 Pirating Incident - 11/22/87 9:16pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sM7Q1WiepoQ
[YOUTUBEIF]sM7Q1WiepoQ[/YOUTUBEIF]
Max Headroom pirate 1987
"Well, if you're wondering what’s happened," he said, chuckling nervously, "so am I." reporter for WGN after the hack.
Almost 2 hours later technicians and federal agents were wondering the same thing at affiliate station WTTW as Max strikes again only this time gaining audio starting and stopping the transmission himself.
Max Headroom WTTW Pirating Incident - 11/22/87 (Subtitled) 11:15pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWdgAMYjYSs
[YOUTUBEIF]tWdgAMYjYSs[/YOUTUBEIF]
"Come get me bitch!" parting words of Max Headroom tv pirate.
The fact that this case still remains open when so many were tracked down so quickly before and after makes this OG hack a legend of simple elegance "frickin nerd" style
Hackerman from Kung Fury
HACKERMAN'S HACKING TUTORIALS - How To Hack Time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEkrWRHCDQU
[YOUTUBEIF]KEkrWRHCDQU[/YOUTUBEIF]
-Dr Who the first seconds after the unsolved Max Headroom Incident, hacking WTTW November 22nd, 1987
Max Headroom
"a giant masterpiece for all the greatest world newspaper nerds"
"By the time our people began looking into what was going on, it was over," a spokesman for WTTW commented on the 1987 tv hack of Dr Who. This was the second of two unsolved tv hacks in the Chicago area. With earlier tv hacks solved pretty quickly, this hack continues to stand out...
November 22nd, 1987 during the Chicago's WGN's Channel 9's Nine O'Clock News, a break in transmission cutting to a Ominous Max Headroom character bouncing around with a close rendition of the original background.
Max Headroom WGN9 Pirating Incident - 11/22/87 9:16pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sM7Q1WiepoQ
[YOUTUBEIF]sM7Q1WiepoQ[/YOUTUBEIF]
Max Headroom pirate 1987
"Well, if you're wondering what’s happened," he said, chuckling nervously, "so am I." reporter for WGN after the hack.
Almost 2 hours later technicians and federal agents were wondering the same thing at affiliate station WTTW as Max strikes again only this time gaining audio starting and stopping the transmission himself.
Max Headroom WTTW Pirating Incident - 11/22/87 (Subtitled) 11:15pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWdgAMYjYSs
[YOUTUBEIF]tWdgAMYjYSs[/YOUTUBEIF]
"Come get me bitch!" parting words of Max Headroom tv pirate.
The fact that this case still remains open when so many were tracked down so quickly before and after makes this OG hack a legend of simple elegance "frickin nerd" style
Hackerman from Kung Fury
HACKERMAN'S HACKING TUTORIALS - How To Hack Time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEkrWRHCDQU
[YOUTUBEIF]KEkrWRHCDQU[/YOUTUBEIF]
Fiddlers’ Green
poem origin and author unknown
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers’ Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers’ Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he’s emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers’ Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers’ Green.
Military personnel observing one of the tests in the Buster-Jangle Series, 1951
A mother and her son look at the mushroom cloud following a nuclear test in Las Vegas in 1953.
poem origin and author unknown
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers’ Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers’ Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he’s emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers’ Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers’ Green.
Military personnel observing one of the tests in the Buster-Jangle Series, 1951
A mother and her son look at the mushroom cloud following a nuclear test in Las Vegas in 1953.
“The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame...
The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt.
Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before.
Moth Smoke Lingers.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke
L'esclave blanche (The White Slave) Jean Jules Antoine Lecomte du Nouÿ c.1888.
The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt.
Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before.
Moth Smoke Lingers.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke
L'esclave blanche (The White Slave) Jean Jules Antoine Lecomte du Nouÿ c.1888.
the Fort Laramie treaty of 1868...
Mount Rushmore, the Black Hills, South Dakota...
Private Hervey Johnson wrote home that Maynadier had been making nothing but promises to the Indians all spring, “the most of which he is unable to fulfil, and in fact being drunk most of his time I guess he don’t know half the time what he is promising.”
Lakota chief Man Afraid of His Horses smokes a ceremonial pipe at the Fort Laramie treaty negotiations, 1868. National Anthropological Archives.
"In 1868, men came out and brought papers. We could not read them and they did not tell us truly what was in them. We thought the treaty was to remove the forts and for us to cease from fighting... When I reached Washington, the Great Father explained to me that the interpreters had deceived me. All I want is right and just."
- Chief Red Cloud
Red Cloud and Council 1865- Standing - Red Bear (Sons Are?), Young Man Afraid of his Horse, Good Voice, Ring Thunder, Iron Crow, White Tail, Young Spotted Tail. Seated - Yellow Bear, Jack Red Cloud, Big Road, Little Wound, Black Crow.
In 1877 the United States Government void the Fort Laramie treaty, taking back the Black Hills...
-Ghostdancer, by David Michael Kennedy Lakota Nation Palladium Print
“They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they kept only one; they promised to take our land, and they did.”
-chief Red Cloud
No worries Red Cloud, royalties in the mail I'm sure
Mount Rushmore, the Black Hills, South Dakota...
Private Hervey Johnson wrote home that Maynadier had been making nothing but promises to the Indians all spring, “the most of which he is unable to fulfil, and in fact being drunk most of his time I guess he don’t know half the time what he is promising.”
Lakota chief Man Afraid of His Horses smokes a ceremonial pipe at the Fort Laramie treaty negotiations, 1868. National Anthropological Archives.
"In 1868, men came out and brought papers. We could not read them and they did not tell us truly what was in them. We thought the treaty was to remove the forts and for us to cease from fighting... When I reached Washington, the Great Father explained to me that the interpreters had deceived me. All I want is right and just."
- Chief Red Cloud
Red Cloud and Council 1865- Standing - Red Bear (Sons Are?), Young Man Afraid of his Horse, Good Voice, Ring Thunder, Iron Crow, White Tail, Young Spotted Tail. Seated - Yellow Bear, Jack Red Cloud, Big Road, Little Wound, Black Crow.
In 1877 the United States Government void the Fort Laramie treaty, taking back the Black Hills...
-Ghostdancer, by David Michael Kennedy Lakota Nation Palladium Print
“They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they kept only one; they promised to take our land, and they did.”
-chief Red Cloud
No worries Red Cloud, royalties in the mail I'm sure
Albuquerque morning journal,
February 17, 1921,
CITY EDITION
Although New Mexico had cannabis regulated under a poison act pre1937, this only regulated the sale of the "Poison" leaving legality of possession questionable in the early days. Why not just use a easy charge to send a point and keep you moving on your way... away from town... their town...
Albuquerque morning journal, February 17, 1921
February 17, 1921,
CITY EDITION
Although New Mexico had cannabis regulated under a poison act pre1937, this only regulated the sale of the "Poison" leaving legality of possession questionable in the early days. Why not just use a easy charge to send a point and keep you moving on your way... away from town... their town...
Albuquerque morning journal, February 17, 1921
"The secret of improved plant breeding, apart from scientific knowledge, is love. While I was conducting experiments to make spineless cacti, I often talked to the plants. . . . "You have nothing to fear," I would tell them. "You don't need your defensive thorns. I will protect you." Gradually the useful plant of the desert emerged in a thornless variety."
- Luther Burbank
Isabella and the Pot of Basil - John William Waterhouse ,1907
- Luther Burbank
Isabella and the Pot of Basil - John William Waterhouse ,1907
Some Posters from the spanish civil war. My hero was buenaventura durutti. I visited his grave in the 90s, in Barcelona.
