Yesterday I had the good fortune to be invited to hear the new seven-piece incarnation of King Crimson rehearse at Elstree studios.
It was LOUD...
The visual results are here...
Let’s be clear here: while her pictures are extraordinary, they are by NO means original. A fact no one seems prepared to explore. But naturally, the desire to create a sweeping tragic narrative only serves to get in the way of the work itself. Like Vincent Van Gogh’s ear, her eccentricity serves as a lazy way to understand what may, or may not, be a collection of masterpieces. And if you add to this the startling fact that when her work was unearthed she was still alive (and fading away in a Chicago hospital) it all starts to reek of creepy opportunism.
|Nothing says 'football' better than a blue and yellow armadillo, right?|
|You seemingly did, Ray: YOU ate all of the pies...|
|Giger (right) with ELP in 1973|