Crystal Mess: Skull Bait →
inacrystalmess: scene. any room at all. maybe hotel room. furniture up against the walls. as if the owner cant figure space. just a writing desk or a white table. a little hifi. scattered Dylan records. Hank William records. a few forty fives. Your precious love. jerry butler. little objects around which belong…
Patti Smith. 12.28.11. Bowery. NYC. Opener.
elusivity: Does anyone know who opened for her that night? I can’t seem to remember what they were called, but I loved them. Thanks.
The Mermaid Song
starstealer: Do you remember me? The ocean rolled, time was slow, we felt an energy. The cock was crowing, the rum was flowing… A mermaid burns to see, beyond the sea and if I could, turn where you stood, would you feel me? Would it be good, would you remember? So turn the little key. I long to see, I long to see if there is page for me… A page for me, in your diary.
I watched Patti Smith browse second-hand clothes
rockandrolltedium: I was working in a small second-hand clothes shop chatting with my co-worker. Patti Smith came in, we fell silent and watched her as she browsed some clothes. Then she left. I can confirm she was wearing a shirt and braces. by dodeckahedron
We didn’t have the money to go to concerts, but before Robert left the Fillmore...– Patti Smith on Jim Morrison, on seeing the Doors for the first time in New York in 1968 (via elysethekraken)
you see Smith spitting, cursing, and telling an early audience: “Don’t be afraid...– The Mother Courage of Rock by Luc Sante | The New York Review of Books An overview of Patti Smith’s career as poet, musician and irresistible animal of a woman. (via gainfulunemployment)
don’t worry, we’ll find it. but keep it really sexy, and like, dark. you know,...– Patti Smith | Chicklets | Radio Ethiopia (via belladonna81)
I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and...– Patti Smith (via if-you-love-me)
malcriada: Patti Smith, Just Kids →
malcriada9: I recently read Patti Smith’s memoir of her life with Robert Mapplethorpe, Just Kids. I know I’ll never forget the book for the simple fact that I was reading it on the last day of my mother’s life. I sat next to her in her bedroom for about an hour, and held her hand through the metal…
The system Smith bled from language was an oracular nonstop cavalcade of words...– Luc Sante’s piece on Patti Smith for the New York Review of Books is a very good read. Clip and save! (via melancholybrunch)
The Rebel Gardener: So you wanna be a rock'n'roll... →
therebelgardener: I’ve always had a strange relation with Patti Smith as an artist : she has somehow always deeply influenced me, though I don’t listen to her music that much. It’s rather a certain feeling of fascination mixed with respect and maybe an awkward form of idolatry. More than listening to her…
Best of 2011: Patti Smith at FreeFest
joshsisk: Have to admit, never thought I would see her. Of all the bands I saw this year, she was just about the ONLY ONE who had anything vaguely political or rabble-rousing to say from stage. Great show, even though 80-percent of the kids in the crowd didn’t care about what she was saying, or perhaps didn’t even know who she was. More best of 2011.
I was taking them so, daily, I could feel that I accomplished something...– Patti Smith, talking to the BBC about the genesis of her current Polaroid photography exhibit, Camera Solo. (via thelavinagency)
tightinabud: “The artist seeks contact with his intuitive sense of the gods, but in order to create his work, he cannot stay in this seductive and incorporeal realm. He must return to the material world in order to do his work. It’s the artist’s responsibility to balance mystical communication and the labor of creation.” ― Patti Smith, Just Kids
Artits: I’m just finishing reading “Just Kids” by... →
artits: I’m just finishing reading “Just Kids” by Patti Smith. In it she discusses how her mother always said how you spend the first day of the year is an indication on how you spend the rest of the year. When I read this I can’t help but think of my past new years days and how reflective they were of my…
I don’t have any desire to live on a planet that has no heroes, and no angels,...– Patti Smith (via patricialeesmith)