Monday, October 16, 2006 MY NEW BLOG

OK, I've had it w/Blogger. It won't post right away, I can't format, so I'm moving on. Yahoo Blogger has 24/7 tech support!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

CBGB's: Patti, Ramones, Blondie, Television et a

The Patti I knew, but haven't heard since 1976, was on Sirius, live from CBGB's -- their last live show in NY. I'm finishing a huge stack of photos for a book submission, and coincidentally working on shots of her from LA's Roxy, November 11, 1976. Tonight she covered Television, Blondie, Dead Boys and when taking a bathroom break, the boys covered da brudders. Cos of all the bands CBGBs spawned, who is more influential and universally beloved than the Ramones?

Patti put on one helluva show. Amazing. Wonder what Danny Fields was feeling/thinking? He is one of my all time fave people. I just wish I had some idea who he was when I knew him. I can’t wait to hear back from friends in the audience. But the drag is: how do you put a night like this into words? And how can those words ever replace not being there?

Last night I walked to an art opening down the street. The first comment when I pulled out a flyer w/my pix was, "so you shot at CBGB's, NY." I steadfastly shot down any and all suggestions I show my photos at CBGB's gallery the past couple of years. I felt it would be dishonest -- I've never even flown over NY, let alone set foot there. I'm a LA gal, and those bands played here, you know?

Anyway, you know how so many people talk about how much the Ramones changed their life, whether seeing them or hearing them? For me, it was Patti. "Horses," November, 1975 on my turntable. January, 1976, live at the Roxy. I can't begin to explain how I felt standing in line, waiting that cold winter eve, then seeing people come in when the doors finally opened. I swore to myself I'd figure out a way to be first in line. I can't sing, manage, or write songs, but I just knew this was my life. I planted the seeds to become a rock photographer, although even when I shot the Ramones the following August -- because I loved Dee Dee Ramones' cheekbones -- I still didn't have a clue I'd take some of the most iconic and beloved punk shots. I never imagined being published, let alone working on Patti photos 30 years later.

Back to Patti -- by the time I found a seat at the Roxy that cold January night, the club was packed (I realize later lots of people stayed over from the first show) so that I couldn't even see her perform. But her presence, her voice -- so memorable. Truly life changing.

She's talking about Lenny. Oh Lenny, talk about an icon! I was so shy and naive I had NO idea Lenny's writing/music background. The last time I saw them, August, 2001, the Roxy yet again, he hugged and kissed me. Patti hugged me outside during sound check. I remain stunned.

“Redondo Beach” dedicated to Jane Friedman. I often wonder where is she? I have some lovely backstage shots of Jane. Jane was one of the sweetest, kindest persons I met in rock. Lovely to hear her name.

I last saw Patti at the Troubadour, October 15th last year. Those last two times were disappointing -- hard to hear her lyrics. Tonight the mix is the way I like it: her voice up front and clear, the musicians in the background. Like Barbra Streisand. Some singers are stars on their own and music drowns them out. No offense Flea, Jackson, Jesse and others. I just wanna hear Patti and tonight, it's magic.

Oops, missed the last hour, thank goodness for DVR, cos I’m taping it via my Dish. Had to see “Desperate Housewives” live and it was better tonight than it’s been in ages. Poor Susan, does she have bad luck or what? How is she gonna convince Mike after Edie’s brainwashed him? Edie can be so convincing and Susan sounds like she’s lying when she’s telling the truth. Poor thang. Gabby is outta her mind. She and Carlos were perfect for each. What’s the deal with Bree’s husband Orson and Mike? Will Tom be able to run a pizza parlor? Will Lynette ever say what she really feels?

Back to work. I've been in a funk. Last night I kept dreaming about Dee Dee. I tried to contact him after his first painting show in LA. I didn't try hard enough and I still feel so guilty about it. I think he would have loved seeing those early photos. Maybe some would have inspired him w/his paintings.

It's awful, awful to have nightmares like that. I kept tossing and turning, trying to get those images/feelings out of my dreams. The guilt of not showing him photos, not finding him. I was in such a bad place in my life until recently. And the darkness always surrounds me, threatening to take over my life again. But the photos are the light that keep me going. I know I'm depressed cos my scanner died. Gotta finish these photos and pray I license enough to get my desperately needed scanner.

Although Patti is singing about a Gitmo prisoner born the same year as her son, so many of us have invisible chains. Now she's talking about satellite radio and operas.

One last thank you to CBGB’s and those early bands. What a different world we’d inhabit if there had been no CBGB’s and the bands who congregated there. Everyone in a band or thinking of being in a band has a lot to live up to. Between the Ramones legacy and Patti’s still amazing live shows, punk is certainly not dead! They may close doors, tear down venues, but the music and musicians live on. Rock on!

And yes, I’m one of the lucky few to have seen those bands early on. Memories, stories and photos to share with the rest of the world. It’s a heavy burden, and I struggle every day to do my part.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Duck Soup

Ohmygawd, it's almost 3 AM and I'm still working. Just saw last half of "Horse Feathers" and all of "Duck Soup" on TCM. I love the Marx Brothers. I truly think it's in my genes. My mother always said she didn't know where my sense of humor came from, but it's gotta be a Russian/German Jewish thing. I love that scene in Woody Allen's "Hannah and Her Sisters" and he's felling suicidal. He's walking around and enters a theatre. What's playing? "Duck Soup," the perfect antidote to the blues.

Saw 1969 episode with Groucho on Dick Cavett on TCM earlier tonight. Groucho was 79 years old, singing, dancing and saying the wittiest remarks. I remember seeing that the first time. I was in college and "Duck Soup" was re-released around that time, having been out of circulation for at least 3 decades. Considered a flop when it first played, but praised as a timeless classic during the Vietnam War by '60's teens and college students.

That's when some of us actually took to the streets and marched locally and in Washington, DC until the government finally had to throw in the towel. People truly had more power then because they exercised their power. Not like today, where they don't mourn the death of Habeus Corpus. Check out Keith Obermann if you don't get him on cable/satellite. He brilliantly demonstrated how all but one of the Bill of Rights have been eradicated by the current regime. I don't just blame the Repugs -- the Dems have been sitting on their asses and long-time enablers to the Rethugs.

OK, TCM is playing a Daffy Duck/Porky Pig cartoon. It's time to hit the hay before the sun comes up. One last thought: when I was in high school and college, I watched not only Dick Cavett, but Mervy Griffin, Mike Douglas, and David Frost. They LISTENED to their guests, who were THE stars of the day, whether John Lennon or Bette Davis. I will never forget when Merv's guest was Orson Welles, who opened up to the public as he never had, and passed away that night. Or Katherine Hepburn, who NEVER gave interviews til Cavett. I truly wish ALL those episodes were available. That's entertainment.

By the way, if these posts appear a day or two after I've written them, don't blame me. I don't know why Blogger is not posting these right away. Well, just gotta laugh about it!

Campus Ladies and Death of my Scanner

Ohmygawd, I love "Campus Ladies." "Desperate Housewives" no longer makes me howl. But "Campus Ladies," now that's funny. I also love "Sex and the City" reruns, although running them out of order is sooo distracting. TV programmers obviously don't get the women change over the course of time, as do the fashions and men. They don't care, just slap one episode after another, who cares if so much is lost.

What a fucked day. My slide/neg scanner finally died (I literally laid my head next to my keyboard and cried), high res scans I eagerly waited for (from a major project) are sharpened to the point of excess pixelation (what the fuck?!), and a few other problems. Of course centered around money or the lack of.

I dug up awesome 999 shots with tons of punks dancing/moshing on the Whisky stage, Magazine, Lene Lovitch, Ian Drury at the Masque and others for a book submission, but no, they shall stay buried in my drawer. I turned down going to a party at Shooting Gallery, who is currently showing a few of my photos. Gotta work.

But life goes on, and I work with what I've got. Which is a lot of work, so back to it. Because I've wanted a decent, long lasting slide/neg scanner since I first started using a computer. In 1988. That's a long time, so I gotta work harder. Or find someone with a good connection w/Nikon. Nikon 9000, is that too much to ask? So people can really see what I shot?

Thank goodness for comedy, especially those wild and crazy Campus Ladies. Cos I can't begin to express my sadness. Damn that scanner, couldn't wait til I could afford to replace it. Now that I'm in a big work mode and now that people are finally coming to me for major projects. Ah, the glamorous life. Thank god for my memories. Cos it sure hurts, knowing what I've got and not being able to bring them to life. Yet.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Problems w/Blogger

OK, I've tried and tried to update this bloody blog to include crediting MS MAGAZINE. I've approved the moderated comments (have to moderate cos otherwise I get spammed). I need to move my blog elsewhere, but too busy.

I also prefer formatting, but gave up cos it often wouldn't allow me to post any of my blog when I started to format it. So I apologize to those who wrote and your comments not posted. I apologize for not posting more blogs. I've taught all the major computer programs in colleges throughout the '90's, so I know my way around the computer. I've written tech support and of course I never get anything but canned answers. So that's the number one reason I don't blog often.



Wednesday, October 04, 2006


I haven't posted anything in months, although I continue to write many long emails every day. Things are heating up and life could not be better. However, I must respond to a very hot issue that is gaining momentum via the net and press. I am so glad women are coming out and not only admitting they had an abortion, but they have NO REGRETS.

Add my name to Ms. magazine's list. I got knocked up at the Whisky, in the upstairs backstage bathroom. Doctors always told me I could never get pregnant, and the ONE time I didn't use birth control, it took. I can never remember the year -- either Fall, 1978 or '79. I always have to look it up and I can't be bothered. But if I had that child, my life would haven been ruined. And the child would be a mess.

Don't believe that crap women have regrets or all women were destined to be mothers. It's bullshit.

Think about this: if I had that child, there would be no Jenny Lens Punk Archive. Which is more valuable: my archive (which extends beyond punk) or another unwanted child?

Second topic: Mark Foley, Hastert and the GOP cover-up, the party of "Values." Discuss amongst everyone, and vote DEMOCRATIC!! As a registered Green, I say let's hold both parties feet to the fire, which begins with Democratic control of Congress.

OUR LIVES ARE AT STAKE!! Ok, back to work!

Take care!