....... ..... and the Jerks

So Teenage Jesus and the Jerks played the Knitting Factory in N.Y.C the other night.... (the legendary No Wave band that Lydia Lunch fronted way back in the late 70's) 2 shows for 1 night only and I wasn't there. I wasn't even remotely in the neighourhood, I was stuck in London, England in fact. I have had a long, long love affair with this band.... can't remember whether I first heard them on John Peel or while sprawling on the floor in a friends bedroom while vinyl was being spun in 1978. Thirty fucking years... I have dilligently carried this single around with me from flat to flat for thirty fucking years!, there is something slightly obscene about the passage of time but therin lies it's beauty.


I guess I'm slightly guilty of fetishising various possessions that I own and this is a prime example.. I'm not really down with band reunions though... in fact I'm extremely suspicious to say the least... but when friday (the 13th) came around I found myself pining for another taste of Lydia Lunch. I've had various encounters with her over the years in both a professional and social capacity... (we have mutual friends and I've been commissioned to take her photograph). She has pinched my arse and given me shit in equal measures, but it has always been a challenge and a consumate pleasure. Thank fucking god she exists.
Out of all of the shots that I've taken of her here are some of my favourites...
This was taken in her dressing room at the Garage in London in the mid 90's.
Here she is with the very wonderful Cathi Unsworth at The Horse Hospital in London, where she did a reading from Cathi's book 'The Not Knowing" in 2006.

More to come...