Mediander is celebrating World Photo Day 2015 by showcasing one of our favorite places to view photos in New York City, the Morrison Hotel Gallery. The name should be familiar from the Doors’ 1970 album Morrison Hotel, for which gallery founder (and legendary music photographer) Henry Diltz shot the famous cover.
On Christmas morning 1984, my parents handed me a small, flat package. After quickly tearing off the paper, I was mildly puzzled to find a CD copy of my favorite album from that year: U2’s Unforgettable Fire. “But I don’t have a CD play—,” I blurted. Holding a larger box, my father said, “Now open this.”
John Lennon first met Yoko Ono in November 1966 at London’s Indica Gallery, the night before a show of hers opened. Despite the fast approaching deadline, the gallery space still appeared bare and unfinished, with installation equipment strewn about—but then again, for a show called Unfinished Paintings and Objects, who could really tell what was art and what was incidental? Lennon approached a whitewashed ladder in the middle of the room and took a hard, close look. He began to climb it. At the top he found a magnifying glass and, training it on the ceiling, he read a tiny printed word: YES. He was in love.
The esteemed experimental composer Philip Glass’s new memoir, Words Without Music, is misnamed. Its title implies a book full of words and devoid of music. In truth, Glass’s riveting text teems with musicality.
I’ll admit it. I’m a Gleek. Ever since Glee premiered in May 2009, I’ve been hooked. Socially relevant and at times wildly inappropriate, the show revolves around a high school choir as they fight against stereotypes and celebrate their love of music. From the start it struck a major chord in my life, not to mention my iTunes account, and I’ve never been the same since.
In case anybody forgot, Carrie Brownstein isn’t just a comedian, she’s a rock star. This was proven once again when Sleater-Kinney took the stage at New York’s Terminal 5, where the trio—Brownstein and Corin Tucker on guitars and vocals, Janet Weiss on drums—put on an awesome set of anthems and reminded everybody that girls can rock, hard. Oh God, it felt so good to have them back. For many of us, it was like getting a piece of ourselves back, too.