Archive for Nico

Dear Landlord

Posted in constructions, music, projects with tags , , , , , , , on October 31, 2009 by darcyarts

Morning pages 10.31.09*

John Cale’s tinkling piano was a great addition to the sound that the Velvet Underground dragged out of the factory and into the consciousness of all deep thinking musicians.

John Cale, Pisces two, somehow the weaker. Weaker? I love the cello, the violin, the drone.

Left alone, I don’t sense the depth but everybody has a part to play.

I am awake and I have done my 10 miles on the fakebike after a couple of days off. Virus made my body achy and fatigued but not too bad.

Today Frank and I will go to Colleen Barry’s Halloween party. Time has worked things around so that the artist I’ve admired most in Redding has invited me to a gathering.

Beings of light and the powers that be have sent energy through time and here I am on the receiving end.

The sun is shining, I’m in my work space by the windows, looking out on the yard, listening to Lou Reed sing Heroin cuz I am tuned in to all the Velvets songs on my iPod. It’s a good morning.

“I’ll be your mirror,” sings Nico. “Please put down your hands, cuz I see you.”

I am waiting for iTunes to load up a new version of something. I just wanted to import the Velvets third and most holy album to my nano. I wait.

Earlier, I danced down the walkway outside the house while listening to I’m Waiting for My Man, a little double stepping to come down from the fakebike high, sloowly.

There are certain things we assume these days about staying alive. We assume that money is essential. We assume that we must go to work in exchange for money. We aren’t providing for our own needs. We aren’t growing everything we eat. We have been largely driven away from the agrarian format. We accept a lot of middle men in our lives.

“I’m waiting for my middle man.”

“Dear Landlord, please don’t take away my ____.” My what? Can’t remember Bob’s line. John Wesley Harding is a good LP. It’s been a long time.

Oh, no. It’s “please don’t put a price on”  something. On what?

Google, memory’s middle man, will help me out.


Oh, yeah “Dear landlord, please don’t put a price on my soul.” How could I forget? That’s what I’m taking about.

*Please forgive my self-indulgence. I’m trying out Julia Cameron’s free write experiment. This is my first day.

True Confessions

Posted in Art, music, nature with tags , , , on November 17, 2008 by darcyarts

It’s deep into fall and the big tree next door is turning.


Listening to Nico’s “Chelsea Girl.”



 It puts you in a certain time and place if you take the simple approach.

1967. New York City. Post Velvet Underground. A handful of young musicians flowed through her life at this time. She had asked Tim Buckley to play guitar for her act. He was toting around an enormous ego and said no. His friend Jackson Brown traveled from the rural splendor and sunshine of Orange County/LA and hit the big city.

Brown spent some quality time with Nico. You can here it on “Chelsea Girl” which opens with his song The Fairest of the Seasons.

There are two more of his songs.

Here is the track listing from the wiki:

[edit] Side A

  1. “The Fairest of the Seasons” (Jackson Browne, Gregory Copeland) – 4:06
  2. These Days” (Jackson Browne) – 3:30
  3. “Little Sister” (John Cale, Lou Reed) – 4:22
  4. “Winter Song” (Cale) – 3:17
  5. “It Was a Pleasure Then” (Nico, Reed, Cale) – 8:02

[edit] Side B

  1. “Chelsea Girls” (Reed, Sterling Morrison) – 7:22
  2. I’ll Keep It With Mine” (Bob Dylan) – 3:17
  3. “Somewhere There’s a Feather” (Browne) – 2:16
  4. “Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams” (Reed) – 5:07
  5. “Eulogy to Lenny Bruce” (Tim Hardin) – 3:45

 Interesting songs. I like Nico.

I am prejudiced in favor of the Taurus but Nico’s most interesting lover and the one that conjures the most enticing visuals in my mind is James Osterberg (Iggy Pop). 

I think I remember reading that she cooked him brown rice and veggies. Can you see it?

 Here’s a fairly recent Iggy interview. And a link to check out his autobiography “I Need More.” What a great slogan for a Taurus.

I must confess that if I were Nico I would have to sample the fine young James Osterberg, too. I would cook him brown rice and vegetables but I might throw in some chicken. We’d probably need protein for energy. I’d give him whatever he liked best. Jackson Browne was cute but Iggy/James was busting out all over.

I found a couple of cool things that I couldn’t resist buying even though I recently pledged to start stuffing my mattress with cash for the impending tough times.

I never go to the mall. There is rarely anything there that I find attractive and even when there is I can rarely bring myself to pay the retail price for it.

I went last week to do the question of the week for my news factory employer. After finding the requisite amount of strangers on whom I popped the question I went into a new store called Torrid. It seems to be a Hot Topic for women with more abundant pulchritude and a more punky attitude.

I found black tights with silver glitter skulls! Nutty, irresistable and they were on sale!



In this same shop I also found a couple of cool scarves and a shirt with cute skulls. Here it is with a white scarf I dyed in the great marooning. I hesitated on the shirt. Thinking I could live without it. But then it just wouldn’t let me go. It danced in my head and I went back a few days later and plopped down the cash.


You Know I Love Andy

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , , on May 11, 2008 by darcyarts

Andy Warhol was one of the coolest Americans hatched this last century. He dug strange people, encouraged everyone to create supported the Velvet Underground, implanted Nico into their midst loved and honored drag queens and understood, better than anyone else, the psychic motivations of capitalism and celebrity worship.

Though he felt like a haunted Catholic ugly duckling at times deep inside I think he knew that he was a stunning creature with a searingly brilliant and alien intelligence. Amen.

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