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Showing posts with label willie deville. Show all posts
Showing posts with label willie deville. Show all posts

August 8, 2009

R.I.P. Souteneur!...WILLIE DEVILLE IS DEAD - cryin like a fucking baby. my junco padnah died - IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHO HE WAS, YOU WILL...AUTOPLAY

So long,pimp...

14 hours ago
(JUST FOUND OUT FROM MY DAILYMOTION SITE COMMENTS) SERIOUSLY, IF YOU DON'T LIKE WILLIE DEVILLE, YOU MIGHT WANT TO MAKE YOURSELF SCARCE FOR A WHILE.

Hit de ayer: Spanish Stroll

Fallece Willie DeVille a los 53 años de edad, probablemente el rockero que más y mejor supo acercar la cultura hispana a los clásicos norteamericanos.

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Hoy ha muerto Willie DeVille. Hace un mes le detectaron un cáncer de páncreas que se lo ha llevado enseguida. Willie será recordado en los noticiarios por su latinizada versión del ‘Hey Joe’ de Hendrix y ese ‘Demasiado Corazón’ que la semana que viene muchos escucharéis tocar por las orquestas de vuestros pueblos y barrios, en las fiestas del día 15 de agosto. Pero Willie no sólo era ese. DeVille era un tipo excesivo, que se había metido todo lo que había caído en sus manos, que tuvo los cojones de reivindicar la tradición norteamericana en el CBGB en 1976, entre unos emergentes Ramones, Blondie y Television.


Mink DeVille se llamaba su banda, en la que se postuló como un Lou Reed latino, que cantaba sobre las calles del Lower East Side, sobre putas y chulos latinos, coches y trapicheos, acercando como nadie el rock and roll y el blues clásico a la tradición de los países centroamericanos. Sus primeros discos contaron con las prestigiosas colaboraciones de genios como Jack Nitzsche, Dr. John, Elvis Costello o Nick Lowe. Jagger se declaró fan de su tema ‘Mixed Up, Shook Up Girl’ y temas como ‘Cadillac Walk’, ‘She’s So Tough’ o la maravillosa ‘Just Your Friends’ son clásicos absolutos del Sonido New Jersey, acuñado para Bruce Springsteen. Su carrera con Mink DeVille continuó hasta 1986, año a partir del cual iniciaría su carrera en solitario, editando su último disco en 2004. Nunca obtuvo tanto éxito en Estados Unidos como en Europa, donde es muy querido y respetado, especialmente en Francia por su idilio con la ciudad de París, en la que pasó largas temporadas.

‘Spanish Stroll’ es simplemente eso, un paseo español, un paseo por el barrio hispano del Village en el que se crió DeVille, donde se cruza con chicas que le mangonean, que le engatusan para robarle la tele, la radio y el coche, ante la mirada de chulos que se vanaglorian de las pipas que llevan en el bolsillo interior de sus chaquetas y de haberse mudado a los barrios del Upper, con los latinos respetables como Tito Puente o Ray Barretto. Un ‘Walk On The Wild Side’ latino. Disfrutad de esta rabiosa versión en vivo. Hasta siempre, Willie.

June 14, 2007

Willy Deville talks Johnny Thunders (John Anthony Genzale, Jr.) Dead in the Quarter OR Started out on Burgundy...


https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/db/NLN_Johnny_Thunders.jpg

in '96 i lived two blocks from willie. after his girlfriend started buying art at my gallery i got up the nerve to go over one night, and for the next three years spent as much time there hangin' out on his stoop as possible, discussing music and doctors, like:
doc pomus, dr. john, little jimmy scott, little willie john, nyc, mardi gras indians, etc.
but mostly local characters of whom he was definitely one. i got to admire his antique furniture, artwork, and his Victorian eyeglass collection, and got to share with him some of my cures for headaches which he always appreciated but wouldn't ever share with his girlfriend, and which was always repaid by early morning serenades in his studio in the back of the apt. featured above, accompanied by their yapping dog, dixie belle.
Singer Willy DeVille, who lived next door to the hotel in which Thunders died, described his death this way:
I don't know how the word got out that I lived next door, but all of a sudden the phone started ringing and ringing. Rolling Stone was calling, the Village Voice called, his family called, and then his guitar player called. I felt bad for all of them. t was a tragic end, and I mean, he went out in a blaze of glory, ha ha ha, so I thought I might as well make it look real good, you know, out of respect, so I just told everybody that when Johnny died he was laying down on the floor with his guitar in his hands. I made that up. When he came out of the St. Peter's Guest House, riga mortis had set in to such an extent that his body was in a U shape. When you're laying on the floor in a fetal position, doubled over - well, when the body bag came out, it was in a U. It was pretty awful.
courtesy of junkipedia
 
i've included this next article for my host:
Johnny Thunders låg död på mitt hotellrum NEW ORLEANS
Iko Iko
Sitter i Johnny Thunders dödsrum, dricker Hurricane, lyssnar på Dr John och stoppar nålar i voodoodockan.
Men ångbåtsorgeltanten tutar vidare.
Rum 37 på hotell St Peters House är litet, kostar 69 dollar, jag sitter på sängen.
På andra sidan korsningen Burgundy Street (Rue de Bourgogne) och St Peter Street ligger CD"s Saloon - baren där punkrockens Dean Martin, heroinisten Johnny Thunders, träffade två skurkar och tog sitt sista glas.
Sedan hittades New York Dolls-mannen död här på golvet, utanför toaletten. Rånad och antagligen mördad av dåliga droger. Han hade också lymfkörtelcancer.
and your host has been kind enough without the aid of nicotine to translate it into pidginglish:


"Johnny Thunders was laying dead in my hotel room"

Sitting in Johnny Thunders room of death, drinking Hurricane, listening to Dr John and putting needles in the voodoo doll.

But the steamboat-organist-lady is still horning away

Room 37 on hotel St Peters House is tiny, costs 69 dollar, I'm sitting on the bead.

On the other side of the Burgundy Street (Rue de Bourgogne) och St Peter Street crossing is CD"s Saloon - the bar where the Dean Martin of punk rock, the heroinist Johnny Thunders, met two crooks and had his last glass.

Later the New York Dolls-man was found dead död here on the floor, outside the toilet. Robbed and probably murdered by bad drugs. He also had lymphocyte cancer.

Han was 38 years old.

Thunders sang "You can"t put you arms around a memory" and Per Bjurman likes him alot.

Bjurton likes New Orleans alot too. He's a sinner, he's a saint.

Bon voyage, baby.

My travel companion, Svenska Dagbladets enfant terrible, the man with William Faulkners "Sound and the Fury" on the nighstand, puts the needles in the country music enthusiast who can find a five star record every week and I've got two guys - you know who you are, teehee - back in the old country who will receive my needles in the voodoo doll for 15 dollars.

but fiest I'm aiming at the lousy lady onboard the Mississippi steamboat Nachez. Her off-key steamorgan squeels by Tennessee Williams tramway "Linje Lusta" and perhaps all the way to Tipetina"s and I'm sure voodoo musician Professor Longhair, whos head you ought to rub there, had put his needles into her if he had been into voodoo.

Been her in "The Big Easy" four times now, but never seen Mystikal or Master P. Or Dr John. But the lady plays the steamboat every time..

My voodoo must be wrong.

Voodoo religion exists only in Haiti, in Brasil and here in Louisiana. 15 % of New Orleans population is down with voodoo. The local voodoo saint is Marie Laveau but that doesn't help me. The old lady still plays.

I wish someone could rub my head too. Well, this sickening headache; I don't know whether it was the cajun-martini I had at Paul Prudhomme's Louisiana-cooking-restaurant, K-Pauls, or if it is the plague from NYC, or if it's the flu, or if the needle I put in Mr. X's head backfired...

That's how the story goes.


Respect voodoo.


Like Dr John sings :
"After you rub it a while, you dub it."
Meeting perhaps the worlds fattest black gay. He's cooking his cajun sausages Po-Boys together with a tiny little transvestite at Clover Grill, a little place on Borbon Street and Dumaine.
"Come on in, ya"ll, we not gonna eat ya, he says and flirts with a gumbo in the hand.
What a man!"

Many rumors surround Johnny's death at the St. Peter House in New Orleans, Louisiana in April, 1991. He apparently died of drug-related causes, (i'm sorry but i'm just not buying that) was it accidental or the result of foul play?

Dee Dee Ramone (and you know how fond jt was of dd) took a call in New York the next day from Stevie Klasson, Johnny's rhythm guitar player.
"They told me that Johnny had gotten mixed up with some bastards... who ripped him off for his methadone supply. They had given him LSD and then murdered him. He had gotten a pretty large supply of methadone in England, so he could travel and stay away from those creeps - the drug dealers, Thunders imitators, and losers like that."
What is known for certain is that Johnny's room (no. 37) was ransacked...cont.
here.