“The Stars Turn, and a Time Presents Itself”:::
I started thinking about all the band photographs I have taken since the early 1990’s, when I first tested the waters with a camera. Musicians were my first muse, before I established a model stable, a steady fuse that still burns today. I realized with a tiny shock, that not a single band in my photographic collection is still together today.
Of course……not shocking at all:
being in a band is the very essence of a photograph: “it is a flash in a moment of time” (Portersville, 1998).
My very first band photo was a live shot of Delta of Venus, at the El-n-Gee in January 1993:
Fatal Film photoshoot at the Waterford Drive-In Theater 6 March 2004
Estrogen and Tonic (ONE HALF OF PAISLEY JUNGLE!!!!!!!) Hygienic Rock Fix 29 January 2005
Lotus at the Green Marble 1994
Low Beam at Hygienic Rock Fix in New London January 2005
Incessant Pop Group chez Centraal Studios, 2005
Slander band photo June 2012 in our backyard
Over these twenty years, I have photographed in pretty much chronologic order: Delta of Venus, 17 Relics, Lotus, Mindbender, Magpie, MAP, Doug, Cigarette, The Reducers, Vera From Alice, Grand Passion, Semaphore, Mona Gritch, Adams Onis, $3 Depth Charge, Black Pig Liberation Front, AmberTones, Portersville, Roger Human Being, Seratonin, Low Beam, Estrogen and Tonic, Fatal Film, Quiet Life, Ringers, Sodium Lights, Incessant Pop Group, and Slander.
The music of many of these bands can be heard here in the music archive, carefully maintained by Mat Tarbox. The origin of PortFire was in MMA: Mystic Music Archive, and after the Chez Depot Memorial Show in July 2011, it was decided that a larger Artist website would better serve the talent of the roster.
“I can’t find my way home..
That’s when I don’t need you.”
Incessant Pop Group, Anhedonia, from Batterie Electronique, 2006
Wilson was a Cambridge-educated intellectual, trade unionist, Situationist, Granada TV star and post-punk record-label co-founder.
Ryder was a street urchin singer and songwriter with an appetite for drugs so ferocious he once infamously sold his clothes to buy crack (he’s now several years clean).
Despite both hailing from Salford, the two should probably never have crossed paths, much less worked together and formed a deep and long-lasting bond which once saw Wilson describe Ryder’s slice-of-life, vernacular-heavy lyrics as being “on a par with WB Yeats”.
— Malcolm Jack