Showing posts with label the 80s. Show all posts
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4/3/18

RAW! UNCUT! VIDEO!



RAW! UNCUT! VIDEO!- 
DOCUMENTARY ABOUT PALM DRIVE VIDEO

RAW! UNCUT! VIDEO! 
feature-length documentary about the gay fetish porn studio Palm Drive Video. 
Created by famed leathermen Jack Fritscher and Mark Hemry during the 1980s home video revolution, this homegrown mail-order company expanded the boundaries of sexual experimentation and promoted kink as an integral form of safe sex during the height of the AIDS epidemic.
As AIDS devastated queer communities, a pervasive fear of sexual activity overtook American culture – and drove many LGBTQ folks back into the ‘closet’. Because fetish does not require an exchange of bodily fluids, Palm Drive Video was founded as a safe-sex service that offered viewers new sexual possibilities in an age of plague. Using rugged men hand-picked from small-town bars, rodeos, county fairgrounds, body-building contests, construction sites and back alleys, the studio focused on a diversity of all-male fetish scenarios – from extreme BDSM to mud worship, medical torture, and leather cowboys. With unlimited access to the Fritscher-Hemry archive, intimate observational footage of Jack and Mark today, and interviews with other legendary experts on gay fetish, 
RAW! UNCUT! VIDEO! reconstructs an erotic underground of hot men and wild sex that paved the way for sex-positive activism and a proliferation of LGBTQ community-building around niche sexualities.

3/13/18

MATT DIKE


Matt Dike, 1962-2018

I HAVE ALLOT OF PERSONAL MEMORIES OF MATT DIKE- HIS CLUBS-
 RHYTHM LOUNGE, NAIROBI ROOM AND POWER TOOLS. 
I WAS ASKED TO CREATE A "BAD FASHION SHOW" AT POWER TOOLS-
 RIP MATT  

Matt Dike, co-founder of iconic record label Delicious Vinyl, producer of enduring hits for 1980s hip-hop stars Tone-Loc and Young MC, and driving creative force behind Beastie Boys’ 1989 album Paul’s Boutique, has died.
Dike formed record label Delicious Vinyl with co-founder Mike Ross in Los Angeles in 1987. The label’s first releases included 12-inch singles “On Fire/Cheeba Cheeba” by Tone-Loc and “Do This” by Cuba-American rapper Mellow Man Ace. Within 18 months of forming the label, Delicious Vinyl released Tone-Loc’s “Wild Thing,” selling over two million copies via heavy MTV airplay of its Tamra Davis-directed video, a sly parody of Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love.” The song’s incorporation of a Van Halen drum fill was indicative of the surprising source material, undeniable mass appeal and utter fun that were hallmarks of Dike’s production style.
Matthew Dike was born on December 2, 1962 in West Nyack, New York, and grew up in the town of Tuxedo Park, approximately forty miles north of New York City. His father, Constant Dike, was a master carpenter who built the Dike family home on We-Wah Lake. His parents (mother Tanya) raised the Dike siblings (brother Lane, sister Vikyana) as strict Jehovah’s Witnesses, banning records by Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath from the house. Young Matt was not so easily discouraged.
photo by Mario Caldato Jr.
Matt Dike (photo by Mario Caldato Jr.)
In May, 1974, Matt was taken by his older brother Lane to see his heroes Mott The Hoople at the Uris Theatre on W. 52nd St. in New York City. Matt clambered onstage and was handed a guitar pick by Mott guitarist Ariel Bender, which he kept in his pocket for many years afterwards. In the late ‘70s, Dike visited his childhood friend Phil Volkoff, then attending NYU and living in the infamous Weinstein dormitory, where Matt DJed a party for the first time, repeatedly playing Joe Jackson’s “Got the Time” at the request of a then-unknown teenage artist named Jean-Michel Basquiat.
Dike arrived in Los Angeles in 1980. He began assembling a collection of garish mohair sweaters and ‘70s funk, rock, and disco records, all deeply unfashionable and available cheap at L.A.’s bountiful thrift stores. By 1983 he was putting his look and sound to use at a club called Rhythm Lounge, founded by artist Salomon Emquies, where Matt’s taste in music came to the attention of UCLA student, DJ and avowed funk fanatic Mike Ross.
“I walked into the club and it was completely going off,” remembers Mike Ross. “When I looked behind the turntables I see this white dude playing killer jams one after another, old school funk, disco and hip-hop. I thought, who is this? I had a feeling he was going to be my new best friend. Little did I know how deep Matt’s music lexicon was, and where’s we’d wind up taking it.” The pair’s burgeoning kinship led to the creation of Delicious Vinyl a few years later.
In an era before the lucrative DJ glut, Dike made ends meet as a gallery assistant for art dealer Larry Gagosian. He reconnected with Jean-Michel Basquiat when Gagosian brought Basquiat to Los Angeles for his first major West Coast Gallery show. Dike drove Jean-Michel around town, knocking together frames from discarded wood and witnessing the creation of significant Basquiat paintings including 1983’s “Eyes and Eggs.”
With his pal Tim Kelly, son of Silver Screen icon Gene Kelly, Dike started a nightclub named Nairobi Room at Ethiopian restaurant Red Sea on 3rd Street. It was another step in the legacy of transient clubs, most now forgotten, that fed a fertile L.A. music scene and fueled the rise of bands including Red Hot Chili Peppers and Jane’s Addiction. The scene provided Dike with a proving ground that by decade’s end led to the popular success of Delicious Vinyl.
First, Dike co-created and was the key DJ at Power Tools from 1985-87, held in the crumbling grandeur of the Park Plaza Hotel in downtown Los Angeles. Guests included Andy Warhol, Traci Lords, Joan Rivers and Pee-Wee Herman, and bands like Thelonious Monster, Fishbone, and a new rap act from New York City called Beastie Boys performed. Beasties’ contentious onstage meltdown brought a young sound designer named Mario Caldato, Jr. out of the crowd to offer the services of his superior sound system. Caldato would become an important part of the Delicious Vinyl creative braintrust as the label’s in-house engineer. “Without Mario we would have never gotten anything done,” Dike said years later.
After Dike and co-promoter Jon Sidel pulled the plug on Power Tools, Dike and Ross founded Delicious Vinyl in 1987. After producing Tone-Loc’s follow-up smash “Funky Cold Medina,” Dike and Ross had another million-selling single in Young MC’s “Bust A Move,” one of the most credible and endearing hip-hop songs to ever cross over to the upper echelon of the pop charts. The label released lauded, Afro-centric hip-hop albums by Def Jef, and realized Dike’s dream of adding a heavy rock act to the label by signing Masters Of Reality away from Rick Rubin’s Def American Recordings.
Dike then lent his sampling skills to Beastie Boys’ sophomore opus Paul’s Boutique (Capitol, 1989), abetted by the production work of Dust Brothers Mike Simpson and John King. Initially a commercial flop, Paul’s Boutique has been exonerated into lasting classic status. “The album was a complete and utter failure at the time,” Dike said in 2014. “It didn’t sell shit! But it got mind-blowing reviews, which I think is better for me in the long run.” The album is the last major release bearing Matt Dike’s production credit.
Matt Dike left Delicious Vinyl in 1992, relinquishing sole ownership to Michael Ross, who retains ownership to this day. Living in a mansion in Echo Park that allegedly once belonged to silent film star Fatty Arbuckle, Dike retreated from public life. Journalist Dan LeRoy, in his 33 1/3 book on Paul’s Boutique, noted that Dike had fallen so far from view that his surname was misspelled “Dyke” in the liner notes to Beastie Boys Anthology: Sounds of Science (released in 1999).
In recent years, Dike expressed surprise that the records he’d made years earlier have endured, and continue to delight new generations of music fans around the world. “It’s mind-blowing. I just wanted to have as much fun as possible!”
Matt Dike passed away at home after a brief illness, with his brother Lane and sister Vikyana at his side. He is survived by his siblings, and his nephew Matthew.
–Peter Relic

3/4/18

THE MURDER OF DWIGHT HARRIS: A STORY BY RICK CASTRO




IN THE LATE 1970’S I WAS A STRUGGLING SOMETHING….

DABBLING IN THE FASHION INDUSTRY, I WORKED FOR THE CALIFORNIA APPAREL NEWS AS AN LAYOUT  ARTIST. THIS WAS THE ERA WHEN YOU ACTUALLY RECEIVED TYPE WRITTEN PRINT, THEN RUN IT THRU A GLUE BACKING MACHINE, LAY-IT OUT, CUT WITH AN EXACTO BLADE. AND THEN PASTE TO THE PAGE- CUT &PASTE.
I WORKED THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT- 9PM TILL 4AM

I WAS SURPRISED I EVEN GOT THE JOB. I WAS  ENROLLED IN A FASHION ILLUSTRATION CLASS AT LOS ANGELES TRADE TECHNICAL COLLEGE. 
I FOUND OUT A CLASSMATE WAS WORKING FOR C.A.N.
 (CALIFORNIA APPAREL NEWS).
 I ASKED HER IF THEY NEEDED ANYBODY. SHE SET ME UP WITH AN APPOINTMENT.  THEY HIRED ME. JUST LIKE THAT I BECAME A LAYOUT ARTIST.

I DIDN’T FIT IN AT C.A.N. THE OFFICE WAS VERY CLICKY. I DIDN’T HAVE A CLICK. 
THERE WAS ALLOT OF BROWN NOSERS, AND I DIDN’T DO THAT WELL. 
 NOT THAT TYPE OF BROWN NOSING ANYWAY. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN…
LUCKILY FOR ME THE FASHION EDITOR REBECCA VOIGHT LIKED ME. SHE WAS A FRIEND OF A FRIEND. I’D SHOWN HER MY ILLUSTRATION PORTFOLIO AND SHE LIKED IT.

THE REIGNING KING, (MORE LIKE QUEEN) OF WEST COAST FASHION ILLUSTRATION WAS FERNANDO FLORES.  HE ILLUSTRATED ALL EDITIONS OF C.A.N. AND ALSO ILLUSTRATED FOR HOME MAGAZINE, AND LA TIMES FASHION SUPPLEMENT. 
THAT WAS PRETTY MUCH IT. DURING THE 70S, LOS ANGELES DIDN’T HAVE AN INDUSTRY. FASHION WAS ALL CENTERED IN NEW YORK AND PARIS.

FERNANDO FLORES HAD GONE ON VACATION, OR SOMETHING OUTTA TOWN AND DIDN’T MAKE IT BACK FOR DEADLINE. I WAS TOLD IT WAS THE FIRST TIME THIS HAD EVER HAPPENED. 

SO THE JOB OF ILLUSTRATING AN ENTIRE ISSUE OF CALIFORNIA APPAREL NEWS FELL ON MY LAP. JUST LIKE THAT I BECAME A FASHION ILLUSTRATOR.  
MY SALARY QUADRUPLED IN ONE WEEK.
I THEN WENT ON TO ILLUSTRATE  FOR MENS APPAREL NEWS. 
KEEP IN MIND THE CIRCULATION FOR THESE PAPERS WAS MINIMAL.
 THERE SIMPLY WAS NO FASHION INDUSTRY IN LOS ANGELES.


ABOUT 2 MONTHS LATER A NEW DESIGNER BY THE NAME OF MARLENE STEWARD BROUGHT HER PAPER JUMPSUITS INTO THE C.A.N. OFFICE. THEY WANTED TO CREATE AN EDITORIAL WITH HER JUMPSUITS. MARLENE LIKED THE WAY I WAS DRESSED AND ASKED ME TO STYLE THE FASHION SHOOT.

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A STYLIST WAS. I THOUGHT IT ONLY REFERRED TO HAIR?
“DRESS THEM LIKE THE WAY YOU DRESS,” IS WHAT MARLENE STEWARD SAID TO ME. SO I DID. JUST LIKE THAT I BECAME A FASHION STYLIST.

THE PHOTOGRAPHER FOR THE SHOOT WAS AN EAGER, YOUNG BLACK GUY NAMED DWIGHT HARRIS.
WE WERE THE SAME AGE, SO I GUESS I WAS ALSO YOUNG, (21) AND EAGER. 
DWIGHT WAS TALL, LEAN, SEXY WITH A  SHORT-CROPPED BEARD. HE WAS VERY QUIET, ON THE SHY SIDE, BUT KNEW WHAT HE WANTED.  HE WAS A GOOD PHOTOGRAPHER. METHODICAL IN TECHNIQUE, YET COMPLETELY TRUSTING CREATIVELY WHAT I THOUGHT THE MODEL SHOULD WEAR AND LOOK LIKE.


WE DID THE SHOOT TOGETHER WITH MARLENE STEWARD’S PAPER JUMPSUITS, (SHE WENT ON TO DRESS DEVO, MADONNA AND MANY OLIVER STONE FILMS)  LATER DWIGHT ASKED ME IF I WOULD DO A “TEST” SHOOT” WITH A MODEL HE’D BEEN WORKING WITH- RUTHIE GALARGO.

COINCIDENTALLY I’D JUST REUNITED  WITH RUTHIE THE YEAR PRIOR AT THE OPENING OF THE WEST COAST FIORUCCI SHOP IN BEVERLY HILLS.  I’VE KNOW RUTHIE SINCE I WAS 17 FROM THE GAY CLUBS IN HOLLYWOOD LIKE GINO’S.
 (THESE EVENTS BOTH NEED THEIR OWN STORIES)


DWIGHT WANTED TO SHOOT AT THE SANTA ANITA RACE TRACK.
 INSPIRED BY THE DECO STYLE, I PULLED CLOTHING FROM A NEWLY OPENED SHOP IN WEST HOLLYWOOD- TOO SOON TO KNOW. THE FRENCH OWNER  BROUGHT IN SOME OF THE MOST INTERESTING EUROPEAN CLOTHING LOS ANGELES HAD SEEN. HER NAME WAS MICHELE LAMY,
(AGAIN THIS NEEDS ITS OWN STORY)


ON A SUNNY LA AFTERNOON, DWIGHT, RUTHIE AND I SHOT ROMANTIC IMAGES AT THE RACE TRACK.  RUTHIE THROWING HER BETTING TICKETS IN THE AIR LIKE SHE HAD WON. HORSES RACING IN THE BACKGROUND.  VERY CINEMATIC.

BTW- RUTHIE WENT ON TO MODEL FOR THERRY MUGLER AND PHOTOGRAPHERS PIERRE & GILIES. (NEEDS IT’S OWN STORY) 


AFTER THE SHOOT DWIGHT DROPPED RUTHIE  OFF FIRST, THEN DROVE ME HOME. 
HE HELPED ME CARRY THE CLOTHING INTO MY SINGLE ROOM APARTMENT ON LAS PALMAS AVE- THEN MADE AN OVERT PASS AT ME WHICH I QUICKLY ACCEPTED. 
ALTHOUGH QUIET WHEN SPEAKING, DWIGHT WAS NOT SHY IN BED……
AND HE HAD THIS HUGE DICK WHICH I FOUND INTIMIDATING.
I HADN’T BEEN WITH MANY MEN AS OF YET, SO THIS WAS NEW FOR ME. 
BTW I’M NOT A SIZE QUEEN, SO I BLUNTLY STATED,  
“THERE IS NO WAY THAT IS GOING ANYWHERE IN ME.” 
DWIGHT HAD A TIGHT BODY. AND A KILLER ASS, BUT HE ALSO DIDN’T WANT TO BE PENETRATED. WE DECIDED ON MM, (MUTUAL MASTURBATION).

A FEW DAYS LATER THERE WAS A SORE ON MY DICK! 
I WENT TO THE DOCTOR AND WAS PROMPTLY GIVEN ANTIBIOTICS. I DIDN’T SEE DWIGHT FOR MONTHS AFTER THAT. I WAS MAD AT HIM. WHEN I FINALLY DID SEE HIM AT A PARTY I TOOK HIM ASIDE AND OVER THE MUSIC YELLED,
 “YOU GAVE ME SYPHILIS!”
 “ I DIDN’T KNOW,” HE HELPLESSLY REPLIED.
 THIS WAS THE 70’S. IT WAS NOT UNCOMMON.

EVERY NOW AND AGAIN I WOULD SEE DWIGHT AT FASHION RELATED PARTIES. EVENTUALLY I LOST TRACK OF HIM. WE WENT OUR SEPARATE WAYS. 
I WAS STILL A LITTLE ANGRY WITH HIM.

LATER I HEARD FROM A MUTUAL FREIND DANNY RIOS THE FOLLOWING;
DWIGHT HARRIS WAS AT THE ONE WAY IN SILVERLAKE. MY FAVORITE LEATHER BAR OF THAT ERA.YOU WERE ALWAYS GUARANTEED A HOOK UP AT THE ONE WAY.
IT WAS LAST CALL JUST AS HE MET SOMEONE.
BEING TWO FRISKY LADS THEY DECIDED TO WALK TO THE NEARBY PARK OFF HOOVER AVE.
DURING THE CLIMAX PART OF THEIR AFFAIR, A GROUP OF LATINO GANG GUYS HAPPENED UPON THEM. THE WITNESSING OF TWO MEN TOGETHER PISSED THEM OFF SO MUCH ,THEY CHASED THEM DOWN. THE OTHER GUY SOMEHOW MANAGED TO ESCAPE. DWIGHT WAS EITHER SLOWER OR DRUNKER, BUT THE GANG CAUGHT UP WITH HIM. BASED ON REPORTS DWIGHT HARRIS WAS EITHER BEATEN, SHOT OR BOTH……….. TO DEATH.

MY BUSINESS PARTNER MICHI AND I ATTENDED DWIGHT’S FUNERAL IN LEIMERT PARK. MUCH TO MY SURPRISE RUTHIE GAVE THE EULOGY AS HIS GIRLFRIEND. 
I’D NEVER BEEN TO A BLACK FUNERAL. VARIOUS MEMBERS OF HIS FAMILY WAILED OUT OF CONTROL. EVENTUALLY THE ENTIRE ROOM WAS SCREAMING. 
AT FIRST I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY BECAUSE IT WAS SO OVER-THE-TOP.
 THEN I FELT THE INTENSE SORROW AND RAW GRIEF. AS HIS MOTHER THREW HERSELF ONTO HIS OPEN CASKET, WE BROKE-DOWN IN TEARS.  
THRU SOBS MICHI SAID TO ME, “I CAN’T TAKE IT. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HIM,
BUT THIS IS THE SADDEST EVENT I’VE EVER WITNESSED.”

A FEW DAYS LATER THERE WAS A STORY IN THE LA WEEKLY ABOUT A BOY THAT WAS MURDERED BY RIVAL GANG MEMBERS IN SILVERLAKE. THE GANGERS HAD COME TOGETHER IN MUTUAL HATRED FOR THE
 “FAGS MOVING INTO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.”  
ALL THE GORY DETAILS WERE GLOSSED OVER OR LEFT OUT, BUT I KNEW.

AS  A HEALING PROCESS A GROUP OF CAUCASIAN SILVERLAKE CITY COUNCIL MEMBERS AND LONGTIME LATINO RESIDENTS  MET TO TALK ABOUT WHAT COULD BRING THE COMMUNITY TOGETHER.

AT THE END OF AUGUST 1980, I ATTENDED THE FIRST SUNSET JUNCTION  STREET FAIR. WALKING DOWN SUNSET BOULEVARD WITH MY BEST GAY FRIEND DANNY RIOS; ALONG SIDE US WERE MEXICAN GANG MEMBERS WITH TATTOOS, THEIR GIRLFRIENDS AND BABIES IN STROLLERS. NEXT TO THEM WERE PUNK ROCK GUYS & DOLLS WITH LIBERTY SPIKES AND RIPPED UP CLOTHING. 
NEXT TO THEM WERE LEATHERMEN IN ASSLESS LEATHER CHAPS AND BLACK OR GREY, (CODE FOR LEATHER & BONDAGE) HANKIES WALKING ARM IN ARM. EVERYBODY WAS RESPECTFUL OF ONE ANOTHER. EVERYBODY WAS SMILING, HAPPY AND ENJOYING A RARE FREE EVENT IN THE CITY OF  ANGELS. 
 I’M ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE WHO REMEMBERS THE BACK STORY.

THE MURDER OF DWIGHT HARRIS WAS THE INSPIRATION FOR THE
 SUNSET JUNCTION STREET FAIR.


COPYRIGHT- 2018- RICK CASTRO














11/22/17

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME



PERHAPS THE SWEETEST MOVIE TO COME ALONG IN THE MAINSTREAM 
FOR A VERY LONG TIME- CALL ME BY YOUR NAME IS  BEAUTIFUL.
THE PACE IS ONE OF OLD SCHOOL CINEMA.  IT TAKES ITS TIME, LULLING ONE INTO THE STORY.  DEFINITELY NOT FOR PEOPLE WITH A.D.D, WHO HAVE TO CHECK THEIR TEXTS EVERY FEW MINUTES.
I READ THE BOOK IN OUR BOOK CLUB EARLIER THIS YEAR,  HANGING ON EVERY WORD. RE-READING NUMEROUS PARAGRAPHS, SOMETIMES IN TEARS. 
THE FILM IS MORE CONCISE, A LITTLE MORE HETERO, (FOR MY LIKING)
 LESS EROTIC, BUT FULLY CINEMATIC. THE FILM SHYS AWAY FROM THE FETISHIZED SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS BETWEEN ELIO & OLIVER, AND COMPLETELY IGNORES THE PIVITAL PART OF THE "PEACH SCENE." 
NONE-THE-LESS THE CHEMISTRY OF THE TWO BOYS TOGETHER IS UNDENIABLE.



ARMIE HAMMER AS OLIVER- IS LOW-KEY AS THE "TROPHY BOYFRIEND." 
HE IS PERFECT IN HIS PART AS SOMEONE TO ADORE.
 TIMOTHEE CHALAMET AS ELIO-  EMBODIES HIS ROLE. YOUNG ANGST
 QUESTIONING HIS SEXUALITY FOR THE FIRST TIME. 
MESMERIZING FROM START TO FINISH. 
MICHAEL STUHLBARG AS ELIO'S FATHER HAS PERHAPS THE BEST STATEMENT ABOUT LOVE, 
(ESPECIALLY SAME-SEX LOVE) AS ANY IN FILM HISTORY-
 TAKEN WORD FOR WORD FROM THE  2007- MODERN CLASSIC NOVEL 
BY ANDRE ACIMAN.
THE BOOK AND FILM ALLOW THE JADED AND COMPLACENT A CHANCE TO REMOVE THEMSELVES FROM THE STARK TIMES  OF 2017. FOR THOSE OF US WHO WERE AROUND IN THE 80'S A NICER TIME, NOT AS COMPLICATED, 
BUT SOON TO BE. 
ANYONE WITH A HEART WILL REMEMBER THEIR FIRST CRUSH, THEIR FIRST LOVE.
MAYBE IT WILL EVEN INSPIRE US TO EXPLORE ROMANCE ONCE AGAIN?
THE ENDING CREDITS~ VISUALLY PERFECT AND HEARTBREAKING WILL GET TIMOTHEE CHALAMET AN ACADEMY AWARD.