Such scrappy behavior -- hopeful, yet realist in a "turning world" -- is what propels this Down Under band over the precarious tightrope navigating the middle ground between dreams and nightmares on their journey to define a rock 'n' roll (r)evolution in the 21st century.
Many of the skeptics took the opportunity to speculate freely about this unassuming Greg Smith figure -- even the name has a kind of Goldmanite uniformity -- and his motivations, often to his detriment. Why did he do it?
Andy Warhol, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Keith Haring, and Robert Mapplethorpe are all names I remember hearing as I was growing up. I would be hard pressed to find a 12-year-old who could name a living artist today.
I never thought Nico would make me feel 14 again. That's exactly what happened last week when I caught Tammy Lang's performance of Chelsea Madchen, a fabulous show in which she eerily reincarnates the Warhol superstar Nico.