Fug You: An Informal History of the Peace Eye Bookstore, the Fuck You Press, the Fugs, and Counterculture in the Lower East Side
Ed Sanders
Language: English
Pages: 546
ISBN: 2:00225229
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Fug You is Ed Sanders's unapologetic and often hilarious account of eight key years of "total assault on the culture," to quote his novelist friend William S. Burroughs.
Fug You traces the flowering years of New York's downtown bohemia in the sixties, starting with the marketing problems presented by publishing Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts, as it faced the aboveground's scrutiny, and leading to Sanders's arrest after a raid on his Peace Eye Bookstore. The memoir also traces the career of the Fugs--formed in 1964 by Sanders and his neighbor, the legendary Tuli Kupferberg (called "the world's oldest living hippie" by Allen Ginsberg)--as Sanders strives to find a home for this famous postmodern, innovative anarcho-folk-rock band in the world of record labels.
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Chicago by a large segment of the young people. Buckley: If you could have separated the two. [I’m holding up my hand to speak.] Sanders : They were very clearly were separated. There were two movements operating in Chicago. The Yippies wanted Lincoln Park, which is many miles away from the Amphitheater, and is many miles away from the Hilton. They wanted to have a Festival of Life with rock music in the park, with theater classes, with guerrilla theater, with like various poets and people.
A baleful glazed gaze on a partner of shoot-up, art, or grope. She wore a black short-sleeved scoop-neck body stocking. Her shoes and other clothes were in a brown bag on the window ledge between the rooms. Diane drew eyelashes with ink and brush above her lips so that her mouth babbling torrentially had the look of a convulsing Cyclops. Next, her twitching Rapidograph pen began to work on her toe. She drew flower petals around the shoot-up sore. Then she ripped at the toe hole and peeled the.
Chortling, reading through issues of Fuck You. About a half hour later, my arresting office, Sergeant Fetta, along with another officer, came into the room where I was being questioned. Fetta said, “Okay, Sanders, get into that room and take off your clothes.” “What’s up?” I replied. Then I noticed he was holding the very issue whose cover had so upset him back at Peace Eye. “I thought you said you didn’t have any tattoos.” He was pointing to the “Notes on Contributors” page, where I often.
The Fugs to accompany John to his Draft Board naked, but alas, it was not to be, and after his father showed up, John allowed the Draft to go forward. Soon he was “Pfc John Anderson, 206th Sig. Co. at Fort Bragg, North Carolina.” After serving in Vietnam, he returned to Yale, graduated, then got a law degree from Harvard. His legacy: The Fugs first and second albums and our red, white, and blue logo. Limo-Anguia and a New Pad There is a condition called “limo-anguia,” in which young.
Been seized by the fuzz in Ann Arbor, and Senator Strom Thurmond had it flown to DC, where copies were shown to fellow senators. One U.S. senator said he couldn’t even get aroused by Flaming Creatures, “it was so sick.” The Trouble over Virgin Fugs When the owner of ESP-Disk basically bootlegged a sequence of tunes from the first two Fugs sessions and called it Virgin Fugs, it went against my principles of Apt Artistic Flow—that an artist should be able to select what created items get.