Description - Hot And Cold by Richard Hell
Hot and Cold- The Works of Richard Hell is a stupendous compendium of poetry, prose, photography, illustrations, interviews, essays, lyrics, and more by acclaimed artist, author, and rock star, Richard Hell. Since he first came to public attention in the 1970s, Richard Hell has made a spectacular if specialized reputation for himself in every conceivable medium from music, painting, and photography to fashion, design, and writing. A man with a vision, Hell was the Prophet of Punk- the originator of the spiked haircut; ripped, drawn-on, safety-pinned clothes; and the seminal punk anthems Love Comes in Spurts and (I Belong to the) Blank Generation.
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(253mm x 161mm x 26mm)
Publisher: powerHouse Books,U.S.
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Author Biography - Richard Hell
Born Richard Meyers and raised in Lexington, Kentucky, Hell dropped out of high school at 16 and moved to New York in 1966 to make his way as a poet. Frustrated with the lack of interest in poetry among his peers, Hell started a band, The Neon Boys, with his best friend from high school Tom Verlaine. The Neon Boys evolved into Television, which Hell left shortly before they recorded their first album. He hooked with with Johnny Thunders and Jerry Nolan, who had just left the New York Dolls, to form the Heartbreakers and Hell once again quit the group before recording a studio album (a live album featuring Hell is available, however). At this point, Hell founded the Voidoids, whose album Blank Generation propelled him to international fame and critical acclaim (the album was chosen by The New York Times as one of the ten best albums of the DECADE). The music on this album is some of the strongest, truest rock & roll I have heard in ages. Like most great rock & roll, it stands alone; there are influences, not all of them musical and many of them literary, but he is no arty poseur...at the center is Hell himself, his own ninth circle, pretending to be blank when h