Against All Odds 1974 - 1982: - Blondie
There’s A Certain Un-Assuming Barn Just Outside Woodstock, New York. It’s Easy To Picture; The Deep Mythology Of Pop Music History Assures That Much. For Nearly Two Decades, The Bulk Of Blondie’s Audio And Visual Archive Sat Inside.
One Hundred Reel-To-Reel Tapes, Half A Dozen Cassettes, A Few Storage Tubs Crammed With Records, Bits Of Promotional Flotsam, Flyers, A Stray Warhol Print, And Mirrored Dressing Room Signage From Four Sold-Out January 1980 Nights At London’s Hammersmith Odeon. All Of It Lay Silent Through Twenty Humid Summers, Twenty Frigid Winters, And 20,000 Rodents.
There Were Knives Collected In Asia And Sex Worker Advertisements Pilfered From The UK’s Red Telephone Boxes Of The Late 1970s. In A Corner, A Dust-Caked RIAA-Certified Gold Record For Eat To The Beat Reclined Against A Wall, Its Protective Glass Scarred By A Bullet Hole.“Iggy And I Were Shooting Guns At A Wall In My Basement One Night,” Guitarist Chris Stein Told Us. “This Was A Casualty.”
From This Chaotic Hoard Of Ephemera, This Long-Gestating Project Was Born.
One Hundred Reel-To-Reel Tapes, Half A Dozen Cassettes, A Few Storage Tubs Crammed With Records, Bits Of Promotional Flotsam, Flyers, A Stray Warhol Print, And Mirrored Dressing Room Signage From Four Sold-Out January 1980 Nights At London’s Hammersmith Odeon. All Of It Lay Silent Through Twenty Humid Summers, Twenty Frigid Winters, And 20,000 Rodents.
There Were Knives Collected In Asia And Sex Worker Advertisements Pilfered From The UK’s Red Telephone Boxes Of The Late 1970s. In A Corner, A Dust-Caked RIAA-Certified Gold Record For Eat To The Beat Reclined Against A Wall, Its Protective Glass Scarred By A Bullet Hole.“Iggy And I Were Shooting Guns At A Wall In My Basement One Night,” Guitarist Chris Stein Told Us. “This Was A Casualty.”
From This Chaotic Hoard Of Ephemera, This Long-Gestating Project Was Born.