Sunday, August 8, 2010

white socks | lost in laundry

Just over a year ago, you may recall, I featured a still from photographer, Wayzata Camerone's 'Glendale Series' after stumbling on an enlightening piece on Nothin' Says Somethin'

Most people, I suspect - passing familiar with Camerone - will remember him as feverish vocalist and player with white L.A. rioters, The Braniacs. Nathan Nothin' also recalls that he ran a "notorious afterhours punk club frequented by X, Blasters, Plugx, Go-Go’s, Fear, Weirdos"; a rotating cast now almost as noirishly delinquent as 1950's mugshots. Flipped over on a sticky ringed bar.

Let's get lost.

Less well known, perhaps, is that Wayzata Camerone was himself an accomplished practioner in 10 x 8. Teaching F-Stop and depth of field in a class in Pasadena in the 90's. Perfecting, I waxed back then, "a hardboiled eroticism perfectly at home in the seedier Californian haunts once home to would-be Hollywood screenwriters and miscreants". Images snatched with all the delicacy of a safecracker in the thick of armed robbery.

Well. Posthumously, Wayzata deserves his share in the heist bankrolled by east coast upstarts of the calibre of a Richard Kern. Should anybody call on me as a witness, I will gladly attest to it.

The Wordpress blog, Wayzata Camerone, is an attempt to set the record straight by executors of his estate. Director, India Jennings recently got in touch with me to the effect that more negatives have been uncovered; "probably made between ’93 and ’94 at Wayzata’s cottage-studio in Glendale, or at a West LA apartment he rented from ’94 to ’95."

The above slice of tail is one of two original prints dusted out of a cottage he procured while on the run. From demons, maybe. A scarlet virus.

It is almost perfect. I would clap my hands, but the ghost of recalcitrance gets in the way. The gnawed shaft of a #3 wood.

Let's get crossed. Off everybody's motherf@ckin' list. 

I know a hit when I smell one. The perfect fairway strike continues to elude me.

WDC is alive and swell. MCB. Not so much drunk with funk, as fine and finnegan; reconstituted in DC.

CHET BAKER: LET'S GET LOST from "Chet Baker Sings & Plays With Bud Shank, Russ Freeman & Strings" LP (Pacific Jazz) 1955 (US)
CHET BAKER: LOVE VIBRATION from "The Incredible Chet Baker Plays & Sings" LP (Carosello) 1977 (US)



Well, all I can say as acknowledged progenitor to some of this photo play.
Here is a communique I received last December, to help set the demise rumours straight.

Mark Cameron Boyd
December 27, 2009 at 6:38pm
Hello Nathan,

I saw your Brainiacs post & the subsequent investigative reporting on the possible demise of "WDC." Rest assured: I live & breathe.

I’ve turned my life around since those LA years: moved to MD to live w/ gorgeous Chinese woman (now married to her); completed my MFA degree in ’99 & began teaching art at U-MD & now Corcoran in DC since ’03 (teach art theory & collaborative studio practice); my blog continues my DC presence in critical theory [].

F-Book has been an amazing way to stumble upon old pals. You may recognize some of “Zero Survivors” in this group I started with Luci Diehl:

Brainiacs broke up in '81 - no recording since "Drunk With Funk." (There are some "missing" 24-track masters with songs like "Gumshoe" & "Baby's Cake" - they'll surface someday, perhaps.) I will try to answer some questions if you want to send them my way [] & we might talk about other ideas I have about posting anecdotes from my as-yet-unpublished memoirs, "The Zero Chronicles."

Thanks for your kind words about the music & b&w photos. "Wayzata Camerone" blog is just a way to share some different work & it is empowering to know it generated your interest & support.


WZJN said...

A shot from WC is very welcome! And to the accompaniment of CB? Brilliant!

ib said...

Well. Sounds like a better gig than pushing up the daisies.

Thanks for setting the record straight. It reads like the twist in a dry martini

ib said...


I overpoured the shots myself. From this afternoon and into the evening. Blame it on Chet. He suffers a lot of flak.

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

I'd forgotten you are a sock man.

ib said...

Yeas. Socks. Tendons. Cotton vests.

The Negligee does not appeal.

Löst Jimmy said...

I'd go for socks

Löst Jimmy said...

...mind you I do believe The Rubettes were white socks men too...Sugar Baby Love indeed

ib said...

The sheer ghastliness of such an association may haunt me for years.