Rebel Yell The hardcore soul in Glen E. Friedman's book, Fuck You
GLEN E. FRIEDMAN started taking pictures with a pocket Instamatic in 1976.
He shot his friends as they carved the backyard pools and suburban divots
of West L.A.'s "DogTown," fabled places in skatepunk lore with names to
match-A-Rab Pool, Dogbowl. He was 13 years old when he sold his first
photo to Skateboarder in 1976. From there, it was a natural evolution to
shoot the hardcore punk shows that he and every other skater in the land
was slamming at-Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Bad Brains, Minor Threat. Then
came My Rules in 1982, a one-time only photozine of punk shows, and by
1985, he was documenting such early hard-core rap artist as Run-DMC,
Public Enemy, and Ice-T.
For Friedman, up-close and intense has always been the focus, not
just action. Hence his new book of photos, Fuck You Heroes. It gets to
the nut, then cracks it. "As long as you still have the attitude," says
Friedman, "you're down with me." So, if his shot of Chuck D behind bars
doesn't send a shiver up your spine, or the sight of Henry Rollins,
shirtless, dripping, collapsed on the stage, wailing into a mike, doesn't
make you want to scream- well, you're already dead.
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