Jeffrey Lee Pierce / The Gun Club always deserve more likes and favourable comments Drew Hayes . Sadly like his whole career he never received the credit he was due. A huge talent. Thankfully he has left us with lots of brilliant work......
agreed but im increasingly feeling to be popular and recognised by the critics and shitmunching masses is often a byproduct of being a genuine and definitive artist
At least once a year or so, I find myself listening to Jeffrey's songs and thinking about the eulogy of sorts that his friend Henry Rollins wrote about him many years back. It's a really beautiful piece that's well worth reading: "When Jeffrey Lee Pierce died in 1996, he disappeared back into the mists from which he came. Jeffrey is the first and only American mythological figure I have ever met. It really doesn’t matter where he was born-he wasn’t from there. Jeffrey was from the badlands, the bayous, the swamps, steaming jungles and endless deserts of his imagination. He cloaked himself in Blues imagery and lived his life as a tragic hero on a death trip, a visionary who knew that his time would soon be up. I know this sounds to be an exercise in hyperbole but Jeffrey was that far out there. That Jeffrey would not make it to old age was a given. It was apparent to me every time I hung out with him. It wasn’t that he was a downer to be around, quite often he was very buoyant, friendly and upbeat. It was also easy to see that his skies were clouded and that he saw that his end date was near. I know this sounds very romantic and from the outside, perhaps it is but up close, it was not. It was sad. Whenever I saw Jeffrey, I always wondered if it was going to be the last time. One time, he came by my office and sat next to me, where I am sitting now, writing this, and showed me pictures of Vietnam. The pictures looked like they were taken decades ago. Farmers, rice paddies, oxen, jungle. I asked him where he had gotten them and he told that he had taken the photos, that he had been living there. I immediately thought to myself that I was sitting next to Col. Kurtz or Arthur Rimbaud. Jeffrey’s life outside of America, a place that never appreciated him enough for my liking, will always be shrouded in partial truth and shadow. For years he lived in Europe, only periodically coming back to America, only to face the homogenized apathy that stifled and simultaneously fueled so many artists. [These] years spent away from his bad America only expanded the pool of darkness around him. In true Blues fashion, Jeffrey wrestled his demons constantly. He sought solace in drugs and alcohol, to the point to where it threatened to dull his very immense talent. For years, Gun Club shows I witnessed were erratic because of whatever Jeffrey had ingested before walking onstage. At one point, soon after the release of the Mother Juno album, a beautiful piece of work, he asked me for advice. I gave Jeffrey pep talks about taking better care of himself. I listed all the things he had going for him. His new album was great, his band was powerful, attendance was up, it was everything a musician could want, why threaten something that he had worked so hard for? I knew he heard me but I also knew that whatever destructive forces dominated his life were ultimately the [ones which] spoke to him most clearly. One night I’ll never forget. He and the band hit stage at the Lingerie Club in Los Angeles and basically played the Pastoral Hide & Seek album in its entirety to a less than full audience. I was at the front of the stage and when they finished the song Flowing, I was barely able to clap I was so awed by what I had just heard. It was a moment I can’t forget because I remember realizing that somehow this thing that he had would slip away, underappreciated and that eventually, it would turn into that which would do him harm. Jeffrey’s talent was so real and so rare, I get very angry that it wasn’t acknowledged by more than the few who were sharp enough to pick up on his work. All the Gun Club records are good, great even, and deserve repeated listening. They are however, heavy listening and not always the right soundtrack for more than a solitary evening in a room or a long drive. He had a gift that he very obviously knew he possessed but was also a curse, a hellhound on his trail. Eventually it got him and swallowed him up. It was only a matter of time. Thankfully, the music lives on and it’s there, re-issued and maintained by those who know that we’re all better off with Jeffrey’s very great songs in easy reach. The final blow, or irony if you will, is that the one person who never got the benefit of Jeffrey’s genius was Jeffrey. I can’t explain to you how much I miss him. -Henry Rollins"
I wish I still had my old bootleg tape of that Club Lingerie tape. I got it in a trade years back and when I first heard it, it floored me, giving me a taste of the exact feeling Henry describes. "Flowing", "Hearts" and "Bill Bailey", in particular, were and remain the best versions of those songs I've ever heard. That tape, along with their set at the Transbordeur in Lyon in 1990, really illustrate the magic that Jeff and co. were able to cook up when things clicked perfectly. Thankfully, the latter set has since been shared here on TH-cam for all to enjoy. RIP Jeff, a misunderstood and wholly underestimated creative genius if there ever was one.
[Circa August 2019?] How beautiful Jeffrey was. And how beautiful this song is. It's one of the most convincing conflations of sexuality and spirituality that I've heard in many a moon: "Brother's in the hallway/He's fighting his world,/I'm practicing voodoo/In the bedroom on you, girl!/Oh my, you're mine/I feel St. John's Divine..." I think those lyrics are brilliant; a modern and poetic twist on good-old-fashioned teenage-lust lyrics. And I love the guitar-work so much...
great songwriter. unique voice. and his band was always up. saw him in one of his last concerts. one year later or so he died. only 5 people were on this concert.
Jeffrey, still miss you more than my own live... my brother, goat... Love, love you to bits... it's been 23 years now but I still miss you and your voice every day of my life... Love you, brother....
As opposed to the first Gun Club album- Jeff’s style changed to what *I* hear, which is heavily likened (by me, anyway) to Thee one and only Stevie Ray Vaughn 💜
On va dire plutot 'romi mori' et il y a eu aussi patricia morrison qui a aussi fait parti de la bande, la belle brune qui etait parti chez 'sisters of mercy'.
Jeffrey Lee Pierce / The Gun Club always deserve more likes and favourable comments Drew Hayes . Sadly like his whole career he never received the credit he was due. A huge talent. Thankfully he has left us with lots of brilliant work......
ChrisT4d ; definitely agree brother!
ChrisT4d COMPLETELY AGREE. Whole heartedly...
agreed but im increasingly feeling to be popular and recognised by the critics and shitmunching masses is often a byproduct of being a genuine and definitive artist
At least once a year or so, I find myself listening to Jeffrey's songs and thinking about the eulogy of sorts that his friend Henry Rollins wrote about him many years back. It's a really beautiful piece that's well worth reading:
"When Jeffrey Lee Pierce died in 1996, he disappeared back into the mists from which he came. Jeffrey is the first and only American mythological figure I have ever met. It really doesn’t matter where he was born-he wasn’t from there. Jeffrey was from the badlands, the bayous, the swamps, steaming jungles and endless deserts of his imagination. He cloaked himself in Blues imagery and lived his life as a tragic hero on a death trip, a visionary who knew that his time would soon be up. I know this sounds to be an exercise in hyperbole but Jeffrey was that far out there.
That Jeffrey would not make it to old age was a given. It was apparent to me every time I hung out with him. It wasn’t that he was a downer to be around, quite often he was very buoyant, friendly and upbeat. It was also easy to see that his skies were clouded and that he saw that his end date was near. I know this sounds very romantic and from the outside, perhaps it is but up close, it was not. It was sad. Whenever I saw Jeffrey, I always wondered if it was going to be the last time.
One time, he came by my office and sat next to me, where I am sitting now, writing this, and showed me pictures of Vietnam. The pictures looked like they were taken decades ago. Farmers, rice paddies, oxen, jungle. I asked him where he had gotten them and he told that he had taken the photos, that he had been living there. I immediately thought to myself that I was sitting next to Col. Kurtz or Arthur Rimbaud. Jeffrey’s life outside of America, a place that never appreciated him enough for my liking, will always be shrouded in partial truth and shadow. For years he lived in Europe, only periodically coming back to America, only to face the homogenized apathy that stifled and simultaneously fueled so many artists. [These] years spent away from his bad America only expanded the pool of darkness around him.
In true Blues fashion, Jeffrey wrestled his demons constantly. He sought solace in drugs and alcohol, to the point to where it threatened to dull his very immense talent. For years, Gun Club shows I witnessed were erratic because of whatever Jeffrey had ingested before walking onstage. At one point, soon after the release of the Mother Juno album, a beautiful piece of work, he asked me for advice. I gave Jeffrey pep talks about taking better care of himself. I listed all the things he had going for him. His new album was great, his band was powerful, attendance was up, it was everything a musician could want, why threaten something that he had worked so hard for? I knew he heard me but I also knew that whatever destructive forces dominated his life were ultimately the [ones which] spoke to him most clearly.
One night I’ll never forget. He and the band hit stage at the Lingerie Club in Los Angeles and basically played the Pastoral Hide & Seek album in its entirety to a less than full audience. I was at the front of the stage and when they finished the song Flowing, I was barely able to clap I was so awed by what I had just heard. It was a moment I can’t forget because I remember realizing that somehow this thing that he had would slip away, underappreciated and that eventually, it would turn into that which would do him harm.
Jeffrey’s talent was so real and so rare, I get very angry that it wasn’t acknowledged by more than the few who were sharp enough to pick up on his work. All the Gun Club records are good, great even, and deserve repeated listening. They are however, heavy listening and not always the right soundtrack for more than a solitary evening in a room or a long drive. He had a gift that he very obviously knew he possessed but was also a curse, a hellhound on his trail. Eventually it got him and swallowed him up. It was only a matter of time.
Thankfully, the music lives on and it’s there, re-issued and maintained by those who know that we’re all better off with Jeffrey’s very great songs in easy reach. The final blow, or irony if you will, is that the one person who never got the benefit of Jeffrey’s genius was Jeffrey. I can’t explain to you how much I miss him. -Henry Rollins"
I wish I still had my old bootleg tape of that Club Lingerie tape. I got it in a trade years back and when I first heard it, it floored me, giving me a taste of the exact feeling Henry describes. "Flowing", "Hearts" and "Bill Bailey", in particular, were and remain the best versions of those songs I've ever heard. That tape, along with their set at the Transbordeur in Lyon in 1990, really illustrate the magic that Jeff and co. were able to cook up when things clicked perfectly. Thankfully, the latter set has since been shared here on TH-cam for all to enjoy. RIP Jeff, a misunderstood and wholly underestimated creative genius if there ever was one.
This is one of their best songs.
I love his voice and Guitars eternally...
[Circa August 2019?] How beautiful Jeffrey was. And how beautiful this song is. It's one of the most convincing conflations of sexuality and spirituality that I've heard in many a moon: "Brother's in the hallway/He's fighting his world,/I'm practicing voodoo/In the bedroom on you, girl!/Oh my, you're mine/I feel St. John's Divine..." I think those lyrics are brilliant; a modern and poetic twist on good-old-fashioned teenage-lust lyrics. And I love the guitar-work so much...
Buenísima..
@@maiteleon6233 Glad you approve.
the world needs a definitively brilliant book breaking down the entire Gun Club catalogue. You might be the one to do it?
Genius Jeffrey Lee Pierce!!
great songwriter. unique voice. and his band was always up. saw him in one of his last concerts. one year later or so he died. only 5 people were on this concert.
Five people????? OMG
five people... so sad and unfair
Jeffrey, still miss you more than my own live... my brother, goat... Love, love you to bits... it's been 23 years now but I still miss you and your voice every day of my life... Love you, brother....
he was great soul : a tribute for JLP : th-cam.com/video/jbYFvb1_tTk/w-d-xo.html RIP
I. Love. This... So much. One of my favorite songs...
Cool song and video. The lead guitar is so unique. I wonder who his guitar influences were because his style is awesome.
As opposed to the first Gun Club album- Jeff’s style changed to what *I* hear, which is heavily likened (by me, anyway) to
Thee one and only Stevie Ray Vaughn 💜
this is him at his best, his magic and light winning out over the darkness, never completely gone, but held in check
Merci** pour cet Hommage envoûtant de Jeff, Yoko and Kid Congo..Jeff joined John 6 years after this single by the Milky Way...LOVE STRONGER THAN DEATH
This is so wonderful and full of soul - just like Jeffrey Lee himself. Thank you so much for posting this.
love this song
JLP, R. I. P. You fkn genius
🎸 💔
Rozz Williams avatar , THIS video ... I already like this dude .
Cool song I like this band
This should have more comments and likes!!
ahhh the 90's...sniff
Amazing!!!!
the voice of God
pure class
Such an inspiration....
On va dire plutot 'romi mori' et il y a eu aussi patricia morrison qui a aussi fait parti de la bande, la belle brune qui etait parti chez 'sisters of mercy'.
I never knew they did a video for this song.
I found this band via Lanegan’s book, JLP is as advertised.
The best
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beeeeeeeeeeeeeautiful !! Kill me I love this !!
The sound remains Televisión.
Does anyone have the source for this VOB?
Never recognized. :(
Love thid
Sounds a lot like television marquee moon
She looks exactly like Tex.
Where is this video from?
www.discogs.com/fr/Various-New-Rose-On-Video/release/6641805
Thank you!
Way way way hotter than yoko onto. Plus she plays the bass!
Yeah no, she cheated on Jeffrey Lee Pierce with the drummer and got pregnant by that said drummer and left Jeffrey Lee Pierce in London.
He must have done a nice solo on her kittie
M Mckissack LoL
+M Mckissack didnt she give him aids tho lmao
he was a junkie
Jeffrey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This song must have been such a big influence on Red Hot Chili Peppers.
I'm like 600 it's not like 666 but I'm gaining on it
a tribute for JLP : th-cam.com/video/jbYFvb1_tTk/w-d-xo.html RIP
Yoko strikes again.
Jeffrey Lee Pierce accompagné par Yoko Ono à la basse !
I love how 90% of the video is a closeup of his face staring directly into the camera and he’s the worst part of the song.
Yeah, you're a dumbass.😂
this song is the worst one, on this great album : "Pastoral Hide and Seek"
Foolish thing to say.
@@dougiesmith8221
Ok, i just mean that all other songs from "pastoral hide and seek" are at least as good as this one.
why don't you just say the album is a masterpiece? that would make more sense.
looks like yoko ono got to another one rip jeffrey