Brian Eno poses in his Drake Hotel room in New York in August of 1974.
After a routine session, he said he needed test shots for a possible Playgirl pictorial and stripped down for to have them taken.
Photo credit: Linda D. Robbins
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Brian Eno with Roxy Music, early 1973.
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Brian Eno
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
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Brian Eno, New York, July 29, 1974 by Ebert Roberts.
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