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♪ But I bet we
wouldn't get too far ♪

♪ Before the transformation
takes ♪

♪ And bloodlust tanks
and crave gets slaked ♪

♪ My mind has changed
my body's frame ♪

♪ But God, I like it ♪

♪ My heart's aflame,
my body's strained ♪

♪ But God, I like it ♪

♪ My mind has changed,
my body's frame ♪

♪ But God, I like it ♪

♪ My heart's aflame,
my body's strained ♪

♪ But God, I like it ♪

♪ Charge me your day rate,
I'll turn you out in kind ♪

♪ When the moon
is round and full ♪

♪ Gonna teach you tricks
that'll blow your mongrel mind ♪

♪ Baby doll, I recognize ♪

♪ You're a hideous thing
inside ♪

♪ If ever there were
a lucky kind ♪

♪ It's you, you, you, you ♪

♪ I know it's strange,
another way to get to know you ♪

♪ You'll never know ♪

♪ Unless we go
so let me show you ♪

♪ I know it's strange... ♪

It's an energy thing.
It moves around a lot.

The process of identification
is I'm right there with you.

In the height of the moment,
I say, "Assassin."

Because that's what I feel like.

I'm locked in,
I got my sights on you,

and I'm gonna take you out.

Early on,
I tapped in to that instinct,

and that's where I want
to go every time.

I want that feeling.

'Cause I'm just after
that one thing.

I'm not after your soul.

I'm after your fucking aura.

Four-one-six, I need
a notification to Bellevue.

I have a male patient
in his 40s, Mick Rock.

Robert Oscar Charlie King.
Patient is conscious.

Rule out acute M.I.
Vital signs 140/80...

♪ So messed up,
I want you here ♪

♪ In my room,
I want you here ♪

♪ Now we're gonna be
face-to-face ♪

♪ And I'll lay right down
in my favorite place ♪

♪ And now
I wanna be your dog ♪

♪ Now I wanna be your dog ♪

♪ Now I wanna be your dog ♪

♪ Come on ♪

People often ask about,
you know,

"When you nearly died, Mick,
do you regret?"

I mean, technically, you know,
on a karmic level,

I kind of regret

that I got myself
into that state,

but the other part of me says,

"Could it have been
any different?"

And every time I ask myself
that question, I say, "No."

Mick! Mick! Mick!
Mick! Mick! Mick!

I don't want to get
too mystical about it,

but I do believe
that everybody has a destiny,

but that not everybody
grasps that destiny.

Mine was pretty clear
when I look back,

and especially in the
fucking name, Mick Rock.

Is that your real name?

It is Michael David Rock.

That was your dad's name?

Rock was his name, yeah.

It was just good timing,
wasn't it, really?

Photographer,
Mick Rock, joins us.

His photos make up
a large part of David Bowie...

I just followed my
instincts. I knew what I liked.

I was drawn, you know,
to the good,

the bad, and the wicked.

I've lived a very wild life
because, you know,

I've been hanging out
with a lot of very wild people.

And the camera just kind of
led me by the nose almost,

and I never looked back.

Just kept going
and going and going.

Legendary Mick Rock.

This is just, I mean, come on.
Freddie Mercury and Queen.

There it is, Lou Reed, my man.

I learned a lot from Lou, yeah.

Absolutely, yeah.

Not all my best habits,
I might add.

I always knew

that this was the life
I was meant to live.

I just had to, you know,
make sure

in the final analysis that
it made some kind of sense.

Yeah, I came back here
in my dreams.

I even teleported once or twice

in a certain state
of psychedelic inebriation.

Yeah, this place
gets into your skull.

No doubt about it.
It's a beautiful place.

In this environment,
you could be in any century.

I think that enabled
my imagination to run,

shall we say,
a little frantically.

My mother fueled
a certain insecurity in me

that the only way
I could get an identity

was to get into Cambridge.

It wasn't easy to do for someone
born of extremely modest means.

It did teach me something
about projection.

If you project
strongly enough,

and I sometimes
in my early days, you think,

"Well, I got there
'cause my mother projected it."

That's where I got my head
fuller with all these,

you know, great poets,

zoomed out of their brains,
coming up with great art.

The symbolist poets.

The English Romantics.

And, of course,
the American Beat poets.

Arthur Rimbaud was, like,

the ultimate realization
of the symbolist poet.

He would go, like,
for several days

without food and sleep

and then he'd whack a little bit
of chemical inside himself.

He worked in a purely
associative way.

The idea,
the idea of these people

and the idea
of the kind of lives they led

started to confirm
my suspicions that,

indeed, there was...

There was
a more interesting life

than the one
I'd had as a child.

It wasn't a bad life.

The lysergic experience
opened up my third eye,

you might say.

I remember the first time
I went up to see this guy.

He was an artist.

He had a bottle of the
liquid stuff with a dropper.

And he got out
the blotting paper.

He couldn't have known
how strong,

but this stuff, I remember.

Once it kicked in,
the entire universe,

like, rushed through my body.
I saw everything, everything.

It definitely, I mean,
intensified all the colors,

intensified the frame.
It intensified everything.

The altered state was
something that was there.

I mean,
it had become part of me.

The yoga fortified.

The practices of Yogi Bhajan
enabled access.

You know, you could be
in a non-chemical state

and you could still start

to get traces
of this perception.

And then when
you combine the two,

of course, whoopsie daisy.

Photography wandered idly
into my life.

There was a chemical experience.

The chemical overload.

Well, I got the excitement
of the...

Every time I pressed

that shutter,
it was like an explosion.

It looked different
every time I clicked it.

So, there was this world
of entertainment in the camera.

And then about three days later,
I was back in my friend's room

and I saw the camera,
'cause it was his, not mine.

And I said to him,
"Oh, I think I, you know,

shot some film the other night.
I bet that's interesting."

Apparently, there was
nothing in the camera.

But still,
that's when this word,

you know,
you can put it in quotes,

"magic" started
to get into my mind.

♪ Lime and limpid green,
a second scene ♪

♪ A fight between the blue
you once knew... ♪

'67,
that's the summer of love.

And here I am,
you know, Fanny Golightly.

I had a habit of staring

at friends' faces
under certain circumstances

'cause you could see
the whole of the universe

since the beginning of time.

It would revolve and roll.
I remember that so vividly.

I would take pictures

of lady friends
or girlfriends of friends,

and it wasn't that long,
and somebody offered me

a fiver to take photos
of a local band,

and my brain went clunk.

Hello, hello, hello.

In the beginning was Syd.
Psychedelic Syd.

Like nothing
I'd ever seen before.

In fact, like nothing,
really, anyone in England,

certainly, had ever seen before.

Had a band called Pink Floyd.

♪ Honey, love you,
honey little ♪

♪ Honey funny,
sunny morning ♪

♪ Love you more funny... ♪

Syd had actually
left Pink Floyd

and was living in
relative obscurity.

He asked me to take the cover
photo for his solo album,

The Madcap Laughs.

I didn't really have any plans.
It was simply to shoot El Syd.

And Iggy opened the door
in the all together.

All together, now, Miss Iggy.

♪ Honey, love you,
honey little ♪

♪ Honey funny,
sunny morning... ♪

She was holding company
with Syd.

But, of course,
the gift was the floorboards.

He had moved in
not long beforehand

and he was painting
the floorboards.

He used to paint over all the...

I mean, there were
dog-ends buried in there.

He didn't clean the floors
before he slapped the paint on.

♪ You are a nice little one
to put it all around ♪

I only had daylight film,

and that had
to be push processed.

That's why they have this kind
of painterly look about them,

because technically,
they're fucked.

♪ Honey, love you,
honey little ♪

♪ Honey funny,
sunny morning... ♪

See, that should really have
been the cover

of Madcap Laughs.

See the crop?
That's what me and Syd wanted.

I saw him like a soft poet.

Like a Baudelaire or Rimbaud
or these characters

that I'd been studying
at Cambridge.

Not long before
those sessions,

I took a fucking
acid trip with Syd.

Just me and Syd,

listening to music,
lot of laughing about.

I remember he'd roll around.
He'd piss his knickers.

Syd Barrett on acid,
he's such a gentle soul.

I was an outsider with this
little group of hip characters,

and you'd spend all your time
with these people

who wouldn't hang out
with anybody that wasn't.

So, that feeling of being
outside was also a warm feeling

'cause you're inside this
other little cocoon

of like-minded people.

Very strange how it
all turned out,

though, you know?

Syd in the garden.

Syd was out of London,
was living in Cambridge,

when I was starting
to write little bits

and pieces
for different magazines,

and this I actually did
for Rolling Stone Magazine.

Syd lost interest.

He never did another
photo session,

he never did another interview.

He actually said
all he ever wanted to do

as a kid was jump around
and play the guitar,

but he couldn't
get there anymore.

The tickets available

for tonight's performance
are in the box office.

The box office is
in the front foyer

on the right-hand side.

So, it was Marc Bolan
of T. Rex who first popped up

with the makeup
and the Vaudevillian clothes.

However, something more
fascinating was looming.

It was also very unlikely

the carrot-colored hair-do
and the jumpsuit,

the red plastic boots
and the mismatched eyeballs,

no seasoned betting man
would've backed this one.

But I knew what I liked,

and that was enough
to make the first move.

And I remember the night

I peeked around
his dressing-room door.

"I like your name.
It can't be real," he told me.

There and then,
he invited me back to his house

and we stayed up all night

and talked about
all kinds of things.

There was a certain awareness

of being with that level
of intelligence in the room.

You know,
the pictures got elevated.

They acquired
this other quality.

I remember taking them up
to David's office.

His manager said,
"David says that you see him

the way he sees himself."

♪ I'm an alligator ♪

♪ I'm a mama,
papa comin' for you... ♪

It was a Friday night,
I do believe.

Oxford Town Hall.

It's his biggest
audience to date.

People were starting
to notice him.

The encore was coming,
and I ran 'round.

I had been up front.

You can see that from some
of the other pictures

on the contact sheet.

I was just on the side
of the stage.

David hadn't announced to me,

that he was gonna do
anything in particular.

I don't think
he did with anybody.

♪ Don't fake it, baby ♪

♪ Lay the real thing on me... ♪

But what he was planning to do
was simply bite Mick's guitar.

He said to me, "Did you get it?
Did you get it?"

♪ Make me, baby... ♪

The timing couldn't
have been better

'cause it was as the closets
were opening up

and, you know,

there was David
chomping away on Mick's rod.

That was a big deal,

in terms of a bigger audience
for my personal work.

People started asking
who took it.

I hadn't done a lot of
performance photography

until David came along.

And actually, you look at the
early pictures I did of David,

and you can see there's a
certain looseness that later on,

you know, I could get
great shapes in the shot.

♪ Freak out
in a moonage daydream ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

We were engaging

in a certain amount
of propaganda,

and I was a true believer.

♪ Strung out on lasers
and slash back blazers ♪

I mean, this moment in time,

he did not need bodyguards.

It was all designed
to give people the idea,

"Who's this guy?

We don't know who he is,
but he's got these bodyguards

and a personal photographer.
He must be a big deal."

♪ Get back on it ♪

♪ Jean Genie lives
on his back ♪

♪ The Jean Genie
loves chimney stacks... ♪

He had a mission,

which he spelled out
to me very early on.

Ziggy Stardust, as an album,
is all about stardom.

I mean,
he's had this whiff of it,

but he's not a star.

When the album is made,
the album made him a star.

Let me put
my best damn knickers on.

I remember talking to
Terry O'Neill about this once.

We both did a radio show
a few years ago,

and he said he never
really hung out

with the people he photographed.

I was kind of like,
you know...

Especially in these early years,
but that's how it all grew.

I don't think they felt
that I was an outsider.

I was part of the fabric.

I was celebrating,
and I think they all knew that.

So, I was a natural, organic,

you know, Joseph Goebbels
for the piece and the time.

And I came very cheap.

♪ It's a god-awful
small affair ♪

♪ To the girl
with the mousy hair ♪

♪ But her mummy
is yelling "No" ♪

♪ And her daddy
has told her to go ♪

♪ But her friend
is nowhere to be seen ♪

♪ Now she walks through
her sunken dream ♪

♪ To the seat
with the clearest view ♪

♪ And she's hooked
to the silver screen... ♪

This must've been shot in 1973.

I suppose minimalistic would
be an inadequate description,

but, of course,
I was particularly lucky,

as I was often,
especially in those days,

to have this amazing subject.

♪ Sailors fighting
in the dance hall ♪

♪ Oh, man,
look at those cavemen go ♪

♪ It's the freakiest show ♪

♪ Take a look at the lawman... ♪

I mean, what is he, you know?

Whatever it was, he gave off
a certain kind of awareness,

and I fed off it.

I was open to it.

♪ He's in
the best-selling show... ♪

♪ Is there life on Mars? ♪

♪ White light's surely
gonna make me blind ♪

♪ White shaping way down
to my toes ♪

♪ White light
could kill me now... ♪

It was the encore,

and David had
already been playing

"I'm Waiting for My Man"
and "White Light / White Heat."

Anyway, come the encore,
up popped Lou.

For whatever reason,
I was near the back.

I didn't get
any close shots of them.

Perhaps I'd gone out
for a piss or something.

I don't know.

I remember noticing even
though it was David's concert

and Lou had come on
for the encore,

David left Lou alone.
He did not go to Lou's mike.

He treated him
with great deference.

I always saw them symbolically,
the light and the dark.

They had a certain symbiosis.

New York,
The Velvet Underground,

decadence, drugs, kinky sex.

♪ I'm waiting for my man... ♪

This photograph, for
whatever reason, reflects that.

A cold shiver went up me spine
when he hit the stage.

He was sporting
this huge Gibson guitar,

and the makeup, the white face

and all the darkness
around the eyes.

♪ I'm waiting for my man ♪

He could tell even
from this contact sheet

that there was something
about that.

And then I made the prints,
and that's, "Ah."

That was the coup de grâce

when it fell out of focus
in the printing.

Bingo, there's the cover.

♪ You're chasin'
all women around... ♪

It's a performance image,

but a lot of people
don't realize that

because it's so still,

as indeed is
the Raw Power cover.

To me, they're a pair.
Same place.

The Americans in the mix.

Woo!

He looked like
a fucking iguana.

That worked because the way
the light and the whole thing,

the motherfucker has
the stillness of an iguana.

♪ Out of my mind
on Saturday night... ♪

Where's the bugger?
That one.

That one and
the Raw Power cover.

Rock 'n' roll,
nailed every centimeter of it

in that one shot.
If that ain't rock 'n' roll,

then rock 'n' roll
was a wank job.

♪ Up all night till I blow... ♪

"I wanna be
your motherfucking dog."

"I wanna be your dog."
He would sing.

I mean, it was
a complete revolution,

and most people ignored it.

♪ Blow away ♪

♪ I feel all right ♪

♪ I feel all right ♪

The way the audience was,
they were sitting,

which as I look back,
that's really weird.

He walked into the audience,

but there was no way he could
really jump into the audience.

♪ Baby, burn my heart... ♪

I felt like a big-game hunter.

I mean, I was so glued,
you know, to the viewer,

and fucking you just keep at it.

♪ Baby, oh, baby ♪

♪ Burn my heart all night ♪

I could get a fixation
developed very early in me

that, you know, fixation thing.

The thing that nearly killed me.

I saw all those characters.
They were always mythological.

They're always, like, shimrons.

Syd Barrett was a shimron,
Bowie, Iggy, Lou.

They were almost not human.

They were almost like something

that come out
of the woodlands, you know?

Something...
They were magical to me.

He wanted it.

He was talking
about the stardom.

Like my mother,
I'd seen the projecting,

and somehow it had worked.

Mother projected me
to Cambridge, though.

These...

...powers of concentration,
I mean, who are you?

Really, who am I?
Who am I?

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

But for a while,
I'm this Mick Rock character.

I was so enamored...

So enamored of these auras
and the way I saw these people,

and that was so strong.

And you look at
the pictures, you go,

"For somebody who didn't have
a particularly

well-developed personality,
they are very strong."

It was just something about
when I got the camera,

something else,
some other trick happened.

You know, it's almost just
using me as a conduit.

It was a mixture
of all these things,

whether it's Oscar Wilde
or Clockwork Orange

or the theater or Beethoven
or all these...

...whatever.

This was, like,
the advancing avant-garde,

the new, vitalia,

and a little bit
of drag thrown in.

I mean, you could never beat
a bit of drag.

It's so many different things,

but when they merge
them together,

it has a certain ring,
and it is an interesting,

good-looking,
you know, clang.

When I came across
these characters,

my own identity
was only quite fragile.

I guess I had this
little Mick Rock thing,

and rock 'n' roll was...

...you know, pumping.
And whatever.

I looked the right way
for the times, you know.

Spindly and long hair.
Spindly, long hair, tight jeans.

I did wear lip gloss.

There are pictures
of me with rouge on.

Yeah, you know...

Like a boy would
in those days.

Just feminize himself.

Biba's was the place

if you were young
and pretty and hip,

and I was like
the in-house photographer.

♪ Step through the mirror
and see... ♪

Look at David, like a big girl.

Bryan Ferry
and Amanda Lear.

He was rock 'n' roll,
but it was smooth.

Roxy Music.
Of course, they were around.

♪ Sure is a mighty long... ♪

The rockers were
the most obvious manifestation

of the glam sensibility
and the people

who most readily
understood its publicity value.

Even more seasoned performers
such as Mick Jagger, Elton John,

and Rod Stewart adapted
to the allure of glam.

♪ For you to get along ♪

♪ The bell tower rings... ♪

Just a great time to be young

and to be in what people saw
as the edge of the culture.

♪ Your castles in Spain... ♪

And I was like
a big dog, you know?

Gnawing away right on that edge.

♪ Longings more profound... ♪

When I was born,

Mick Rock wouldn't
have meant anything.

I think the name
infiltrated into my psyche

and, like,
tuned it in a certain way.

'Cause it is a bit like

if you wanted
a rock-'n'-roll photographer,

what would you call it?
You'd call him Mick Rock

and he'd probably be about 6'
and he'd probably be English.

If you wanted a stereotype,
you know?

There's prints back here,
there's prints

and there's also books, boxes,
fuck knows what.

I'm not sure if there's
any Bowie there or not.

There might be.

Oh, it's like it's never ending.

I don't think this went
into production.

Well, I don't know.
It's a bit kitschy.

That's the only thing with
photographs, they do hang about.

The bastard things, you know?

I've got the main contenders,
including Rocky Horror.

I am the king of
the glam-rock photographers.

Oh, Marianne, look.
Looking very chaste.

The butter wouldn't melt
in her mouth.

Patti LaBelle.

Mott The Hoople.

John Cale.

Thin Lizzy.

He told me he killed somebody.
I don't fucking think so, Phil.

I love these reverse Mohicans.
Very original, Peter.

I'm not taking you home
to meet Mother, though.

Not looking like that,
you can't.

Look what I shot
in the summer of '72.

It's Jerry Garcia.

It was not that
I got bored easily,

but I was just
infinitely curious, you know?

Do you give a damn
who Trickster are?

I mean, they had
their moment in time,

but I can't remember
what it was.

The Strawbs.

Certain images, whether it be

all those characters
or Rocky Horror

or whatever,
have a big cache nowadays.

Skin Alley.

You know...

Soiree.

And I couldn't have
survived on the money

that I was making
at that time.

I mean, Transformer got £100.

And how about this?

I know it doesn't look very moi,
but it is. "Highway."

Yeah, look at that.

"What's that all about, Mick?"

I don't think I had a fucking
clue where I was going,

but I was gonna be
going there anyway, you know?

I was heading
straight down the line.

You go, "Well, where the fuck
are you going, Mick?"

"I'm going in that direction."

It's moving at a hell of a lick,
you know?

But that Freddie picture, right?
I mean, I look at it.

He looks like he's
on his way to bloody Heaven.

But they approached me,
you know?

Mick Rock, 'cause he's
taking pictures

of famous puffs, you know?

I mean, they wanted to look
the fucking part.

They got this first album out.

Nothing much is
happening with it.

They wanted the glam-rock image.

I had a friend
who had a collection

of old Hollywood stills.

I think it was the cover shot,

but it might've been
from the same movie,

Shanghai Express.

He had a little book
about Marlene Dietrich's films,

and inside was the shot
that did inspire.

My brain just went...

And I showed it
to Freddie and it was...

It was an instant sell.

Freddie Mercury, you can,

as it were,
be Marlene Dietrich.

Of course,
she was a total professional

and basically could
light herself.

These guys,
it's only the second time

they'd ever been in
a photographic studio,

and they were in
and out of that mirror.

There were up and... I was up
and down this bloody ladder.

You can see from these Polaroids
the development of that shot.

I don't know if I was super
nervous about it or whatever.

I did not let go.

Freddie was the one
I communicated with most,

'cause he... I don't know.

He was camp and he was,
like... He was the visionary.

As Roger said about Freddie,
I mean, he would,

even when he didn't
have a pot to piss in,

he was crashing on your floor,

he'd walk in acting like
he was doing you a favor.

Oh, he was already playing
in coliseums in his mind.

We showed it to the band
and they said,

"Fine, we'll do it,

but we're also gonna
shoot this white shot."

See, look.
Album gatefold, would've been.

And ended up being
the middle of it anyway.

So these... They were like,

"Mm, I think
maybe the white one."

Of course it would've
looked like...

"Santa Claus is Coming to Town".

Love the hair.

Fucking fantastic.

You can be a swan.

It's like...
It's like picking cherries.

The thing is, photography's
just not complicated.

I mean, you can make it
complicated if you want,

but where I'm coming from,
it certainly doesn't have to be.

I do remember early on reading
something by Horst.

He said he didn't understand
modern photographers

and how complicated
they made the lighting,

'cause he basically
had one light

and he moved it around
till he saw what he liked.

And I thought, "Uh... Yes,
that's about me," you know.

And why it's doing it,
I don't give a shit.

I want the pictures.
I don't care about the why's.

I get to a session, make sure
everything's in place,

then I fuck off
for half an hour.

There's a lot
of power breathing,

which is a Kundalini Yoga thing.
Playing around with mantras.

And the brain machine...

...that brings me
right down focused, opens me up.

It's like a meditation
so your brain gets cleared out

so that the impressions
can be fresh.

It's important for me,
this body connection,

that I can almost take
photographs with my stomach.

Stomach and the eyeball
were like...

...locked in.

They bypass the rest of me.

I don't think
I've ever done a session

without standing on my head
beforehand for a bunch of time.

I've been doing that since,
um...

...1970.

Ah.

Let's get the long goodbye.

Yeah. Ah.

Ah, sa, sa. Ah, sa, sa.

I mean, the name alone
was enough to get me stimulated.

Stanislavski?
Who's this motherfucker?

And then you find out
he's the grandfather of the,

you know,
the method school of acting.

But one thing he talked
about was going into a raw space

with a bunch of people
and building

the circle of concentration
till at a certain point,

you know,
it kind of takes off.

It takes on its own energy.

You're really more
of a driver,

or you're steering rather
than directing in that way.

You can see the way
people's faces change

as the muscles relax

or they drop down
into that, you know...

And in that moment,
I'm like a...

I'm like a thief in the night.

Bling, bling, bling, bling,
bling, bling, bling, bling.

What is it?
What did Debbie say once?

I have a quote from her.
And she said that,

"If Mick Rock were a drag queen,
his name is Miss Direction."

"Oh, look over there,"
he says while he sticks

a knife in your back over here
or takes your photograph.

If you're in front of my camera,
you could be the world's

most fucking boring
person off-camera.

The minute you're
in front of my camera,

you are totally fascinating.

You know, so that's really
where I'm coming from.

My instinct is, you know,
once I got the bite on it...

...I'm not letting go.

♪ Remember me, remember me ♪

♪ Remember me, remember me ♪

Ah. It did get out
of control, it's true.

There was a certain amount of,

what should we say,
venal celebration going on.

I never felt like a voyeur.
Never felt...

I was always on
the inside looking out.

♪ Here comes success ♪

♪ Here comes success... ♪

I think I also
enjoyed the fact

that I'd had such
a cerebral education,

a classic British education.

And the camera brought me
into this intuitive world.

♪ Here comes my car ♪

♪ Here comes my Chinese rug ♪

Cocaine was starting to
creep into the culture,

but it wasn't what it became,

a raging snowstorm
that swept out to the provinces.

Certain reprobates.

I'm not a fucking paparazzi,

but I just happened to be
in this place at this moment.

It's the thing of Mick Jagger
and Rod Stewart, Ronnie Wood.

It was raucous.
What more do you want in life?

And the cops kept coming and no
one was answering the door.

"It's the cops, it's the cops."

But eventually you had
to let them in.

I mean, it's the cops.

And they came up to the attic
and they're like,

"Whoopsie daisy.

The lads were having
a bit of a jamboree."

♪ In the last ditch ♪

♪ In the last ditch... ♪

I've got a lot
of great party pictures,

I think, but there's something
about the David, Lou, Iggy,

and the David, Lou,
Mick moments.

They both denied
they actually kissed,

but I know that's a fib
'cause I saw them, and why not?

Boys were being revolutionaries

by kissing each other
on the lips in public.

Revolutionary gesture.

I know the little buggers
do it all day long nowadays,

but back then,
it was something, you know?

"Ooh, I kissed a fucking boy
on the lips this afternoon."

You go...

..."Really,
I've done that before."

Well, I was roaring.

I was on a blue tear,

and I didn't stop to think
about the implications

of where I was at or even
necessarily what I was doing.

I simply had to live out
this, I suppose, fantasy life

of being some kind of mad
symbolist French poet.

David was inviting me to go
to Berlin to take pictures,

and Lou was inviting me
to come to New York.

Even though David and Berlin
were interesting,

New York and Lou Reed were
irresistible, unfortunately.

I like the feel of the city,

and it was a bit ugly
in places and grungy,

and it was nowhere near as
pretty as London or Paris.

But it didn't matter.
None of it.

You could feel the edge

the minute you walked
into New York.

You know,
you had to be on your toes,

and it was a good feeling.

It was torrid,
and torrid, you know,

I needed to get it
out of my system.

What can I say?

♪ Your current troubles ♪

♪ And you know,
they'll get much worse... ♪

Had just landed in New York.

I hadn't slept for a week

and started shooting him
that afternoon.

He wanted me to work with him

on these images
for his new stage show.

He had just done all this
wild and crazy feedback imagery.

The problem was it
started out with 60,

but by the time we were
about 12 drinks in,

it was down to 30.

Then we'd have to get
to a location,

find some more TV sets.
It was a bit of a...

But it was, you know,
it was an original thing.

I mean, Lou Reed, man.

Just absolutely unique.

None of these sessions
were designed for any purpose

other than for us
to have some fun,

and then we'll see what we do
with them afterwards,

and sometimes the record labels

would license
for a couple of pennies.

Sally Can't Dance was based
on one of the photographs

I took of him at Blakes Hotel,

and he had gone blond on me.

♪ Man,
she's gonna turn you in... ♪

Of course, this session,

it looks like a carnival,
a barker.

He's got that hat.

I got a friend of mine
to retouch it,

make it a little bit
candy-colored.

I did these great pictures
of him and Nico,

and I've got a few frames
later on

that I took of him
and John together.

But never got them
all in the room, which again,

for those of us that care,
what a special moment.

She said to me,

"He was my little brother
in a former life,"

'cause in fact,
she was older than Lou.

Lou was almost like
a little boy to her.

I think he liked the fact

that he had his own
pet historian, if you like.

The best pictures of me
taken in that period

were also taken by Lou.

♪ It happened
on New Year's Eve... ♪

Oh, well,
there's a negative of one.

That's the one
I've used quite a bit.

Blakes Hotel.
Hadn't slept.

It was 6:00 a.m.
in the morning,

but the light's very nice
at that time of day,

so it was quite flattering.

♪ I said if I ever
see Sharon again... ♪

But these ones,
there's something about,

as a session, this is...

He did, he looked like
a bloody insect.

It was like
the perfect rendition

of people's idea of Lou Reed.

The shiny, the black,
the shades.

I mean, he looks fantastic.
It's a pure image.

You know, he was Baudelaire,

a great artist,
but a degenerate.

He fulfilled people's fantasies.

He used to get
very irritated about it,

but I'd say to him,
"But, Lou, you know,

you've kind of propagated this."

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ Just where I'm going ♪

♪ But I'm ♪

♪ Gonna try
for the kingdom ♪

♪ If I can ♪

♪ 'Cause it makes me feel
like I'm a man ♪

♪ When I put a spike
into my vein ♪

♪ And I tell you things
aren't quite the same ♪

♪ When I'm rushing on my run ♪

♪ And I feel just
like Jesus' son ♪

♪ And I guess
that I just don't know ♪

♪ And I guess
that I just don't know ♪

♪ I... ♪

Come about 4:00 a.m.
when the blood sugar drops.

That's when everything,

all the really crazy shit
started to happen.

And I was kind of addicted
to 4:00 a.m.,

and they call that
the hour of the wolf.

And I love that time

because you can get up
to all kinds of antics then.

♪ When I'm
closing in on death... ♪

I was in the exploration biz.

I would check everything out.

I mean, anybody
that was up to anything

a little bit saucy in New York,
I was invited.

And also, the girls, man.
Jesus.

You know, if you had
a vial of cocaine,

you know, it's like whatever.

I didn't really want
to be sensible.

I wanted to taste all the buzz

of the whole thing,
up to a point.

I remember going to a couple
of S&M clubs and going,

"These motherfuckers
are too serious for me."

You know, "I need to get
the fuck out of here."

♪ Gabba gabba we accept you,
we accept you one of us! ♪

♪ Gabba gabba we accept you,
we accept you one of us... ♪

I had, like,
an instinct fully developed

by then for anything

that smelled like a big rodent,
and this one did.

But, you know,
a healthy, edgy rodent,

and they called it punk.

I went down to CBGB's in 1974.
There were 20 people there.

These were taken at CBGB's,

but it's got
all four original ones.

'Cause Tommy was only
in the band

for the first couple of albums.

By the time I shot
the album cover,

Marky was the drummer.

I spent a lot of time
around that glam scene,

and this is the fucking Ramones.

I mean, you know,
not the prettiest bunch alive.

In fact, they were,
at that moment in time,

you could probably have called
them the ugliest band around.

I remember the art director
told me

they'd already done
three sessions

and they hated the pictures.
They didn't like photographers,

and if they didn't like
what was going on, they'd leave,

and he didn't
really have any money.

Did I want to do it?
And I thought, "Yeah."

♪ Everyone's accusing... ♪

But meanwhile,
over the water,

I tasted it
a bit here and there.

Remember Johnny Rotten walking
around calling everybody

a bunch of fucking hippies.
"Fuck off, you fucking wankers."

He was busy imprinting himself
on the underground consciousness

by touting
his obnoxious vibes.

♪ There's no point in
asking, you'll get no reply... ♪

I remember Malcolm
dangling some kinky underwear

in front of me, saying,

"You want some of this, Mick?
Come and photograph my band."

♪ You'll always find us... ♪

Wasn't really about the music.

It was more
punk as subversion,

which it definitely was an
attitude promulgated in London.

♪ Oh, so pretty,
we're vacant ♪

Look at his eyeballs.
He's very, like,

"What the fuck are you doing
here, Mick Rock?" You know?

I mean, I would wear a bit
of makeup in the glam days,

but I wasn't gonna get my
fucking haircut chopped short

and have a Mohawk, and no.
No, I didn't identify.

With the glammy stuff,
I identified.

But, I mean, just look.

A lot of those fucking punks
were really fucking ugly.

I'm sorry.
They were interesting,

but, you know,
I was into prettier stuff.

That was taken
about a decade ago.

Look, that was a knockoff
of one of my earlier images.

And there's Debbie.

People often ask me about,
and I say,

"Well, it doesn't matter
which way you twist the banana.

I don't care who it is."
I mean, look at Debbie Harry.

She even photographed
in certain ways

better than Marilyn, I think.

I mean... And it's really,
some of the pictures,

and my pictures, you go...
You know?

Just her glowing, you know,

and looking like the
Marilyn Monroe of rock 'n' roll.

Yeah, 'cause the thing with
Debbie is she was like David.

You couldn't really take
a bad picture of her.

This became the cover
of Penthouse.

Of course, the irony is she's
not only wearing a jacket,

but also a scarf.

Actually sold more
than any other issue

of the magazine that year.

She had fun with the group, too.
You can see in a lot

of the pictures
she's mucking about.

But obviously it's less
the idea of glamour

and more the idea
of camaraderie.

If it's just Debbie,
I can concentrate

on that rock-'n'-roll
Marilyn or Lolita,

as the case here.

♪ I see you skip ♪

♪ That cautious lip... ♪

If you do this type
of identifying

when you're looking at somebody,

some kind of plasma sticks
onto the photographs.

Talking Heads, they were
"Children of the Damned."

♪ A chance you'll fit... ♪

The Dead Boys
I wanted to give the vibe

of the second
Rolling Stones album.

♪ It's just these things... ♪

I love the stuff
with Joan Jett.

She was Elvis Presley to me.

Often with the visual things,
I mean, if you explain it,

it doesn't sound
like very much,

but, I mean, you look at it...

it somehow works, you know?

Why do certain things
stick in the mind?

I couldn't fucking tell you
the answer to that.

It's a Youngian thing.

It's a truth that reverberates,
that kind of defies itself.

It's a truth that you can
describe up to a point,

but then you got to let it go
and let it be unto itself.

And that's a bigger truth,

and that's what
I discovered with pictures.

Beyond my words
lay these more...

...profound...

Like, profound,
more substantial proof.

Let's put it like that.
Chunkier truths,

and whatever they mean,
what you want them to mean.

What that's the result of,
I don't know.

I don't know.

Quite often after a shoot,
it was not like,

"Oh, the session's over.

Calm the fuck down
and go home, Mick."

No, I'm ready for more.

And part of the problem
was I was so indulged.

♪ I am a glossy photograph... ♪

I was a young
British photographer

and I had this association.

You know, "Mick Rock always
shot David Bowie.

They're really good..." You
know, if I'd shot nobody else,

that would've been enough for me
to get invited

to every, like,
orgy or God knows what

that was going on in New York.

Oh, this would be...
This could be the Ritz.

There's Wayne Kramer
and Stiv Bators,

lot from The Dead Boys.
And Cherry Vanilla.

Say, "When did you have
the time for all this, Mick?"

Well, I never slept.

If you don't sleep,
you get about a bit.

What was that Ramones song?

I would play it, like, 6:00 a.m.
in the morning in my studio

on 32nd Street and Madison.

It would be,
"I wanna be sedated."

Oh...
Did I love "I Wanna Be Sedated."

It was... Looking back,
it was probably a cri de coeur,

'cause I needed
a lot of sedation.

It's a lot of my problem.

Sedate the bastard, you know?

I was so in love with cocaine.
I loved it. Of course I did.

At one point, I knew
10 dealers in New York.

They were the only collectors
of my pictures,

'cause, you know,
the exchange policy.

I mean, I could get an eight
for a fucking print, man.

High Times. Uh-oh.

That's how I got good
at shooting still-lives.

You could take a long time

and it could work
out quite expensive

because the material goods
consumed.

You know, it would
get out of control.

That's in a meat warehouse.
Look, you can see the meat.

So, it was an interesting shoot,
but heavily chemicalized.

I remember that.

Even when I did
all that cocaine and speed,

I was also doing yoga.

Be up for three days,
stand on your head for an hour.

I mean, wow.

Talk about the big
fucking bang in the brain.

I do remember once not sleeping
for seven days.

Anyone that cared knew
I was, you know,

existing a bit
beyond the pale...

in terms of being
reliable in any sense,

in terms of, you know,
being able...

Just being professional.

Just wasn't...
Wasn't being professional.

I remember doing
that Carly Simon shoot,

and she was
the first person to say it.

She said, "Yeah,
Mick takes great pictures,

but you can't find him
after the session for days."

♪ Far away ♪

♪ In a land caught
between time and space ♪

I was in a lot of denial,
though.

I didn't get all the way
to the bottomless pit.

But it would get...
I would get flashes of things

possibly getting bleaker.

Those were, like, very
fragmented times I was living.

And I did a lot
of different things.

♪ No sorrow, no shame ♪

It was hyperactive
in my rampant insecurity.

And then there's Motley Crue.

It was glam metal.

I mean, it wasn't that
I was working that much,

so they came and found me.

Couldn't tell them,
"Oh, Mick Rock has a problem

and it will be an issue."

Just doing what they're doing.

The thing is it didn't matter
what sort of state I was in,

where I was...
It mattered nothing at all.

The pictures would always work.

So, that kind
of sat over here.

Over here, meanwhile,
is the real Mick Rock,

and he's getting to be
a bit of a bloody disaster.

Had to leave the city.
I owed the landlord a lot of...

wasn't so much, but it seemed
like a lot at the time.

Could be 10 grand.

I mean, I don't know.

Perhaps people stopped
calling me

because I was too
much of a loon.

I had not been getting enough

satisfaction out
of photography for a while,

and I'd started to do
some art direction

and a bit of collage work

related to the art direction.

You know, I don't know
what I'm gonna do when I do it.

It just starts to form.

I do one or two things,
and this suggests something else

and this suggests
something else.

And then suddenly,
whoopsie daisy,

you got this thing.

Was I high at the time?

Yeah, I was high at the time
I did all this early work,

but I do it now
without being chemically,

you know, altered.

When things started
going badly,

I wouldn't go to David
or Lou and ask them for work.

I've not exactly been
that communicative with them

for quite some time,

although they've both tried,
to be honest.

I knew I was too fucked up

to be able
to face them properly, though.

I think there was...

always had some fantasy.

When I straightened out,
then I could see them again.

I don't know if I really
fell out with him.

I think I got very paranoid

because
I missed his bloody wedding.

I was supposed to be there
to take photographs and I...

I don't know, mate.

Just... I got myself up
a back alley.

It was hard to get down, really.

Tough to get out of it.

I think when the shit hit
the fan, as it were,

when it all started to
fall apart, I wasn't equipped.

And these were so strong,
and my pictures were so strong

that that was my identity.

All of them had become
a little bit of me.

Take it slow.

Did a shoot.

Yeah, I was actually out
in the West Side

when the West Side
was still very raw.

And it was cold, as well.

And, whew,
this bizarre feeling.

I kind of wasn't admitting
to myself what it fucking was.

They could see
something was going on.

My heart started doing the kind
of...

I was too stunned and too
in a state of realizing that,

you know, somehow this had
all been so inevitable

that I was
sort of beyond being scared.

Oh! So this was
the fucking end game.

I've been trying to figure out
what the end game's gonna be,

and it was you
on a hospital bed nearly dead.

And I was singing to myself
over and over again,

"In pastures green,
he leadeth me.

The quiet waters by."

And I was weeping.

My mother always says

we're all living on
the edge of a precipice,

and that always comes to mind,

but I will not go lightly
into that dark night,

that's for sure.

Yeah, I don't think
too hard about it

'cause I don't really want
to go quite back there.

I mean, I acknowledge it,
but I don't, like, you know,

get into it too much

because that's not something
you want to happen again.

No fucking way.

Three heart attacks followed by
quadruple bypass heart surgery,

all in my early 40s.

So, at times in my life,

I've certainly felt
like a failure.

Definitely.
Woof.

Beyond being a failure.

I was dead broke.

I had a serious cocaine habit.

I had zero insurance.

And there were my saviors...

Andrew Loog Oldham,
the original Svengali

of The Rolling Stones,

and Allen Klein,

who had been the business
manager of the Stones

and the Beatles
in the late '60s.

They paid for everything.

I think it's fair to say
they in many ways saved my life.

I was just a child in my times.

I don't think...

I didn't know what I was,
to be honest with you,

but I was something.

You know, something
without being full of it.

Just something,
and I'm looking for it.

It's there somewhere.

And it was buried deep,
and it took me so long,

and I had to nearly die to get
to what this Mick Rock thing is

other than some kind of parody.

Ugh. Phew.

Don't even know where to begin.

It's like a monster
that I've been dragging around.

I even thought of making a movie
about a photographer

who was trapped by his images.

I mean, look at it.
I can't let go of a lot of it.

In fact, most of it.

My job is to protect it.

I don't know how it will happen.

It'll just, you know...

I was just Michael David Rock.

Joan Rock's little boy.

And then this Mick Rock thing
took over.

Do you enjoy being a rock star?

Fantastic.

What do you think you are
at heart?

I'm an object.

But you live with
other people's ideas.

I think I make good use
of this. I tell you.

I'll take everything
it's got.

It's difficult.
But you could've had it.

You could've had those things
a long time ago.

Why now?

All right, lads.

Eyes down for England.

Let's get rolling.

I got to work this back a bit.
Very high.

Switch that one off
so it doesn't distract me.

Switch off the overhead lights.

Let's get some drama.

It's the mood.

Have a seat, sir.

I hate to say it...

well, maybe no, I don't.
Head up a bit.

- I got a dash of Rasputin.
- Oh, yeah.

- He's plenty...
- More than a dash.

Yeah, okay.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah!

Now, if you'll stand up
for me against the backdrop,

it's gonna take
a little bit of patience.

Move that a little bit.

Doesn't have to,
like, disappear, but...

Just come right up
to here.

Bring that light around.

Come right back
against this now.

You want... keep the jacket.
I like it.

No, but I like it down
if you want.

I was gonna give you
one of these.

Yeah, yeah,
give me one of them.

Yeah, yeah.
Give me four of them.

Mm-hmm.

I've done this before.

Listen, I'm not
expecting originality.

Well, I fucking...

I knew one shot
that I felt the love.

Oh, yeah.

Every so often, I nail one.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Right towards me, Josh.

Push them right out at me.

There, and up a little.

Yeah, yeah,
whatever you want to do.

That's fine.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha.

Did I get off?
Nearly.

I know I need to do these
things for therapeutic reasons.

I'm better and healthier
when I do them.

There's a lot of
different pressures,

but really, once I'm
in the open field

where the creative part
is happening,

whatever the fuck else
is going, that, you know.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Beautiful, beautiful,

I love it,
I love it, I love it.

Yes, stay.
Stay with me.

There's a certain hunger

comes over me
when I pick up a camera.

Sometimes I joke about,
you know,

being a bit of a vampire,

and especially
shooting younger people

'cause the blood
tastes better.

The hands...
move the hands around.

Like, very...
I mean, the robot,

but... ah, super.

This is one for
the fucking ages.

The only control
you have is in the doing

of what you're doing.

You can't dictate
what will have resonance.

The thing that used to
irritate me is, you know, he...

"Oh, the man that photographed
this person or that person,"

but after a while,

you're gonna stop being called
the man who shot the '70s.

It's just a tag, right?

But whatever.
It is what it is,

and it's better that
you're thought of in some way

that is, like, not so awful

than not to be
thought of at all.

Of course, the amazing thing
for me nowadays

is that this rock 'n' roll
photography stuff

is in museums and galleries

and cultural institutions
all over the world,

and I keep thinking
something went very wrong.

We were supposed to be rebels
and outsiders,

but nowadays,

we have been absorbed
by the modern establishment.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mick Rock!

I got lucky a lot.
Didn't I, Lou?

I got very lucky at times.
Let's be honest.

When you have that much luck,
at a certain point,

you have to say there
is more involved.

You know, continuously
in the right place

at the right time
with an instrument

that continuously takes
beautiful pictures.

So, granted that...
that Rock has no talent.

You know, I just think

if you have the right
obsessive nature,

you know, could be a sick
obsessive nature,

but you have to have
the capacity

to be fascinated.

And I think you
can fascinate me.

I'm like, you know,
a baboon with a banana.

And a camera, of course.

The mystery of it all.

That's what excites me,

is how mysterious
so much of this is

and how these things happen
and why they happen,

and the fact that, you know,

you can kind
of smell this stuff,

but you can't
really describe it.

I mean, I love...

I love to take pictures.

♪ I got a date with the night ♪

Yeah,
crank it up a little bit!

Liven it up
just a little.

Little bit.
Yeah.

♪ Gonna catch the kids dry ♪

♪ Gonna walk on water ♪

This guy's a right fucking
cunt and he's mad as a hatter.

I thought, "Send him
over immediately."

♪ Sweating in the winter ♪

♪ Both thighs squeeze tight ♪

Where is he? Is he doing yoga
somewhere in the building?

♪ Choke, choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke, choke ♪

♪ Choke, choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪

♪ Don't tell me to fix her ♪

♪ Don't tell me to fix her ♪

♪ Just take a bite ♪

Come on in, gentlemen.

- ♪ No hanging no picture ♪
- All hands on deck.

Fucking Motley Crue come

for a spanking session
with Mick Rock.

No laughing, you cunts.

Watch the birdie.

Keep... keep your eyes
on the prize.

Keep your eyes
on the prize.

♪ Choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke, choke ♪

♪ Choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪

Hold your horses.

Yeah, you can do it, too.

Helps if you're high,
of course.

No, I want to fucking feel it.
Can I feel it?

Oh, dear.
A bit too old for this.

What's my name?
What's my name, Lenny?

Mick Rock.

Final roll.

You know what he said
working with me was like?

Tell 'em. Tell 'em.

- You said it.
- It's like doing crack.

It's fucking like doing crack.

♪ Gonna catch the kids dry ♪

Everybody scream.
Can't keep it straight.

♪ Gonna bend my finger ♪

♪ Blind out my sight ♪

♪ We're sweating in the winter ♪

You smell good.

Kisses all around.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, yeah.
One more.

One more.

- You're fabulous.
- Oh.

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