Punk’s Fresh Face
Money is not when it comes to punk rock, “said Thurston Moore, Sonic Youth leader. I was flipping through stacks of vinyl in reports of the Academy in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, with Jemina Pearl, his latest protege, who had just unearthed first pressing of “Raw Power” by Iggy & The Stooges, 1973. “But it is $ 40,” he sighed. “I’ll buy for you,” said Mr. Moore, who is 51 and head of the label peace ecstatic. Mrs. Pearl, 22, gave him a worship, puppy-dog face. “Aww!” She cooed model.
In the hallway outside, Eva Prinz, who recently started a print book with Mr. Moore, without opening up a copy of “Get Awkward” by Be Your Own Pet, the punk band that formed in Nashville Mrs. Pearl when she was 16. “It would be sealed,” Ms. Pearl said, rolling his eyes. Last year, after Be Your Own Pet was terminated, Ms. Pearl moved to Brooklyn to start his solo career, and in October released their debut album, “Break It Up, melodies” a strong dose of garage – punk and the girl in the group that includes a duet with Iggy Pop himself.
While Ms. Pearl, and two of his current bandmates – John Eatherly, who is her boyfriend, and Maxwell Peebles – continued the excavation record, Mr. Moore peppered him with questions. The first album you bought? The “Grease” soundtrack. In the first punk-rock smash? Sid Vicious. In the first punk-rock smash? Richard Hell. “No Tom Verlaine” asked Mr. Moore, referring to his bandmate in Hell’s punk Television Group. “Hell is a knockout,” Ms. Pearl said. “If they were Ninja Turtles, Donatello would Verlaine. Hell would be Raphael, the bad guy.” Mr. Moore froze for a moment, as their age difference of 30 years yawned open. “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?” He said.
The group walked around the corner from egg, a Southern-style restaurant. Over fried chicken and Bud Light, Ms. Pearl and Mr. Moore talked about how they met, in 2006, when Mr. Moore went to Nashville to Be Your Own Pet sign to his label. “We came to the fair and then smoking weed in the rear of the club and have signed the agreement,” said Mr. Moore. Ms. Pearl shook her head. “We did not sign the papers at night,” he said. “It’s not the 60s.
They left the restaurant for the number Project Room, an art space in Red Hook, where Byron Coley, a rock critic, read her novel in progress. Ms. Pearl had met with Mr. Coley before and was impressed by his encyclopedic musical knowledge, which declared him “the man”. During the reading, she and her bandmates took the Sierra Nevada and laughed knowingly at references to documents pesetas and Roxy Music. “I can not wait to read all this!” He said. Then in the hall, he found that Mr. Moore and Ms. Prinz was left without a goodbye. “That Thurston,” she sighed.
The rest of them went to Glasslands, a club in Williamsburg, to see Suckers, a group of indie. Ms. Pearl has a vodka and tonic. With the cup in one hand and the album of Iggy Pop on the other, leaned on the bar to watch clips of old TV shows projected on the walls – including a scene from “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” cartoon. “Look!” Ms. Pearl shouted. “There Richard Hell!” She and Mr. Eatherly burst into laughter.
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