The Best of Punk Magazine at The Powerhouse Arena

Joe headed to Dumbo in Brooklyn for a book signing at The Powerhouse Arena. This is what we chronicled:

Poster of Book Signing party by John Holstrom

John Holmstrom’s Poster

Punk Photography Royalty (L - R) Godlis, Bayley, Gruen & Stevens. pic:Tom Hearn

Punk Photography Royalty (L – R) Godlis, Bayley, Gruen & Stevens. pic: Tom Hearn

(L-R )Joey Ramones brudder, Mickey, Tish & Snookie (Manic Panic) pic:Terreson

(L-R )Joey Ramones brudder, Mickey, Tish & Snookie (Manic Panic). Pic: Terreson

Actress Ann Magnuson (blouse) scoring merch from Manic Panic. Pic: DeRienzo

Actress Ann Magnuson (blouse) scoring merch from Manic Panic. Pic: DeRienzo

Book signers Bob Gruen & Whatshisface. pic: Terreson

Book signers Bob Gruen & Whatshisface. pic: Terreson

From the Vaults: Nick Kent’s Rock ‘n’ Roll Memoir

Nick Kent Book Cover

The man himself. Photo by Joe Stevens (altered slightly).

Book review/article originally published in The Portsmouth Herald on September 19, 2010.

by Chris Hislop

“I got it!” exclaimed an ex-girlfriend of ‘big-shot’ rock photographer Joe Stevens back in the early part of the 1970s. “Let’s go to an airline and buy plane tickets…; Let’s go to London!”

Stevens, who currently resides in Portsmouth, claims this was at the very beginning of creditors sending out unsolicited credit cards to people — which is how they got Americans hooked on plastic — was poor at the time and this girlfriend of his was feeding him, etc.

“I said, ‘sure let’s do that,'” Stevens said, breaking into laughter. “So I went to my editor. I was working with the East Village Underground in New York at the time …; I said, I’ll be back in two weeks. I came back 10 years later.”

This one-way flight (Stevens would break up with his girlfriend shortly after their arrival in London. She promptly returned to New York), would ultimately lead to the beginning of his relationship with famed rock critic Nick Kent.

Stevens’ description of Kent is almost as colorful as the man himself. “Flitting his hair like Robert Plant (making the movement with his hand against his own hair). His eyes would flutter. Amazing, imaginative threads — the things he wore …; the scarves. Gifts from people, thefts from people, thrift shop stuff …; all topped with a tad of eyeliner. Always a little bit of eyeliner.

(He was) rail thin, and over 6 feet tall. He had a dope problem, which many thought would destroy him and his talents. We all thought it. I mean we knew a lot of junkies, a lot of dopers, a lot of alcoholics…; we didn’t worry about them too much, but we worried a lot about Mr. Kent.”

Read the whole story at

Click on the thumbnails for larger images. All photos by Joe Stevens.

From The Vaults: No Such Thing as Over Exposure

by Anne Bryant
originally published in the Portsmouth Herald (1/31/2008).

Let me tell you what I know about Joe Stevens. He’s got the candor and the lost consonants of a New Yorker. And, well, he is one. He saunters a bit. He’s direct, refreshingly open and probably carries a huge heart in that chest of his. He’s been able, through many years now, to lull performers into comfort that shines through the camera. His prints stick with you long after you look at them because of their earnestness. I’ve heard that his place is a veritable — a beautiful haven for years and years worth of negatives, still brought to life with skillful development techniques. There were no digital cameras when most of these gems were taken.

I mean, the man tells stories about Joey Ramone over Coca Cola. He’ll wax lyrical about the national music scene as though it were the playground of his youth— and I reckon it was. And by divine providence he found his way to wee Portsmouth and calls it home.

He told me once during a conversation at the Press Room that he was beginning the arduous process of converting his photos into digital media so his body of work could be preserved. He also mentioned that he’s launched a Web site—— where you can send messages and requests to him.

Photographs of his work can be seen at Ceres Street Bakery right now, and as always are modestly priced and simply displayed. The quality inherent in his work comes from some sort of delicate magic or incredible luck, deftly maneuvering his way around back stage areas, bars, clubs and concerts to get these. Hurry over there to get a peek at Johnny Cash— and go ahead and have a scone.