Derek Hess
Derek Hess is an American artist based in Cleveland, Ohio. His creative career grew largely out of his ability to express the emotion in the indie, hardcore and hard rock scenes of the mid-1990s. His posters are known for humor and irony, with the subject matter frequently using the name of the band as inspiration.
Derek Hess was influenced by his father who was an artist and fought in the Second World War. Hess stated on his website that when his father came home he would have his father draw the war scenes that he created in his head.
Hess studied at the Cleveland Institute of Art and then transferred to the Center for Creative Studies in Detroit. He wanted to focus on graphic design, but then became interested in fine art print making that brought him back to the Cleveland Institute of Art for their strong print making program.
The first time Hess's work was recognized in collaboration with a musician was with the alternative metal band Helmet. The flyers Hess created were the first in a series that was posted all over the area. The flyers interested local art dealer William Busta, who then showed the flyers in his gallery. When Hess began using color graphics in his posters he received much more recognition and was featured in Newsweek magazine, in an article on new poster artists of 1994.
Podcasts:
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by Bob Dylan
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by Judy Collins
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by Brazzaville
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by Trembling Blue Stars
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by Spirit Of The West
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by Beast
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by Devotchka
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by Cruciform Injection
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by Luminary
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by Husky
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by Young Berg
Dark Eyes
by: Bob DylanOh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside
They're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide
I live in another world where life and death are memorized
Where the earth is strung with lover's pearls and all I see are dark eyes.
A cock is crowing far away and another soldier's deep in prayer
Some mother's child has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise
Whom nature's beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes.
They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is
But I feel nothing for their game, where beauty goes unrecognized
All I feel is heat and flame, and all I see are dark eyes.
Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel
Hunger pays a heavy prize to the falling gods of speed and steel
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies