Cradle Rock (Montreux 1975)
This was on my mind today, although I’m not sure what made it jump out of my memory.
One of the most influential guitarists of the Seventies, Irish-born Rory Gallagher passed away at the age of 47 in 1995, of complications from a liver transplant. Although he remains relatively unknown, Gallagher is remembered by a devoted fan base, and listed as an inspiration by other, more famous guitar heroes.
Scarfolk is a town in North West England that did not progress beyond 1979. Instead, the entire decade of the 1970s loops ad infinitum. Here in Scarfolk, pagan rituals blend seamlessly with science; hauntology is a compulsory subject at school, and everyone must be in bed by 8pm because they are perpetually running a slight fever. “Visit Scarfolk today. Our number one priority is keeping rabies at bay.” For more information please reread.
At what point in your life did you realize that you’re probably never going to be as healthy/attractive/happy/etc. as you once were? Did you have the presence of mind to realize it at the time? Or have you somehow avoided this altogether (i.e. you’re under 30)?
I had my doubts at 30, but now I’m pretty sure I’m officially on the decline. Nothing drastic, but it’s like when you realize your new car isn’t a new car anymore. Except you can’t save up for a new one, or even take out a foolish auto loan.
Who was your Bowie?
It’s the FUNNIEST ISSUE EVER because the BABY SAYS SO and look at the way HE’S LAUGHING and there are OTHER FUNNY PEOPLE INSIDE the magazine so YOU’LL LIKE THEM too.
NO I DID NOT LINK IT.
Smokers lose at least one decade of life expectancy over non-smokers on average according to a study in the New England Journal of Medicine.
Okay, so they dress like mummies and they’re on the Bob & Tom Show sometimes. But they lay down the serious funk — old skool style. Their songs include Booty, Fenk Shui, Ra Ra Ra, and Attack of the Wiener Man. They’ve been around for over a decade. I don’t get out much.
Rumor has it Here Come the Mummies are Nashville heavy hitters who play incognito due to contractual complications. Who cares? Let’s dance!
This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:
Correction: January 29, 2012
An earlier version of this article incorrectly described imagery from “The Shining.” The gentleman seen with the weird guy in the bear suit is wearing a tuxedo, but not a top hat.
Whenever you hear a bell, an angel gets his wings. Whenever you hear Bohemian Rhapsody, a DJ gets to pee.
— Matthew Baldwin (@matthewbaldwin) January 28, 2012
I’d like to open a couple of bars: one nautically-themed and called “The Octopus,” the other would be a sleazy 70s place called “The Magic Titty.” Both would feature aquariums, small framed images of Demi Moore’s bush, and bootlegs of Deron’s techno joints.
Reggie Craft made his own lunch box. It sports a padlock and speakers.
Apparently, this video is a rare piece of Portland history, only now available on the internet:
I’ve been asking in various places about recommendations for movies that are highly entertaining and well crafted, like the first two Ocean’s movies and the Bourne movies. Last night we saw Super 8, and it fits this genre perfectly. It’s like one of the good Spielberg movies from my childood, set in the era of my childhood. I’m sure that was part of J.J. Abrams’ intention. Anyway, what are movies you’ve seen that fit this description? (The second link will show you what has been suggested so far.)
’76 – ’79-ish.
1) Mrs. Carroll (Editor of the weekly she inherited it from relatives before her, sold it to the the publisher in Corning, a decade before I started working there)l: Rick, you’re fired!
Me: Again! Why this time?
She: You turned the air conditioner thermostat up to 78. (This in the middle of the gas crisis in the late 70′s when we were trying to conserve.) Read more
How strong is the beauty that calls to you?
Does anybody hold it always as a guide–or
is it the search that is required of us? Is there
rest in beauty? Or does the best of what we may
know require battering waves? Times we have loved
brought to ruin, and new times asking: How will I
rise to take my punishment, so that love
will again name itself the only path?
We turn to the dark for an end;
we walk out of it by knowing we have loved.
We went to the timber today.
We made a fire and let it burn down then we poked it up and throwed on a couple of piss elm branches.
When we could feel it real good and everybody else was dark or not there we scooched in, squared up with the world, and got back in tune.
Remember the song we wrote on the bus in Canada?
I still come in late and every time I do I see your eye twitch and I know that was one of our secrets but I reckon I’m just about done having secrets with you.
So anyway we went to the timber today and we played our songs and we all wished you wasn’t dead but we know you get that a lot and we know you wasn’t fixin’ to stay dead on purpose.
I don’t know if we’ll make it back to the timber next Spring.
A lot of things have happened in twenty years and there’s some talk of just letting you go.
We’ll see about that.
That does it. This is it. 1979 marked some kind of something, the likes of which we may never again witness.
Published in 1979: India’s brilliant How to Care for a Guinea Pig.
I can never get enough of this.