EDIT just for Jennifer. More from the Awkward Band Photo Strategic Reserve:
Mayor of Menasha.
I’ve been in Menasha, heart of the Fox Valley. One of my college roommates was from there:
Get on your knees like you were in a chapel, son.
Give respect to the homeboy from Appleton.
He’ll run you through the cycles like he was a washer,
The Bronson from Wisconsin, out of Menasha.
Good times… good times…
Well, if he’s got a problem with me posting his picture, he needs to contact me directly.
And me. I’m the Zombie’s representative, and will be conducting the negotiations. In a forest clearing. With malice aforethought…
DON’T HIT THE BANJO!!!
In news of the frade-type schaden variety, RonJon has apparently become quite touchy.
Thanks… I can’t unsee that top photo…
I just wanted to get beyond that last post. And, of course, give you all some nightmare fuel for the weekend.
Someone sent me a link to a FB page of Awkward Band And Musician Photos, where I culled that beauty. There were worse.
I thought maybe that was ZRM.
watch the doggy video, it will help.
Oh, that was perfect!!!
Oops, sorry, I am not following reply rulz.
You’re a rebel, Dottie.
It can’t be me – I have no musical talent and I don’t wear underpants…
There were pictures of musicians without underpants also. I am pretty sure they were negative on the musical talent as well.
Think how much better they would have been if Entwhistle had played that DickBass.
This one IS me. Tweakin hard, all geezed up with nowhere to go.
But my peeps loved me…
Thanks for the Buffalo Shot, speaking of EyeBleach.
…IS THAT A LUGER??!?!?!?!??!
Much more interesting – a P38. It was my fave 9 for a lot of years…
I AM SCARRED FOR LIFE
Which picture did it for you, K?
There are worse….
it should go without saying the guitar
The clown is going to haunt my dreams. Probably eat my soul too.
Why wasn’t I invited to Julie’s sixteenth birthday party?
I thought that WAS you in the picture.
Is this a real post with no words??
I added some words. Should have been here sooner.
Sure thdr. My link way up top to the GOS post contained a reference to the WaPo. I guess that counts as an ahem, YOU can link to the WaPo if you want.
I can’t be arsed to go read the article.
Do they mention his plastic asshole?
OF COURSE NOT. TEH BELTWAY SUCKUP MEDIA WOULD NEVER TALK ABOUT SUCH A THING.
…but I said he IS a Plastic Asshole, not that he HAS a plastic asshole.
College radio playing Wall of Voodoo’s version of “Ring of Fire” as I read this post. Far out.
Does the post title refer to Nilsson, or something I’ve never heard of?
Everybody’s Talkin’ Bout Nilsson, mikey.
Watched the bio-doc recently. pretty good, but kind of short on film of the man.
A while back, I had seen a book showing the houses of famous pop musicians. Nearly all of them were travesties; they seemed to feel, like William Shatner did, that success in one field made them competent in other fields, so they designed their own houses with tragic results. All except Harry, who actually hired a good architect to design the house and the result was pretty good. http://fortheloveofharry.blogspot.com/2010/08/nilsson-house.html
Also interesting, and somewhat related, is that he had a flat in London where both Cass Elliot and Keith Moon died. That’s kinda weird, ain’t it?
Maybe that’s where “Are You Sleeping?” came from.
Substance is a closet Nilsson aficionado. Your cover is blown, Oblio!
I dunno. See The Curse of Harry Nilsson.
Seems to me that Harry hung out with lots of musicians, it isn’t that surprising that they hooked each other up with living arrangements or borrowed flats, and that the lifestyle had a few casualties on the way.
Reading that Curse article, it seems like a pretty standard distribution of people with one commonality that died over any arbitrary span of time. I mean, stretching from Mama Cass’ death to the bass player for the Knack in 2004? I think a proper curse should have seen a hundred connected people dying, all in the same way, like choking on a frog leg or in freak spork accidents or something. Now THAT would be a curse.
Not that Harry’s life wasn’t tragic. His record labels never exerted any discipline, and after his huge hits, he had the power to do what he wanted; which seemed to be drinking and drugging and making music became an afterthought. The stories of his recording sessions being fueled by full bars and generous drug platters was amazing. His “Pussy Cats” episode with Lennon, where he seemed to torch his own voice was nearly a crime. Eventually his record label gave him several million dollars to go away. And then his business manager took all his money and left him broke; and then his friend John was killed by a handgun, which seemed to shock him into activism, all but abandoning his musical career.
Oddly, A couple of people in the documentary bemoaned his turning away from music to work for gun control, to which I responded WTF? One of his best friends and idols was murdered and he worked to make sure fewer people were murdered, and that was somehow a WORSE outcome than if he had ignored the grief and just went on making pop music?
Also, with the stories people were telling about episodes with Harry, the surprise is that MORE of them didn’t show up dead. Mickey Dolenz told about going out for a few drinks with Harry one night, and coming to three days later in a massage parlor in Phoenix.
I can relate. I went to an HA party in Redding one night, I think it was a Wednesday, and woke up on a pick-a-nick table in a highway rest area in Flagstaff on Saturday. The haunting part was that I looked over and there, parked quite respectably in a parking space, was my scoot – The better part of a thousand miles on a Pan Head Twin and I have NO recollection of any of it…
What on fucking earth?
It’s been a rough week. I was lashing out.
No, no,, I like it. Does that make me a sick person?
As I said above, there were worse.