Came here to make sure Night of the Lepus was on the list!
Came here to make sure Night of the Lepus was on the list!
Radio Birdman, live 1977
in good company with Escort Mk1 and Capri as well a 3.0 Csl!
The quad headlights are awesome. Thank you.
So today I saw a picture of one Sister Rosetta Tharpe wearing a big white coat and playing a Gibson guitar. I looked her up on youtube.
Little Walter “Juke”
I’ve always wanted a late 60s/early 70s Opel with a small block. They’ve got that great “sort of American buy not” look going on.
Some lovers rock this week.
Art Blakey with Clifford Brown, Pee Wee Russell and Lou Donaldson, from Night at Birdland Vol. 1
Of course the Redskins fans have trouble spelling. Even just speaking about their team it comes out slurred.
Was in Annapolis less than a month ago and watched as the State legislature buried 3 bills to promote police accountability. At Baltimore city hall today protesting another senseless act of government violence. . . . . ugh.
Clifford Brown & Max Roach
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Someone already mentioned the No Goal in the ‘99 Cup Final, so I’ll post this, even though I didn’t really have a dog (no pun intended) in the hunt.
Fonda was freakin' brilliant in The Limey. His character was a riff on the whole privileged, oversexed Sixties stoner archetype. I'm not even sure he was acting. Good stuff.
"This is not a drill! It's a hammer and nails... Now let's see if you can actually complete a fucking cross, Tim."
I've never met him, but I bet he despises Big Birthday. Nonetheless, cheers to Mark E. Smith on the anniversary of his having been thrown into this godless, hopeless, vile maelstrom of insatiable greed, unapologetic stupidity, and ubiquitous vulgar squalor.
Incidentally, Goro Inagaki was a member of the pop group, SMAP, who were the Japanese equivalent of the Backstreet Boys. Somehow, I can't see Nick Carter pulling off Lord Naritsugu.
(sigh)...........boy, just think of all the people I could shoot in the face with a truck like that.
Awww....I'd hoped for a Star Trek series from the point of view of the Doomsday Machine. It's never ending journey to understand this thing you humans call....love....by eating every single planet where that emotion is experienced.