Bonus points if you can find the farmer’s tan.
And, once you’re done, you can listen to this. Make sure to turn it all the way up.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
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I swear, I swear, I swear I’m gonna write about Mott The Hoople soon. Take that as a promise or a threat, I don’t give a shit.
Sonny Bono>Bono.
Bonus points:
- Dragon embroidery.
- Ian “White Shoes” Hunter, y’all.
- The proper lace-up crotch.
- Good, good, good hair day.
- The old-school TWA carry-on bag in the background.
Debits:
- Where’s the salad, braj?
- Man wears a pair of skin-tight leathers, there should be some tater salad.
Bonus points:
- That breeze is treating Dave’s do just right.
- Is that Sonny Bono’s face painted on the gas tank?
Debits:
- Jean-cut don’t make it, Dave; leathers shouldn’t be baggy.
- That bike is tackier than sailing into the wind.
Who ya got, Enthusiasts?
Fun fact for all you New York kids: Smiling Boy next to Robert Klein is longtime WNEW deejay Dennis Elsas.
Less fun fact: ELLEN FOLEY GOT SCREWED.
Obvious fact: The guy with the beard is from the record company. Any time you see a picture of Rock Stars and there’s a guy with a beard, he’s from the record company.
Temporal non-fact: Y’think it’s 1:13 in the afternoon or morning? (My guess is afternoon; everyone looks sober.)
“Where your scrumptious little guitarist?”
“Ronno? He’s avoiding you. Fred, dear, you mustn’t be so forward with the lad. He’s from Hull. They don’t have homosexuals there.”
“Tosh. I was being friendly.”
“You flat-out asked if you could see his todger.”
“Did I? Sometimes, I get away from myself at parties, darling. Tell Veronica I apologize.”
“And he really doesn’t like it when you call him ‘Veronica.”
“Oh, he’s just no fun at all.”
Jaco on bass.
Aynsley Dunbar on drums.
David Sanborn on sax.
Freddie, Brian, and Roger from Queen doing the backing vocals.
Billie Eilish has not heard of any of these people.
(EDITOR’S NOTE: The lovely chaps at Omnibus Press have sent me copies of Ian Hunter’s Diary of a Rock Star and Ian Hunter’s biography Rock ‘n’ Roll Sweepstakes by Campbell Devine, so it’s gonna be both Mottesque and Hooplish around here for a while. You’re free to wander off and check back in a couple days; I wont hold it against you.)
Numero uno: The wonderful souls at Omnibus Press have sent me a copy of Ian Hunter’s recently-reprinted 1972 classic tour memoir Diary of a Rock Star. Please purchase it after I’ve given it a rave review, so I will be sent more free books.
Numero dos: This is Lefty Rosenthal, who was played by Robert De Niro in Casino…
…and that’s the face he made at Congress when they asked him if he was a mobster.
Remember, kids: if you’re willing to take the beating, you can tell anyone to go fuck themselves.
Don’t drive yourself insane. Turn off CSPAN and relax instead with this classic Ian Hunter album featuring a murderer’s row of musicians. Don’t believe me? Look at this bullshit:
That’s some E Street bullshit right there. (And Ellen Foley!)
Valued Commentator JES sends in this pic in re: the Leslie ranking. Enthusiasts over the age of two will count seven–SEVEN–Leslie speakers behind the vocalist/flautist/organist/muttonchoppist of Dutch band Focus, Thijs van Leer. I gotta be honest with you: there’s such a thing as being too European. Even the Dead wouldn’t pull this shit; it’s just unAmerican*, man.
Are the British still European? I think that question is being answered on a moment-to-moment basis this week. The island of Britain sits on the same tectonic plate as the Continent, and that’s not gonna change, but every other facet of the query is up for grabs.
The phenomenal Larry Radar sent in this action shot of Ian Hunter and Mick Ronson; go check out his pics, and tell him how awesome they are so maybe he’ll dig around in his basement and find some more for us to enjoy.
This is what that photo sounded like:
(Kinda. The shot’s from 7/27/79 and the video’s from April of 1980. But the band’s the same, so close enough.)
That’s Garcia (left) with a white Stratocaster. Where did he get it? Why was he playing it? The answers are lost to the ages. However, the fantastic Michael Clem has put together a (seemingly) exhaustive photographic timeline of Garcia’s axes.
FUN FACT: It is also a photographic timeline of Garcia’s weight, and–towards the end–hair loss.
*Unamerican? UnAmerican? Un-American? They all look horrid.
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