
Nick and Nora Charles (with Asta) in The Thin Man. 1934.

Nick and Nora Charles (with Asta) in The Thin Man. 1934.
Posted in cinema, context, cute couple alert

Part four: David Bowie and Elizabeth Taylor in Beverly Hills. Photo by Terry O’Neill. 1975.
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Welles on the set of Philip Saville’s Oedipus the King. 1968.
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I bought a shitload of battered 45s for $.50 each this weekend. There were a good number of gems in the pile and some of the damaged ones just need a good cleaning but many of them are too beat to even put on my turntable. I’m now in the market for a cheap record player to play junk like this on. In the meantime, let’s appreciate the design of the labels. (And as always, I’m aware of how lame it is that I’m not posting MP3s of these records.)


This one plays beautifully.




Early George Clinton.

James Brown had so much to say about hot pants that a single side couldn’t contain it all. Parts two and three are on the flip.

Wait a minute, what’s that?

Now, I’m not saying that The Killer himself signed this but I sure as hell didn’t. When I entered “Jerry Lee Lewis signed” into ebay the other night I found an auction for a Sun 45 with a signature that looks pretty close to the one above. Check it out below.

The auction ended at $35.00, so that’s the approximate ebay value of a Jerry Lee Lewis signature with zero provenance.





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Years after the event: Forty years ago today it was announced that Paul was quitting The Beatles.
How did the other three react?
Lennon to reporter: “You can say I said jokingly, he didn’t quit, he was fired.”
Harrison via friend: “George doesn’t want to talk about it. He wants to be left alone.”
Ringo: “This is all news to me.”

Fans and Apple Scruffs outside 3 Savile Row, London on April 10, 1969.

Malcolm McLaren (pictured below in December 1971 with Vivienne Westwood), punk impresario, dead yesterday at age 64.

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Chaplin (circled, obviously) at the Central London Poor Law School at Hanwell. 1897.
Posted in catching up with the chaplins, cinema, context