In a era when rock-n-roll was dominated by bloated prog rock meanderings and laid back cocaine sniffing balladeers, the Ramones first album was released on this day, April 23rd, in 1976. It served as a mind bleach to all the snooze-o-rama the music industry was serving the listening public with.
Delcared by many music journalists worldwide as one of the most exciting things to land on a turntable in ages-the general public shyed away from the band’s 3 chord buzzsaw blast and the album only scraped it way to #111 on the Billboard charts.
38 years the self titled debut is considered a template for any band that wants to play music loud, rude and catchy and the Ramones are cultural icons to a point where their name is even dropped in Cadillac commercials.
Is it lame that I am already mentally planning my outfits for my San Francisco trip? Whatever! No fucks given! I just paid my second installment on my Kennywood/Sandcastle summer pass too! Let’s get wild! Summer 2014: LET’S GET SICKENING! HOOOOKAAAAY?!
Thank you! That is a heck of a compliment because I am a total self proclaimed “music fiend.” It is a real passion of mine! I love looking for new (or at least new to me) music on the Internet and otherwise and I am glad you get a kick out of the music too!
Iggy (born James Newell Osterberg, Jr., April 21, 1947)
Best Iggy photo in months. Happy birthday monsieur.
That lady in the back, though. Hahaha
Ford Impact 1966
Had an awesome / interesting night. Nicole and I went to the Blue Moon to watch drag race and for the show after. Made out with one of my favorite queens! and theeennnn we were waiting for our ride and, well I am pretty sure a prostitute got a ride with us. She also proposed a blow job and me coming home with her, and tried to get me to kiss her…. wtf
Yes. That did happen. She and I peed behind a park bench. And she got all handsy with our cab driver too. And contributed a whopping $7 to the fare. All in all it was a good night, but fucking bizarre. Really bizarre. Hahaha.
* Masculine pipe smoking optional, but recommended.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
|—||Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)|