Black Plaid
Other Alan!
I’m going for a Bob Guccione type narrative.
The narrative pacing and photographic presentation form a gestalt.
This is the good part of the internet, you don't get this kind of quality content on Reddit, folks.
I’m going for a Bob Guccione type narrative.
those were the days
Wouldn’t you have to go back to the blurry photography to fully achieve this?
...I’m writing for a certain demographic.
I’m going for a Bob Guccione type narrative. I figure people will read the text as much as a 70’s Penthouse magazine while mostly looking at the pictures, so I’m writing for a certain demographic.
Phenomenal stuff, Mr. Serg! I hadn’t seen those awesome looking specimens, either!
So far for me, the 2015 is the leader in the club house. That is the hotness!
Now I got your fingerprint. I'm gonna make one of those little fake prints and use it to do nefarious things!
I parked the Firebird 400 I bought with my band earnings and walked into the old house my friends rented that year. The place reeked of pot. I took that as a good sign. One of my friends was lying on the floor with his head inches between two hi fi loudspeakers set up like headphones. The music was very loud.
“What music is this?”
He didn’t hear me. I nudged him with the toe of my Clark’s Desert Boot. He looked up, red-eyed, smiling.
“What are we listening to, it’s hip,” I yelled.
He handed me the black and white album cover that was on the floor next to him, and went back to his reverie. There was a drawing of a lion, and the word, ‘Santana’. “New band,” he shouted. “You should hear it like this!”
‘Jingo’ was playing at what seemed like 130 db
“I’ll pass on that,” I said. But I went straight to the record store and bought the album.
“Too bad I can’t get a guitar with this guy Santana’s signature OM symbol on it,” I said, listening to the record. My stereo was cranked so loud that puffs of smoke were coming out of the speakers.
“Talk to me in 16 years,” said my young friend Paul.
Summer of ‘69?
Close. Fall of ‘69.
That was Bryan’s first song title!
Close. Fall of ‘69.
Well, then no wonder it wasn’t a hit!
Sorry, but the proper way that was taught to me was to shoot through a nylon stocking. If it was recently taken off, well ....I think it’s called “soft focus”
Achieved by smearing petroleum jelly around the edge of the lens! Don’t ask me how I know!
Now I so understand the purple velvet jacket and snakeskin boot appreciation.I parked the Firebird 400 I bought with my band earnings and walked into the old house my friends rented that year. The place reeked of pot. I took that as a good sign. One of my friends was lying on the floor with his head inches between two hi fi loudspeakers set up like headphones. The music was very loud.
“What music is this?”
He didn’t hear me. I nudged him with the toe of my Clark’s Desert Boot. He looked up, red-eyed, smiling.
“What are we listening to, it’s hip,” I yelled.
He handed me the black and white album cover that was on the floor next to him, and went back to his reverie. There was a drawing of a lion, and the word, ‘Santana’. “New band,” he shouted. “You should hear it like this!”
‘Jingo’ was playing at what seemed like 130 db
“I’ll pass on that,” I said. But I went straight to the record store and bought the album.
“Too bad I can’t get a guitar with this guy Santana’s signature OM symbol on it,” I said, listening to the record. My stereo was cranked so loud that puffs of smoke seemed to be coming out of the speakers. Might have been the incense.
“Talk to me in 16 years,” said my young friend Paul.
Erm... nope... You'd probably need to be a Canadian... and old to remember this...That was Bryan’s first song title!