Seaweed Flamed Chevy G10
I love seaweed flames and Chevy G10’s, so this snapshot is hitting on all cylinders. https://psyne.co/products/custom-paint-by-sam-radoff-1976-vintage-mens-t-shirt/
The cocaine coursed through her organs in time with the pounding bass…
“The colored lights streamed over her face like rays of the sun. She closed her eyes and raised her arms over her head. The song
Mona’s Club 440: San Francisco’s First Lesbian Bar
Mona’s Club 440 was San Francisco’s first lesbian bar and most likely first in the USA. In 1934 Mona Sargent originally opened the bar on
Speed Boat Season is Upon Us
The best part about speed boats has to be the girls in bikinis who come around because they like to go fast. https://psyne.co/products/hot-water-marine-speed-1975-vintage-mens-t-shirt/
Jim Croce Wrote Music That Still Resonates Today
Singer-songwriter Jim Croce, who wrote the hit song “Time in a Bottle” while living on a farmhouse in Lyndell, has seemingly fallen into obscurity after
Pappy and Harriet’s Pioneertown Palace
Pioneertown wasn’t always a real town, but it is now. Only a real town would have its own honky-tonk, right? Pioneertown was an elaborate film
ELP’s Tarkus: The Story Behind The Album
For Emerson, Lake & Palmer, the year 1971 represented an opportunity to establish that this union of three giant talents was more than a mere
Fire, losses, and rock ’n’ roll: The wild saga of the Miss Rock
Perhaps no origin story better foretold a career than that of the Miss Rock. On a sorta related note, my college girlfriend was roommates with
I’ve learned enough to know that the sun does 70% of the work
When I bought my Nikon, I never thought I’d be featured as a model or photographer, ever! I began taking photos to complement my writing.
Maverick Muscle Car
The Ford Maverick has always had a muscular look to it, though for the most part, never had the muscle under the hood to back
Satyricon offered sex, drugs and rock ’n’ roll, and epitomized a Portland that is gone forever
Satyricon was easy to overlook. Its storefront, shoved next to a rundown grocery, faded into the grittiest part of Old Town. Its reputation, however, glowed
Glory days, baby. Glory days.
Nowadays, just posting a photo like this will get you a night in the hole, but back in the ’80s we weren’t a bunch of
