#BLACK FLAG 1982
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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 1 month ago
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HE PLEDGED ALLEGIANCE TO THE MISFITS FIEND CLUB -- ONE OF THE BAND'S BIGGEST FANS.
PIC INFO: Spotlight on the mighty Henry Rollins, then-vocalist of L.A.-based hardcore punk band BLACK FLAG, photographed backstage at 688 Club in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, c. August 1982. 📸: Bryan Pritchard.
Source: www.picuki.com/media/3504328634836071789.
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the80s · 2 months ago
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Henry Rollins, Black Flag (1982)
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meetmeinthesandbox · 2 years ago
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Black Flag outstanding line up in 1982 - Chuck Dukowski (bass), Henry Rollins (vocals), Gregg Ginn (guitar), Chuck Biscuits (drums), Dez Cadena (guitar).
*taken from Punkrock History on Twitter.
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mrbopst · 6 months ago
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My favorite Black Flag album
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dozydawn · 1 year ago
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“A Palestinian home in the Old City of Jerusalem decorated with Hajj painting - marks indicating Muslim inhabitants have made a pilgrimage. The house is painted with red and green 'spots' two of the colours of the Palestinian flag, the other colours being white and black. The drawing centre left are of the Kaaba (Cube) in Mecca and the Al Aqsa Mosque (Dome of the Rock) in Jerusalem and possibly the Ibrahimi Mosque in Hebron. Jerusalem, April 1982.”
Photographed by Homer Sykes.
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boys4pelefan · 2 months ago
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ian mackaye (minor threat & fugazi) skating henry rollins (black flag) circa 1982-83 (my guess). couldn't find an exact date.
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napunk-history · 7 months ago
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Henry Rollins (Black Flag)
688 Club, Atlanta, GA (1982-08-28)
© Bryan Pritchard
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punkrockhistory · 5 months ago
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Henry Rollins of Black Flag backstage at 688 Club, Atlanta, Georgia, August 1982.
Photos by Bryan Pritchard
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aussiehorrific · 3 months ago
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Henry Rollins with Black Flag, ca. 1982.
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punkunited · 7 months ago
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A young Henry Rollins of Black Flag (1982)
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gracev0609 · 10 months ago
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Young in the Night
Josh Kiszka X Reader
Journey back in time to 1982, to an Alternate Universe where Josh is at the epicenter of debauchery and excess. Josh is an entertainer at the hottest new thing on the block, Chippendales, the place for women to drool and ogle.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Adult Themes, Drug Use (cocaine), Explicit Sex.
Tugging your cropped leather jacket closer to your torso as you wait in line, your skimpy outfit is not doing much to block the chill from the cool evening air. You gazed up at the neon sign through your teased bangs. The summer of 1982 was coming to an end and you were standing in line with your best friend Marie at the hottest thing in the city of Los Angeles for women, Chippendales.
“Do you think the dancers actually kiss the girls?,” Marie asked leaning in.
“That's what I've heard!,” you giggled, silently hoping to receive a kiss yourself.
The line moved up until you were in front of the doorman. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you stand in front of the door, uncertain in what lies ahead.
“Alright, you're next! Have a good time ladies!”
The heavy door opened and you were met with colorful lights and the hottest music playing, hundreds of seats sitting around a lit stage. Over on one side was a bar, the first sight you were set on. Grabbing Marie's hand you drug her with, eager to get a tequila sunrise on your hands.
You exchanged cash for your cocktails and went to find a seat, surprisingly you found two in the front row, being the second group to be let inside. The seating was filling up fast, from front seats to back.
The club started to fill and the lights got low, Marie gripped onto your forearm,” Oh I think it's starting!”
A man came out onto the stage, black dress pants, suspenders and no shirt,” Good evening ladies! My name is Mark, and I'll be your host tonight! Welcome to Chippendales, you're in for a night of hunky splendor!”
A tall tan man with blonde hair graced the stage, he was dancing around in the smallest shorts you had ever seen, a collared bowtie around his neck, and little cufflinks around his wrists like wrist bands. It was a play on the playboy bunny, but it worked. He shimmied and shaked working the crowd. You laughed as Marie reached out for him, waving a dollar bill around like a flag,” He's so cute!”
You thought he was an attractive man undoubtedly, but he didn't really do it for you.
He wiggled his way over to where the two of you sat, his hips gyrating in Marie's face.
“Hi sweetheart, do you wanna kiss?” He leaned over Marie as she nodded her head and you watched in awe as they locked lips like passionate lovers.
He pulled away and strutted around the stage, Marie looked at you with red rosy cheeks,” Oh my god!”
The crowd was roaring and your ears were practically ringing, the host speaks into the microphone again,” That was the Perfect Man ladies! Let's give him a huge thank you!”
The women around you went wild as you clapped, not quite understanding what they all saw in him. He was just a man, cute, but just a man. You could admit that the energy in the room was electric and you couldn't help but get swept up in the fun of it all. Mostly naked men parading around showing off their bodies and family jewels, it was drool worthy.
You watched a few more of the acts, some of the men had themes and costumes, some of them came out in pants and stripped down to speedos or g strings.
The host grabbed the mic once again,” Alright sweethearts, I present to you, our next act, an angel in disguise, Joshua!”
Out he came strutting the stage like he owned it, he was clad in the tiniest g string he could get away with, the infamous collared bow tie, and a pair of devil horns nestled into his funky curly mullet. You were instantly captivated by the interesting man. You studied his build, he was small, but toned. He looked strong, though not as strong as others you've seen tonight. Most of his skin was on display, the gleam of the stage lights made his oiled skin shine. The more he danced around to the music the more you became enamored with him. The jiggle of his butt as he strutted up to the audience on the other side of the stage forced you to ogle him.
Reaching into your clutch grabbing your dollar bills you leaned into Marie,” I don't know if I've ever seen a man have more ass!”
He swayed his hips, moving to the side of the stage you were at. When he stopped directly in front of you, his barely clothed package inches away from your face, a deep blush rose on your cheeks.
He squatted down so you were face to face, plucking the dollar from your fingers. Your breath caught in your throat as you really saw his face, he had the biggest softest brown eyes, a perfect white smile, and rosy red cheeks. He was slightly sweaty from gyrating around on stage, but that just added to his sex appeal.
Josh bit his lip before releasing it, his bottom lip plump and slick. Purring he crooned,” Hi Angel. D’ya want a kiss?”
You've never wanted a kiss from a man in devil horns more, nodding your head you leaned in and slipped your hands into his curls at the nape of his neck. When his soft pink lips met yours you almost swore you felt a spark of electricity, but that could be the tequila sunrise talking. You felt his tongue lick across your bottom lip, and tingles shot to your core. Easily you opened up for the performer, moaning lightly when his tongue danced with yours.
The kiss kept going on and on. The music kept playing, the girls kept screaming , and Josh kept kissing you. He had your jaw gripped in his hand, and yours traveled down the length of his torso, squeezing his pecs before landing on his hips. The elastic of his g string resting at your fingertips. You kept thinking that now was when he was going to disconnect from you, but if anything he leaned into you more. The kissing went on for so long that Mark the host came back on over the speakers,” Okay Joshua, angel in disguise, your time has ended! Wrap up your act!”
Josh finally ended the kiss,” If ya wanna go home with me, wait for me after the show.”
🎀🎀🎀
The club lights came up and the women started emptying out, the show was over but the bar was still active. You turned to Marie,” I'm gonna go home with him! I'll call you when I get home okay!”
“Okay babe! I'll leave the phone cord plugged in tonight so I hear the call!”
You hugged her goodbye and sat back down in your seat, sipping on a fresh tequila sunrise. It took you a second to recognize the man who had now come to stand in front of you, it was Joshua, but he was wearing clothes now. He had on white sneakers, light wash blue jeans, and a blue short sleeve button up, unbuttoned of course. “Hi Angel. I see you've made up your mind.”
“Hi Joshua. I did make up my mind.”
He grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet,”Please call me Josh.”
He laces your fingers together and leads you out the front door of the club.
“I don't live far!” He squeezed your hand in his as you walked shoulder to shoulder on the LA sidewalk.
“I really enjoyed the show Josh! Your act especially,” You beamed,” It was my first time at Chippendales!”
He smiles down at you, this time you notice a slight gap between his front teeth,” I'm so glad Angel.”
“My name is Y/N, just so you know.”
One side of his smile quirks up,” Y/N…. I think I prefer Angel for tonight.”
You blushed feeling butterflies in your stomach.
Soon you arrived at his front door, you stood behind him as he fished the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.
Feeling your eyes widen in surprise, he must be making a lot of money from the club. His home had beautiful new modern furniture. He led you to his couch before pulling you into his lap. Your skirt rode up your hips and you straddled his thighs, your lips connecting again. Josh wasted no time running his hands up and down your body, his light touches making your nipples harden under your shirt.
Your hands wander his soft torso once against, and he leans in and kisses up your neck nibbling at your ear.
“Want some blow?” Josh cooes breathlessly.
Nerves bubble in your stomach, you've done it before, at a club with Marie.
“Just a bump.”
“Mmhmm.”
Josh lightly nips at the skin of your neck before lifting your shirt off your body, your bare breasts bouncing in his face.
“Heavenly” he breathes, placing your nipple in his hot waiting mouth. Back arching into his touch you moan his name. You grind your hips down into his hard on, making him moan out too.
Panting he disconnected from your chest and leans down, his hand placed on your back supporting your weight as he bends.
He retries a glass tray, blade and a baggie of white powder.
You wiggle your hips in his lap as he prepares your indulgence.
“God I'm so hard. Have you ever had sex on this? It's incredible.”
“I haven't, I've only taken it in the club.”
You hear the metal blade scraping on glass,” Are you sure you just want a bump? You can have more if you want more.”
You turn in his grasp to look at the tray, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit.
“I’ll do a line with you.” You whisper rocking your hips into him.
Josh kisses your cheek before separating the substance into two lines. He picks up the tray, placing it in your hands to hold as he gets the straw. Holding it to his face he leans down and inhales. Lifting his head his eyes flutter closed as his nose scrunches. After a few seconds he opens them, handing you the straw and taking the glass tray so you can partake. Leaning down you mirror his actions, also scrunching your nose at the uncomfortable feeling.
He places the paraphernalia back on the coffee table in front of him, and grabs your hips pulling them down onto his aching cock. Losing your patience you climb off of him and discard the rest of your clothing.
“Eager are we baby?” Josh chuckles following suit and removing his jeans and underwear. Feeling the effects of the blow your jaw drops at the sight of his cock. It's pretty. He's thick and pulsing, the head flushed a deep red. Your slick threatening to drip down your thigh, you place yourself back into his lap. His cock slips in between your wet folds as you grind his head against your clit.
Throwing his head back he moans,” God your pussy's just drenching me.”
After a few more minutes of grinding he's begging you to let him in. You grab him hot in your hand and line him up with your entrance.
‘Go slow Angel, stretch that tight cunt for me.”
The feeling of him in you was indescribable, euphoria tingling within your body. He felt so good. After a few minutes of bouncing he lifted you off of him.
“Wanna switch, put your ass up for me.”
You did as you were told, leaning your forearms down onto his green couch. He shuddered when he ran the tip of his cock through your slick again. You were so turned on you weren't sure if you had ever been so wet, it was all over your thighs.
Softly he nudges his way back in you, his sensitive head nestled against your g spot. His hips drive forward and you yelp at the sensation. Everything is so intense and pleasurable, you weren't sure if you'd ever had sex this good before. With his rhythmic push and pull of his cock against your special spot you felt that familiar feeling bubbling up in your stomach.A man had never made you cum before, especially not with just his cock.
“Josh, I'm getting close. I'm - I'm gonna cum.”
“Cum for me Y/N. Fuck, do I wanna feel it.”
You were in disbelief at how alive this sinful specimen of a man could make you feel.
Your high came crashing down on you as you clenched and fluttered around his cock. You gushed and gushed as he abused your insides.
You could hear grunts of praise as he fucked you through it,” Angel. I'm gonna cum. Are you on the pill baby?”
“Uhhuh!”
“Can I cum inside love?”
“Please Josh, ruin me!”
He gripped your hips even tighter, pounding into your tight heat. You felt him get even harder, swelling inside of you before spurting his warm cum painting your insides.
“Fuck! Fuck I'm still cumming,” he gasps out.
You could feel him throbbing and twitching pumping out small dribbles of cum as his orgasm dwindled.
Once he catches his breath he pulls out gently. You stay still propped up on your arms and knees .
“Just sit down love, we already ruined the upholstery.”
You chuckled, settling back down on the cushions, you laid your head on Josh's shoulder as you came down from all of your highs.
Josh pulls you into his body, eager for some skin to skin contact, “Oh to be young in the night, huh?”
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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 5 months ago
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RIDING INDEPENDENT IN REAGAN'S AMERICA.
PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on former BLACK FLAG vocalist/frontman in a print advert for Independent Trucks, and published in the August 1982 issue of "Thrasher" Magazine.
PIC #2: Henry Rollins of BLACK FLAG Independent advertisement, followed by a Powell Peralta advert right alongside it.
Source: www.thrashermagazine.com/articles/magazine/august-1982.
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sowhatifiliveinfukuoka · 6 months ago
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Henry Rollins (Black Flag) + H.R. (Bad Brains)
The Whisky A-Go-Go, West Hollywood, CA (1982-03-25)
© Glen E. Friedman
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slutdge · 7 months ago
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info dump about eyehategod and sludge here 👇
I have been ACTIVATED
well first of all ehg were originally called Snuffalupagus On Acid but that was pretty short lived. Mike also wasn't their original lead singer, and their original lead singer is now like a jesus freak and when Jimmy saw him like years later he tried to convince him to change the name from Eyehategod to something else. Mike lost his whole family except for his one older brother in the span of 2 years which is really sad so he grew up in a group home which he ran away from when he was 12 to see a Black Flag show. It was a 21+ show so he just stood outside the venue to listen from there. Mike's also originally from North Carolina. Eyehategod got booed off the stage every night when they opened for Pantera in 1996, typical Pantera bros with zero taste 😤 Mike also said he gave lice to "at least half" of the crew on that tour. Mike also had his apartment building burn down during hurricane katrina which he said really fuckin sucked cause it was full of his lyric notebooks and his huge rare punk vinyl collection. Jimmy only plays with 4 strings on his guitar for Eyehategod. Dale Crover from Melvins briefly played drums for them after Joey Lacaze died. Mike used to be the merch dude for the band Shellshock. Randy Blythe used to go to Eyehategod shows as a teenager and beg them to let him sing. Mike used to live in a flea infested room over a strip club at 522 Bourbon street. Mikes address listed in the ITNOS liner notes was 4836 Zenith Street, apartment 305, Metarie, Louisiana, 70001. When Misfits got arrested in a cemetery that one time in 1982, Mike was arrested with them, he was showing them the exposed bones you could see in the tombs. The sound of glass breaking at the beginning of the song My Name Is God (I Hate You) was a recording of Mike smashing a bottle in the studio, which he ended up accidentally cutting himself on, he then smeared blood all over the walls of the studio and wrote "death to pigs" with it. All of Jimmy's top teeth are fake.
Here's a youtube playlist with 100+ hours of all my favorite Eyehategod live shows
I'll add more as I think of it, this is the most I could bang out in 5 minutes cause I gotta go make dinner now.
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mrbopst · 1 year ago
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Black Flag. 1982.
GLEN E. FRIEDMAN
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kvetchlandia · 11 months ago
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Raymond Pettibon Black Flag, the Ramones and the Minutemen at the Palladium, Hollywood 1982
Yet another show I was at. An unbelievable bill, although I have to admit I was burning out on Henry Rollins, who was never my fave Black Flag vocalist.
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