#Beat-Club

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

Fanny performing their song "Blind Alley" live on Beat-Club, 1971 (x)

[mudwerks]

(via Eric Burdon & War - Spill The Wine (1970)

[schibborasso]

CREAM BEAT-CLUB 60s

[dashes-and-letters]

[denniswilsonzine]

Dennis drumming & singing during The Beach Boys performance of California Girls on Beat-Club (West Germany TV), 1968. Taken from the gif set on Wildhoneymp3's post

[yooo-lets-go]

what sort of music does simon listen to- and what are the others’ opinions on it when they inevitably discover it?

They probably wouldn’t share a playlist

Plus Roach:

[pastdaily]

The Hollies - Beat Club - 1966 - Past Daily Morning Soundbooth

https://pastdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/the-hollies-live-on-the-beat-club-may-28-1966.mp3 Click on the link here for Audio Player – The Hollies – Live At Beat Club – May 28, 1966 – German TV Taking a detour to the deep, dark past this morning with a live appearance by The Hollies, originally broadcast over German TV on May 28, 1966.  One of those bands that set themselves apart from the…

[iamlostandinneedofcoffee]

I like to imagine that every once in a while Red Hood just goes off comms for long stretches of time and comes back bruised as shit and exhausted before logging off for the night and the rest of bat brigade is trying to figure out which villain of the week keeps jumping him.

Eventually they, cause communication is a skill no one learned, just start harassing hood’s men to find out whose turf they are invading only to find out they thought the bats were beefing with Red again cause he keeps mumbling about brats.

Now they are trying to find out which one of them is lying about fucking with Jason and no one is owning up, the trackers they keep putting on him are fizzling out, no one as any idea and Jason ain’t saying shit. But like he’s never properly irritated about it or asks for help nor can they find anything out so they let it go for now (read keep trying to track him to no avail).

And then one night Red Robin comes across Red getting chased and then fighting off a feral looking teenager on the roofs of Crime Alley and just when he looks like he is getting the upper hand another drops down from above (how the fuck the nearest taller building is not anywhere near close enough to dive into the fight from what the fuck?!?) and joins the brawl.

Tim is about to rush in to help Jason before the two teens’ heads turn in unison to him with Lazarus green eyes and look like cats when they see a red dot. Jason panics and before he can grab them, they leap and now Tim is in a cartoon brawl dust cloud and all and Jason has joined in and is calling them all brats and how his gunna whop their ass- and there is a foot in his mouth.

And yet through it all Tim never feels afraid. In fact, as he fights he realises they are keeping up and beating him all whilst smiling and punning(?!? They must never meet dick SHIT DUCK) and that won’t fucking do, so he brings out all his tools and tricks and is getting matching by two raccoon twins. 20 minutes later they are all grinning bloody smiles and just as he is about to slam his bo staff up into into the female looking twin, a whistle is blown.

They all freeze and look over in unison as if they all became shining quadruplets at a giant shit house built fucking man. And like Tim has seen big men. Bane is a big mother fucker. Superman is a big mother fucker, and is also shaped like one. Bats is big but this guy even though his is maybe not as large he feels infinitely more terrifying and that’s before you get to the flaming(fucking literally, how does that even work or stay in the pony tail) white hair.

“Alright enough for tonight or foods gunna go cold. Inside.” A voice bellows across the roof before the man disappears??!? At the mention of food the one top of Tim almost starts drooling, gets up and starts dragging Tim’s still prone body across the roof and off of it OH FUCK AND INTO A WALL WHA and they went through it… well

A couple second later Jason and the other dude stumble in. Jason picks Tim up as he is coming down from that mini adrenaline rush at and puts a arm around Tim, half hug half chokehold, saying “say nothing and you get to join once a week. Say shit and you’re haunted.” And walks off to the kitchen and starts bringing out food.

… safe to say the rest of the bats are now confused why Tim of all people is now turning up bruised as well with Jason, cause if it was him to start why has he started loosing all of a sudden??? And he says fuck all but his weapons and fighting style has got more chaotic and terrifying.

Oh and he seems to be eating… well you win some and lose some

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

"Hey Bulldog" performed by Fanny (featuring the extra verse they wrote) live on Beat-Club in 1971 (x)

[logictoinsanity]

I wanna start an autistic fight club I caNnOt be the only one who feels like being able to regularly fight someone would fix me

like we meet up, we beat the shit out of each other, we order pizza and tend to our wounds and watch a movie

freedom from pent up rage and understimulation

it'd be great who's in

[schibborasso]

MONK CHANT 1966 The Monks, referred to by the name monks on record sleeves, were an American garage rock band formed in Gelnhausen, West Germany in 1964. Assembled by five American GIs stationed in the country, the group grew tired of the traditional format of rock, which motivated them to forge a highly experimental style characterized by an emphasis on hypnotic rhythms that minimized the role of melody, augmented by the use of sound manipulation techniques. The band's unconventional blend of shrill vocals, feedback, and guitarist David Day's six-string banjo baffled audiences, but music historians have since identified the Monks as a pioneering force in avant-garde music. The band's lyrics often voiced objection to the Vietnam War and the dehumanized state of society, while prefiguring the harsh and blunt commentary of the punk rock movement of the 1970s and 1980s. The band's appearance was considered as shocking as its music, as they attempted to mimic the look of Catholic monks by wearing black habits with cinctures symbolically tied around their necks, and hair worn in partially shaved tonsures.

[valtsv]

i don't have the clubber's temperament but listening to lady gaga makes me wish i did

[garianna]

this DJ3K concept art is going to make me throw up from laughing

[cogentranting]

Can't believe that in the age of all social media steadily morphing to favor short tik-tok style videos, we actually managed to kill Tumblr Live.

[girlboss-marv]

Why don’t you have a seat?