#John Weathers

[grxtsch]

normal day for me (48th anniversary of in’terview) (i am not normal)

have some various photos from their ‘76 tour 😋

[the-verb-to-yeet]

Looks like they’re recording “Design” here.

[longliverockback]

Gentle Giant The Power and the Glory [40th Anniversary Edition] 2014 Alucard ————————————————— Tracks CD: 2014 Steven Wilson Mix 01. Proclamation 02. So Sincere 03. Aspirations 04. Playing the Game 05. Cogs in Cogs 06. No God’s a Man 07. The Face 08. Valedictory 09. The Power and the Glory 10. Aspirations [instrumental]

Tracks DVD: 2014 Steven Wilson Mix 5.1 Dolby 01. Proclamation 02. So Sincere 03. Aspirations 04. Playing the Game 05. Cogs in Cogs 06. No God’s a Man 07. The Face 08. Valedictory 09. The Power and the Glory 10. Aspirations [instrumental] Original 1974 Studio Mix 11. Proclamation 12. So Sincere 13. Aspirations 14. Playing the Game 15. Cogs in Cogs 16. No God’s a Man 17. The Face 18. Valedictory 19. The Power and the Glory 20. Aspirations [instrumental] —————————————————

Gary Green

Kerry Minnear

Derek Shulman

Ray Shulman

John Weathers

* Long Live Rock Archive

[hamsterdads]

johnkat and johndave how ive missed you so

[389]

Lightning strike from a summer storm over the Sonoran Desert near Florence, Arizona by John Sirlin

[classichorrorblog]

Predator (1987)

[illustratus]

Autumn glow by John Atkinson Grimshaw

[in-love-with-movies]

Rocky (1976)

[bebx]

By John Atkinson Grimshaw

[odinsblog]

So in the coming days you’re going to notice that a lot of white people (“allies”) who rightly post constantly and routinely about things like canceling student loan debt, abortion rights, LGBTQ issues, immigration reforms and other glaring social injustices, will suddenly have nothing to say about Affirmative Action being overturned. Not because they haven’t had time to form an opinion, but because they believe that “reverse racism” against white people is a real thing, and deep down they agree with the ruling. Pay attention. Take mental notes. These people are not our allies. Believe people when they show you who they really are.

[pfhwrittes]

have a chunk of tradie!141 for your reading pleasure.

it's fuckin' pourin' down, has been for the last 3 days and the forecast ain't getting any better. thick, claggy muck sucks at the soles of simon's boots, threatening to pull 'em straight off his feet as he crosses the quagmire to slip into the portakabin-cum-office where he knows his skipper'll be.

price is fumin' under his hard hat, his ancient brick of a phone glued to his ear as he barks out demands to whichever poor sod is gettin' an earful off the boss today (probably nik, who straight up refused to drive onto site, stating bold as brass that the wagon would get bogged down, fuck the delay, captain. i'm not hurting my girl for your timetable).

with a disgusted snort price throws the offending phone onto the cluttered desk sending a sheaf of papers careening onto the floor.

"fucks sake, riley. what d'ya want?" price growls out in his direction and simon just lifts a battered eyebrow at the tone. no point gettin' his knickers in a twist over weather but price has always thought himself better than acts of nature and god himself.

"told the lads to put the tools down and go 'ome."

if looks could kill, simon would be buried in a shallow grave under the portaloo. price's face is as stormy as the sky rumbling ominously outside.

"well tell 'em to pick them back up, for fucks sake! we've got a fucking job to do here, simon." price snaps, his patience well and truly gone and it isn't even dinner time by simon's watch.

simon's hi-vis jacket creaks forebodingly as he straightens up.

"no."

there's a beat as simon squares off against his skipper, the unstoppable force of john price smashing against simon's immovable iron will. simon's known john a long fuckin' time and he'll play dirty to keep the crew safe if he has to. john's seen him walk off jobs for less.

price sighs noisily, ruffling the ends of his moustache.

"right then. who're we losing?"

"gaz can't work with the humidity, ale and rudy can't paint if gaz ain't finished the plaster, don't trust soap not to fry 'isself, and flash is sat in the van dryin' out." simon counts off on his fingers.

price's eyebrows hike up to his hairline at the mention of the plumber's apprentice.

"'s matter with flash?"

simon chuckles at the memory of flash covered head to toe in mud after an unfortunate tumble.

"debuted 'is mud-wrestlin' career f'r us."

price snorts out an amused sound and shakes his head. poor sod'll be miserable for the rest of the day without any spare kit to change into.

"right, go on then. tell 'em they can fuck off for the day." price reaches for his abandoned phone, probably to tell the client, some jumped up property developer-slash-social media wanker, that the job's been delayed by the shit weather. (simon doesn't envy him in the slightest, last time he met her she looked him up and down like he was scum and he was tempted to "accidentally" score the side of her flash car with the end of a length of 22mm copper pipe.)

simon offers price a nod and turns towards the door of the 'kabin, hooking the flimsy hood of his jacket over his head.

"oi, riley. you better not have stuck flash in my van."

"nah, stuck 'im in with soap and gaz. i ain't gettin' that shit on our seats."

price's barking laugh follows simon out the door into the pissing rain.

[adventuresofalgy]

On the next morning, Algy had an unusually bright idea. If the post bird could deliver his book to him in the forest, then the post bird could also take it away for him, for it was too heavy for him to carry in addition to his magic pumpkin lantern, and he was loath to leave it behind to rot.

But even more importantly, Algy suddenly realised that the post bird must know the way back to his home, for it had to know the entire area by heart in order to make its deliveries, and all the creatures knew that it rarely if ever went astray.

Greatly heartened by this thought, Algy made his way out of the dense growth of the forest – albeit with some difficulty as he had to carry both book and pumpkin and was therefore unable to fly – and settled down at the base of a gnarled old tree to wait until the post bird should happen to pass by.

Algy had no idea how long he would have to wait, however, so he tried to relax, despite the cold, damp sensation that was bothering his tail feathers, and passed the time by attempting to recall poems he had read on the subject of waiting. He could hardly say that he felt serene… If truth be told, he felt cold, damp, impatient, and rather anxious, as he didn't know whether his plan would actually work out. But as he liked the poem he had remembered, he recited it quietly to himself, alone in the snow, for there was not another living soul in sight to hear it…

Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate, For lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears. The law of love binds every heart And knits it to its utmost kin, Nor can our lives flow long apart From souls our secret souls would win. The stars come nightly to the sky, The tidal wave comes to the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high Can keep my own away from me.

[Algy is reciting the poem Waiting by the 19th/early 20th century American naturalist and writer John Burroughs.]

[the-verb-to-yeet]

John keeping the beat up while Ray’s being a wiggly boi

[longliverockback]

Gentle Giant Live at the Bicentennial 1776-1976 2014 Alucard ——————————————————————— Tracks CD One: 1. Just the Same 2. Proclamation • Valedictory 3. On reflection 4. Interview 5. The Runaway • Experience 6. So Sincere

Tracks CD Two: 1. Exerpts from Octopus 2. Give It Back 3. Timing 4. Free Hand ———————————————————————

Gary Green

Kerry Minnear

Derek Shulman

Phil Shulman

Ray Shulman

John Weathers

* Long Live Rock Archive

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A hot chestnut vendor on 42nd St., 1933.

Photo: John Albok via 1st Dibs

[alsoknownasallison]

🎵but i love that man🎵 (fictional character Remus Lupin) 🎵like nobody can🎵 (I'm literally a lesbian)