#New Brighton

[wanderingnewyork]

A house in #New_Brighton, #Staten_Island.

[not-in-front-of-the-klingons]

It was freezing cold out, but it was worth every second. The aurora tonight might be the most beautiful thing i have ever seen in my life.

[greyscale-stories-rp]

Perch rock lighthouse, standing strong through another storm.

Pentax k50 + Pentax 55-300 F5.8 WR

[unteriors]

13th Street, New Brighton, Pennsylvania.

[whereifindsanity]

Rae Lawson

[fawnvelveteen]

Tom Wood, "Fur coat sisters", New Brighton, UK, 1985

[scavengedluxury]

[janemacneil]

Seaforth Dock from New Brighton, Wallasey, Merseyside, February 2024

[federer7]

New Brighton, Merseyside, England. 1984

Photo: Martin Parr

[wateringstone]

Cold days in my little beach town.

[wanderingnewyork]

A springtime look at a wonderful house in #New_Brighton, #Staten_Island

[oldphotosnobodycaresabout]

[leftfield-fm]

That night, we played at New Brighton's Tower Ballroom. The compère and promoter was Bob Wooler of the Cavern Club and on the bill with us were twelve finalists in a beat contest. Elaborate plans had been made to get us into the venue by means of a chair-lift, but it was finally decided that it would be too dangerous if fans got out of hand. The crowd of 5,000 got out of hand anyway. We waited five hours to go on stage and, despite some laughs backstage with Jimmy Savile, one of the contest judges, we were already tired. Fighting began when we struck up the music; it was Mods versus Rockers, with the Tower Ballroom's spotlights picking out the fights! The battle lasted forty-five minutes and fifty youths had been ejected from the hall, two with knives. We had orders to carry on as normal, and so we played a set of fourteen songs and there was no arrests.

It was the same pattern we'd experienced so often: girls being pushed by those at the back, and the result a terrible crush at the stage. How could such hysteria be contained? Bob Wooler said: "The answer is to give the kids plenty of space to let off steam, but see you have complete control from start to finish. The bouncers did a fine job. They may have seemed ruthless, but you could see they had to be, for the kids' own sakes, and the kids knew it."

This might have been true. I saw a girl with a ripped pink dress being dragged away by her hair. Later, I asked her what sort of time she had. "Fab," she replied.

excerpt from Bill Wyman's memoir, Stone Alone

[k-sands-photography]

[richardccooper]

Squirrel in Vale Park, New Brighton