#Plastic Factory

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

QUITE POSSIBLY THE HEAVIEST BLUES TRACK OF 1967 -- PURE, STRAIGHT-OUT-THE-SWAMP HEAVY BLUES.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the ultra rare Buddah "Plastic Factory" (b/w "Where There's Woman") single by CAPTAIN BEEFHEART & HIS MAGIC BAND, taken from the recently unearthed mono masters to the Captain's 1967 debut LP "Safe as Milk," released on Sundazed Music as part of Record Store Day Black Friday in 2012.

But, yeah, this track boasts just the murkiest, dirtiest, most menacing blues sound you've ever heard, and with the bass guitar being totally up front in the mix as well, hence the track's power, ferocity, and overall depth.

This ain't the Summer of Love at all, people, and it's just a really super-HEAVY and scary-sounding, no frills, blues cut. The Captain's harp is absolutely masterful as well, and it remains my all-time favorite track on his "Safe As Milk" (1967) debut LP until my inevitable doom. Check that shit out if ya haven't already!

Source: www.45cat.com/record/s255.

[heltersk3lter]

Andy Warhol, John Lennon, & Yoko Ono in 1978 📸

[steven-myself]

Voodoo- Hamidou Banor by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine XXXVI

[sephirthoughts]

the sephiroth we have at home

[the-cricket-chirps]

Jack Mitchell

Gerard Malanga

1971

[thejadecount]

I love how with each new installment of TMNT Donnie just becomes more unhinged. Like we’re gonna cut to the Mutant Mayhem movie and Donnie’s online human persona is going to be some cyber-terrorist who’s a known war criminal in at least 24 countries.

[sweetfirebird]

Feels like I've been ranting about American employers expecting low wage workers to still go into work during horrific and catastrophic events for a while now and workers just keep dying and I hate it here.

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

i am average gen z girl i work 15 hours in the microplastics factory to buy one pronoun

[radicalposture]

absolutely incredible things are happening on twitter rn

[cubbihue]

YIPPIEE!!!

I fixed all of the hyperlinks on the Itty Bitties series! bcs.

becuase it bothered me :(

[plasticmans-plasticfan]

And on today's episode of : plas what the fuck.

[joanofarc]

plastic flowers, the wake (1987, 2015).

i’m looking for something that no one else could bring yes, for something

[chlothequeen]

I’ve found some things today that I fear will reawaken an old hyperfixation

[mafaldaknows]

GRIFTERS GOTTA GRIFT

Smells like trash, fits like trash, looks like trash. With Hefty bag vibes, it’s perfect for taking itself out to the curb along with the bins on trash day.

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"I liked it," Dorian shrugged affably as he drained the last of his glass as he continued to tuck into his shrimp etouffee, admitting, "Probably one of the few lessons I actually enjoyed, if only because it got me outside for a bit, and that I quite liked my horse, very sweet girl named Lilac. Father took it all very seriously, of course, but I much preferred to go on slower, more leisurely rides, especially since the lessons were so early in the morning."

"I envied him fiercely," Elizabeth confessed with a little grin, saying, "I loved horses growing up, I loved taking care of them in the stables, and I sincerely wished I could have learned to ride too. Lilac was the sweetest of all the horses the Gracey's had, she loved me-even if she did have the naughty habit of sticking her snout in his pockets in search of sugar cubes!"

"You think those ghost horses out in front of the house would mind being taken for a ride? Might be a nice change of pace from being hitched to the hearse," Randall asked curiously-while said horses appeared invisible to the mortal guests, they were ethereal, skeletal mounts to the ghosts of Gracey Manor, tethered to the foreboding-looking hearse outside of the Mansion (Dorian's own funeral hearse, actually). They seldom got a chance to stretch their legs, and might welcome the change all the same.

And Dorian agreed, nodding a little as he smiled, "That might not be a bad idea! You just might get that chance to learn after all, Emily."

"Count me in too!" Wilhelm grinned, a little delighted at the idea of taking lessons alongside his daughter-in-law, while June smiled happily for her husband, before turning to her parents, asking, "What about you, Mother, Father? Would you be interested in learning?"

"Ah, no, thank you," August smiled shyly; spotting Lon and Erika's quizzical looks (especially Erika-who wouldn't want to learn to ride a pretty horsey?), Josephine elaborated, "Your granddaddy got spooked by a horse once, when we were courting."

"Spooked?" Lon echoed, as his grandfather elaborated, "Yes, your grandmother and I were out one afternoon in the park, and she had left to feed some of the birds congregating there, while I stayed back, I'd been thinking of buying us something to drink and, uh, a horse came up from behind me, very quietly, I have to say, leaned over my shoulder, and, uh...ate the carnation I had in my lapel."

"The poor dear fainted!" Josephine recalled, squeezing her husband's arm adoringly as she thought back to that day: The horse had eloped from its job ferrying young lovers around the park in a carriage and decided August's carnation would make a lovely snack, startling her beau so badly that he dropped like a sack of bricks. When he came to, his head was in Josephine's lap as she gently fanned him with her handkerchief, relieved to see he was alright after yet another tumble.