#Rock Stars

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[ladypacino]

The Beatles

[raiseyourgoblet-of-rock]

Absolutely do NOT go through my phone (437 pictures of my favorite rock star)

[coolthingsguyslike]

[dudja]

Find the Grandma in this pic

[introspect-la]

KEITH MOON AT THE INTERNATIONAL PINBALL TOURNAMENT BY TED STRESHINSKY (1969)

[jimmys-zeppelin]

led zeppelin, 1969* — taken from the booklet insert of led zeppelin - early days: the best of led zeppelin

(photos courtesy of jim cummins)

*these photos are labeled as october 16, 1970, however in my research I found the photos were actually taken in july 1969 at ahmet ertegun's home in new york, ny — source: jimmy page by jimmy page pgs 126-130

[deadpresidents]

what's your day job?

I will share this information right now because there may be some new readers during this election cycle who are unaware of my background, although I desperately try to keep this area of my life private because I've always been concerned about it overshadowing my work studying and writing about history over the years, which I do take seriously. I hope everyone will continue to respect that privacy.

But the truth is that I am fortunate enough to be able to live off of residuals from my time as lead singer of a boy band called ¡2Qute! in the early-2000s. Maybe I'll discuss that time of my life at length and in more detail in the future, but at this time, I'd rather not get into it. It was a long time ago, but there are still some raw nerves involved in the story and I'm not sure what the statute of limitations might be for incidents including (but not limited to) aggravated assault, arson, terroristic threats, cow tipping, tearing the "Do Not Remove" tags off of other people's mattresses, using a magnifying glass to burn insects, felonious laziness, arson, extremely obscene and profane language towards pigeons, bribery, extortion, bribing someone and then extorting them for the bribe you just gave them, did I mention arson?, and much more. (Allegedly.) I will note that we had six massive hit records in Kyrgyzstan. To this day, I can't walk around Tashkent without being recognized -- which is very strange because Tashkent is in Uzbekistan, not Kyrgyzstan.

[traderrock]

PJ Harvey, London, 1995.

Photo: Ian Dickson.

[alexpupy]

[xanticore]

𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

Genre: Fluff

Setting: 1975 ,, Paris

Summary: The zeppelin boys were touring again. It was the mid 70s and you took a liking to their music. You ironically didn't have enough money for a ticket even after you told your friends you could go. Pretty bummed at the fact being concert day and a work day, a fellow member decided to try out your cafés famous croissants.

It was the day of the Led Zeppelin tour and you dreaded for not managing your money better. You tried throwing in some extra hours but your boss said no. You couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Your friends were all gonna attend the concert and you even got the courage to ask if anyone was able to buy you a ticket, sadly, they only had enough for one and some food money afterwards.

You huffed and just accepted the fate. Going into work and having people talk about the concert only made you jealous. It was worse when people recommend to play a certain record of theirs. It was a good album and they were touring off it. You tried your best to make it through the morning rush and brunch time.

Making coffee and warming up some of your famous pastries was your specialty. You were known as the coffee bean girl. The way you would make coffee of any kind was perfect for the tastebuds of the buyer. Nobody couldn't resist it. The cafe was a pretty popular spot having the occasional famous people of France come by. You were happy at the fact but it was always someone you wasn't really a big fan of; so it wasn't as special to you like the other workers.

It was now hitting 1 pm and you were the one left alone in the cafe to close up shop. You were currently sweeping the main floor and heard the front entrance ring as the bell door chimed. "Sorry we're closed-" You said before looking up and now was stuck frozen in place.

"Oh? is that so? I really wanted to try some iced coffee and a croissant. I heard this place had the best in Paris."

It was Jimmy. Your favorite member of the band. His soft british accent was music to your ears. He was wearing a white button up blouse and light brown pants with white boots. My oh my Jimmy looked like a Disney prince came to life.

"You ok there sweetheart?" He asked. You were quickly snapped back into reality and nodded. "I didn't know it would close at this hour. No one told me." He said a little embarrassed.

"Oh no Mr.Page it's quite alright. I can make something for you if you like?" You said trying to reassure him. you watched him giggle and it made your heart flutter. "No need for the formality darling. Just call me Jimmy. I really don't mind it at all." You smiled at his words.

"I hope it won't be too much of a hassle will it?"

"Of course not."

"Alright then~" He smiled sweetly and made his way towards the counter. You were already behind it looking at the famous rockstar observing the menu. "Can I get a small vanilla iced latte with a butter croissant please?" You heard his order and nodded. "That would be 4 euros." Jimmy paid his share and waited to the side as you made his coffee.

Jimmy went over to the record player and saw the last album that was being played. "Are you a fan of my band sweetie?" He asked. You looked up for a moment and nodded. "Will I be seeing you at the concert tonight?" You sadly shook your head. "No? Oh why not darling?"

"I couldn't get a ticket." You frowned. You finished his latte and sat it at the pick up counter. You then started to prepare his croissant. "Poor thing. Tell you what. Come to the venue and I will let you in on my behalf, since you're making my order while closed." He offered and your heart literally skipped a beat. "Wow thats...thats amazing! Im so happy thank you!" You said ecstatically. The warmer beeped letting you know the croissant is ready. You went along and took it out and wrapped it in the nice paper. You handed his drink and croissant to him.

"Thank you darling. hmm smells delicious honestly." He complimented. He first took a sip of the iced latte and was completely satisfied. He then took a bite of the croissant. "Woah-" He explained with his mouth full of pastry. You couldn't help but giggle as you walked around the counter going towards him. "How is it?"

"Devine. They weren't kidding..when people said you guys have the best coffee and pastries." His comment only made you smile and you couldn't help but look at his beautiful facial features. "Come on sit down with me and have a chat with me, uhh, (name)" You noticed how he squinted as he eyed your name tag. You blushed and you both headed towards a booth near the window.

The two of you talked for at least 45 minutes but it honestly felt like 45 seconds.

"I have to get going love, I have to prepare for the concert and all, and remember, come to the venue and say you're there on my behalf. If the security guards cause any trouble just explain to them..hell- even ask for me if it's necessary."

You nodded at his instructions still couldn't believe you got special access in the concert without having a ticket...not only that, you was able to meet him face to face so personal. It felt like you were talking to an old friend.

"Thats a good girl , you are." Jimmy smiled. Before he left he planted a sweet kiss on your cheek having you blush even more. "I'll see you later then sweetheart."

"Yeah~ 🩷"

a/n : I had so much fun writing this, all soft and cute. should I do a part two or just keep the original??

dividers : cr to owners

[ludmilachaibemachado]

Paul McCartney, Glyn Johns and Keith Richards in the studio🎸⭐️🎸

Via @thereal60sbazaar on Instagram🎸

[mfshipbracket]

[raiseyourgoblet-of-rock]

“I don’t want to fuck that old man! Ew, that’s gross!” girl then move over

[fatally-alive]

"What the fuck – I only signed this band three days ago!"

The next day, he ( Alan McGee) woke up early when he heard someone coming down the stairs: “It’s Carl. I look at him in my peripheral vision and I’m instantly stunned.

“It looks like someone has poured tomato ketchup over his head and he is wearing a spooky mask,” McGee continued. “His eye is also hanging out of his head. For two seconds I’m in disbelief. ‘That’s a mask...’ I mutter to myself.”

It was only when he looked again that McGee realized that Barat’s eye was in fact hanging out of its socket.

“[Barat] mumbled that during the night he had self-harmed after an argument with Pete and head-butted the sink 10 times and his eye is now hanging out,” he recalled.

“... and now I got this mad kid holding his eye into his head.”

With the help of a local farmer who drove the “still-pissed” Barât to hospital, doctors were just able to save his eye. However, “Typically of The Libertines, it’s still not really sorted because they have sewn it the wrong way round,” McGee said.

“So then I have to take him to Portland Street hospital in London and it costs eight grand to get it done properly. And that was my first week of managing The Libertines.”-Alan McGee ( NME )

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