#The Rock and Roll Trio

[musickickztoo]

Johnny Burnette  *March 25, 1934

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mother and fathers

pic made by @urfavsecretgirl

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8:21 PM EDT November 2, 2024:

Johnny Burnette & The Rock 'n' Roll Trio -   "The Train Kept A' Rollin'" From the album   Johnny Burnette And The Rock 'n' Roll Trio (December 1956)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under:    Rockabilly

 Versions of "Train Kept A Rollin'" Ranked

though I've not heard the Tiny Bradshaw version

1. Aerosmith, Get Your Wings 2. The Yardbirds, Having a Rave-Up 3. Aerosmith, off Live Bootleg 4. Motörhead, off No Sleep 5. Screaming Lord Sutch 6. Johnny Burnette 7. Bootlegged Led Zeppelin recorded on the 1980 European tour 8. The Rogues, Collected on Teenage Shutdown

And make no mistake, The Rogues' version is good . . . .

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

STARS AND THEIR CARS OF THE SUPER-SEVENTIES -- MOTÖRMUSIC EDITION.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on MOTÖRHEAD (in their classic line-up) laying atop a Snaggletooth-adorned 1974 Ford Capri Mk1 automobile (a European model with auxiliary lights), c. early 1980s.

Sources: www.flickr.com/photos/134498023@N03/24054115946, Pinterest, & Picuki.

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[joegramoe]

Cosmic American Music Torch Carrier

[waugh-bao]

“Mick’s rock, I’m roll.”-Keith Richards, 2012

“A lot of drummers know how to rock, but Charlie knows how to roll.” /// “Charlie is our source of roll.” - Keith Richards, 2012/2015

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Johnny Burnette & The Rock 'n' Roll Trio - Please Don't Leave Me (1956) (Alternate Version) Antoine Dominique Domino Jr. (Fats Domino) from: "All by Myself" / "Please Don't Leave Me" (Single) "Johnny Burnette and The Rock 'n' Roll Trio" (LP) (1993 CD Reissue) "Johnny Burnette & The Rock 'n' Roll Trio …Plus" (2006 Compilation)

Rockabilly | 1st Wave Rock and Roll | Fats Domino Cover

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Personnel: Johnny Burnette: Vocals / Rhythm Guitar Paul Burlison: Lead Guitar Dorsey Burnette: Stand-Up Bass

Grady Martin: Guitar Bob Moore: Bass Farris Coursey: Drums

Produced by Henry Jerome

Recorded: @ The Bradley Film and Recording Studio in Nashville , Tennessee USA between 1:45PM and 4:45PM on Wednesday July 4, 1956

Album Released: December, 1956

Coral Records

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The band's recordings have exerted a strong influence over subsequent rockabilly artists, although the band did not themselves enjoy broad success at the time. The Encyclopedia of Recorded Sound indicates an ever more widespread influence, suggesting that "the sheer verve and energy communicated by the Burnette Brothers' recordings influenced the aesthetics of British and American rock stars in the 1960s and 1970's" - Wikipedia

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anyone got $20 i can borrow?

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(Left to right) Stella Wave, Helena Straight and Mikaela Oppenheimer of Hello Mary - The NAMM Show; Anaheim Hilton; Anaheim, CA (4-13-23). @hellomaryband @NAMMShow

Photo: Jeff Bliss

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

RECORD AND/OR PRINT ADS OF YESTERYEAR -- FOR YOUR "MOTÖRHEAD MONDAY."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a record advertisement and/or record shop poster for the double album special leather edition of "No Remorse," the compilation/anthology album by English rock and roll band MOTÖRHEAD, released in September 1984 on Bronze Records.

Never seen this one before, and just in time for "Motörhead Monday" as well, which is, like, my favorite day ever, if you weren't already aware. It's my hashtag on here and MY hashtag alone, you bastards.

STAY @$!*#&% HEAVY -- "EVERYTHING LOUDER THAN EVERYTHING ELSE!!"

[musickickztoo]

Johnny Burnette † August 14, 1964

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Lonesome Train - The Johnny Burnette & The Rock & Roll Trio

[sleepymarimo]

𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤!

summary: the monster trio's reaction to hearing you say their name in your sleep pairing(s): luffy x gn!reader, zoro x gn!reader, sanji x gn!reader cw: none!

luffy

it was rare, but it happened. luffy had gone off to roughhouse with usopp and chopper on the deck, leaving you with his precious hat. the responsibility was heavy on your shoulders and you barely had time to ask if he was sure before he ran in the opposite direction, laughing and looking back at you with a grin. "i know you'll take good care of it!"

that was about an hour ago, and you had done your damn best to make sure that the sacred straw hat was secure and in prime condition.

at some point though, the gentle rocking of the thousand sunny along with the overcast weather had you nodding off. you fought to stay awake, but ultimately found yourself dozing off against the railing.

with the straw hat nestled in your arms, your head rolled to the side, you slept.

luffy ended up returning to your spot a few minutes later, eagerly yelling your name until his mouth slammed shut at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully with his straw hat. he seems a little confused at first, head tilting as he looked down at you. "hm? you're tired?"

a toothy grin forms on his face as he steps closer, squatting down so he was eye level with you. the sight of his hat in your protective embrace makes him feel especially warm and he knows he made the right choice in entrusting it to you. his hand reaches for the hat, but as soon as his fingers brush against it, your hold tightens. your brows furrow and you grumble something before your face softens once more.

"no..." you mumble, bringing the hat closer to your heart. "s'for luffy... gotta...take care of it."

when he hears your 'no', he wants to pout, because it's his hat! however, when he catches the rest of your muttered words, his expression shifts into one of utter joy. a gleeful chuckle rings through the air and he can't help himself from waking you.

his arms wrap around your sleeping form and bring you in for a bone crunching hug, a yelp of surprise leaving you as you're rudely awakened. "what? what happened?" you ask, still disoriented and confused.

"nothing!" luffy responds, taking the hat from your hands and slamming it onto your head with a child-like excitement. "let's go eat!"

zoro

you had a long day, worse than usual. stressed out and in need of some time to yourself, you made your way up to the crow's nest where you plopped down onto one of the workout benches. your ever racing mind, plagued with what ifs and unnecessary worry, eventually settles down enough for you to fall asleep as you turn onto your side and doze off.

a while later, zoro heads up there to do some training.

when he noticed you sleeping, zoro simply shrugged and headed towards some dummies so he could practice his three sword style. clearly you were just napping, and he wasn't going to interrupt or tell you to get out.

he gets a few hits in, deliberately making his stabs and swings a tad quieter in a bid to respect your sleeping arrangement, when he suddenly hears his name being called. thinking that he had been too loud, he sheathes his swords and lets out a disgruntled sigh. he could only be so quiet as he trained, and he assumed that you were gonna chew him out for waking you.

however, when he turns, he sees that your eyes are still shut. not only that, but your brows are furrowed and your once neutral expression is twisted into one of slight fear. he takes a few tentative steps toward you, unsure of how to handle whatever it is that's happening.

your breaths quicken. "stop it..." you whine, your body tensing slightly as you curl further in on yourself. "zoro... help..."

his brows shoot up in surprise when his name tumbles past your lips, heat creeping up his neck and to the tips of his ears. he feels awkward and out of place, though he can't deny the fact that he's flattered and a bit satisfied that, even in your sleep, you count on him to protect you.

he clears his throat, gaze sweeping across the crow's nest to make sure it was empty before hesitantly reaching a hand out. "oi, i'm here." he begrudgingly and affectionately grumbles, pink dusting his cheeks as his hand settled atop your head. "quit whinin'."

your response is almost immediate, your breaths evening out and your expression softening. he scowls and looks away, not believing that this was happening. yet, as he gets back to training, he makes sure to keep an ear out for you, occasionally talking to your sleeping self just so you could hear his voice. 

sanji

you didn't mean to fall asleep in the dining room.

something had you feeling restless, so you took it upon yourself to make a cup of tea before sitting at the dining room table to enjoy it. you didn't expect the tea to be so effective, yet here you were, arms crossed on the table and your cheek squished against the wood.

before the sun had a chance to peek over the horizon, sanji was up and preparing to head to the kitchen. with some extra plates and utensils in his hands that he brought from storage, he made his way down to the dining area.

when he notices you slumped over the table, his expression morphs into one of surprise and then to worry. he's quick to set down the silverware and make his way towards you, about to ask you what was wrong when he noticed your even breaths and peaceful expression.

ah, you were just sleeping. his eyes shine with amusement and admiration, his fingers twitching as he fights the urge to reach out and touch you. instead, he focuses his attention on your mug, his hand curling around the handle before bringing it up to his nose to take a quick inhale. the scent of chamomile and passionflower have him letting out a soft exhale of approval.

"you're gonna have to give me the recipe for this one, mon chérie." he smiles, taking a step back to head to the kitchen.

then, he hears it. a tired huff, as if you were debating with someone in your dream. "no... it's sanji... s'the best chef" you sleepily argue. "s'the best food... ever."

oh, he just melts. his head feels so light from your praise. he practically floats back to you, hearts in his eyes as he fights to keep his tone quiet. "mon chérie, do you really like my food so much that you dream about it?"

he continues to swoon over your sleeping self, his spirit light, when the sound of your grumbling stomach echoes throughout the dining hall. the blond is torn between waking you and preparing you something to eat.

he bends down slightly until he's at your level, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. his free hand plucks the cigarette from his lips and he gently brings his mouth to your ear, lightly saying your name. "what's your favorite breakfast?"

a happy, genuine smile forms on his face when you actually mumble out an answer. when you wake up and your favorite breakfast is served on a plate in front of you, it's like a dream come true.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THREE DIFFERENT MOTÖRMASTERS TO CHOOSE FROM -- STARTING WITH THE MIGHTY HEADMASTER HIMSELF.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the 7 inch "No Class" (b/w "Like a Nightmare") single by English rock and roll band MOTÖRHEAD, released in June 1979 under the Bronze label in the UK. The single was made available in three different picture sleeves, each featuring a different member of the band on the front cover.

Back sleeve: ℗ 1979 Bronze Records Limited. Available from EMI.

Center labels: ℗ 1979 Bronze Records Ltd. Motor Music Ltd. (Leosong) Made in Great Britain

"No class" is from the album "Overkill" (BRON 515).

Source: www.discogs.com/release/1145718-Mot%C3%B6rhead-No-Class (discogs 3×).

[pjackk]

Yep another miesrable "F my life" moment just hapened to me i basicaly walked 10 miles up the mountain to get to behind to the gas station to see my plug to buy me my with my favorite delta 8 pipe rocks and grab another 6er of tall boy steelies and i forgot i had my lit pre roll from brunch at the Country Grocerys buffet and i tripped on a congom on they away out and fell directly into a puddle of oil which normaly is fine when i fall and hurt myself ebcause nobody gives a fuck about me but the pants got stained wich is not unusual for me either but this time with motor guel or some shit but my pre roll was smoldering still and it set my ptants on fire so i dive in to the muddy ditch to put wet mut on my body to estinguish the fire and it and it shook the fuck up out of my steelos and the bursted all over me and it put out the fire but now i dont have any booze at all and my delta 7 "Fuck n chill" rocks burned tf up and i dont got nothgin left and my pants were all fucked up so i had to go home thru the woods wihtout them and it was so dark out and my peice of shit phone died even thouhg it was at 27% and i couldnt see shit and i was lost for along time so i decide to go to sleep in the woods to find my way back in day time + the animals sounds were high key scary as fuck so i cover myself in leafs and dirt and sticks and mud and other shit to hide from them and i woke up in the adfternoon still tired as fuck cuz i dont sleep good without some shit to put me asleep like my medicidne prescribed from Dr Maltlikker if U catch my drift lol or Dr thc Gummy lol if u get what im saying and these stupid little cunts with 22 rifles were plinking at me and tlaking about how they wanted to shoot my big ugly rusty head right in the head or to shoot a hole in my nippels so i got up and trioed to get them to stop i begged but htey just kept lauhging at me and shooting at me and it realy hurt my feelings so i pick one up and threw it into the sky then they all ran away screaming which is a classic "Dont fuck with honest joe,because he might try to hurt you or kill you if u piss him of moment" but the miracle of the story if that i went to walk 20 feet to findm y way out and i found my busted as shit old as fuck camry with a litle gas left ive been looking for it for a few days cuz i did a lil cruising when i was blackout and did lots of crazy shit i didnt remember at all but it was all on my story and 100 ppl were snaping and whatsapping me telling me to kill myself when i checked my huwawai thats how u know u had a crazy fcking night when u get that shit!!😂😂 but it had a litle gas left and it wasnt super busted so i was able do get back on I81 and soem stupid fcking crazy ass north carolina motha fuckas are driving insanly as fuck as usual and they keep almost hiting me while im just trying to read my fukcking phone to get rid of all these stupid messages and shit i still dont know how to use the app and its hard to type shit with my hands but eventualy i got back to my fuck buddys houe im crashing there even though he hates me now but i have nowehre left since ive been down on my luck and im realy not able to pay the bills no more with my online black jack/DarkRp trial moderator gigs and basicaly he owes me cuaz i got him 1 pack of menthols back when he was 19 and Sleepy Joe Brnadon banned them since "Freedom to do real shit" was aparently removed from the costitution when he was elected😂 but anywas now im sitting here bored as fuck with nothign at all do do cuz i got nothing to get fucked up wthi and i spent the rest of my meony on shit thats burned and blasted im realy worried i wont be able to sleep tongith since i cant get fucked up and thats when the demons starts to flow in my head i might do something realy bad to myself like pluck out my screws or some shit if u care abotu my which u probably dont my cashuapp is $pjack9 im desprate for another bottle to numb my p[ain away

Pic of my ride when i found it thankuly it still had gas😋