#sunset strip the roxy

[lunalisbon]

thats me

[batteredshoes]

If anybody needs me...I'm going back home.

[sunsetandclark]

MAKING ROCK HISTORY

WeHo prepares to give the Roxy and Rainbow the iconic status these rock institutions deserve. The City of West Hollywood’s Historic Preservation Commission will recommend that the City Council approve a Mills Act Contract for two of the city’s most rockin’ cultural icons: the Roxy Theatre and the Rainbow Bar & Grill, both located on the world-famous Sunset Strip’s “Rock Row,” at 9009 and 9015…

[elowmojo]

Billy fav place when he goes to L.A

[oldshowbiz]

Outrageous and Arrogant, the Captain and Tennille

[soundsof71]

George Harrison and Bob Marley backstage at The Roxy on Hollywood’s Sunset Strip, July 13, 1975. Photos by Kim Gottlieb Walker.

[havithreatendub4]

#1994 #Viper Room #Sunset Strip #Roxy Theater #West Hollywood #September 1994

[wwwchrishollymusic-blog-blog]

On this day in 1988 on that Friday night I played my first concert with thrash metal gods OMEN at a sold out @theroxy theatre. The legendary venue is right in the heart of the Sunset Strip. What🤘night! 🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤 #guitarist #thrashmetal #omen #roxy #westhollywood #sunset #strip #escape #to #nowhere #tour #musicislife ♥️ (at The Roxy Theatre) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClZzG5Mr1mq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

The Replacements - The Roxy, Los Angeles, California, December 17, 1985

Since I'm perpetually about six months behind, I only got around to really digging into that big Tim boxed set recently. First things first — it's great. The Rhino overhaul of the Replacements catalog has been done with an incredible amount of love and care, from unreleased material to live shows to deeply detailed liners from Bob Mehr, who knows the whole saga better than anyone (including the band members themselves, I'm thinking).

The semi-controversial aspect of the Let It Bleed edition is the Ed Stasium remix of Tim. One friend likened it to a Rick Springfield album. Others hailed its clarity and immediacy. Hey, if Gen X enjoys one thing, it's arguing about the Replacements. While I certainly don't mind hearing the album from a different angle, I'm going to say that the new remix is not definitive. As I get older, it feels like a key element of a lot of classic records is actually their weird / unusual / perhaps ill-advised mixing choices. From White Light/White Heat to Raw Power to Zen Arcade to Time Out Of Mind, a big part of what makes these albums special is that they sound kind of ... wrong? Maybe not wrong, exactly, but not like anything else. Unrepeatable, ineffable, totally mysterious. In a rich irony, perfect albums should be flawed to some extent. You know what I mean.

Anyway, the new Tim box comes with a smoking live set from early 1986. Here's something equally smoking from about a month earlier — the Replacements on the Sunset Strip. You would think that a show taking place on Bob Stinson's birthday would be a recipe for a legendary 'Mats disaster. But you'd be wrong! The shit hits the fan a few times, but the band keeps its together for the most part, even dispatching most of the covers in relatively tight fashion. And Bob himself is on fire pretty much throughout, sending insane spiraling riffs out over the crowd. On the breakneck closing "Customer" the guitarist sounds like he's ready to start the whole thing all over again. Thanks to Tapegeek for the tape!

Tapegeek: When I saw the Replacements at the Roxy in Los Angeles (12-17-85), I had seen (and taped) them twice in New York — once was so drunkenly bad it was great (CBGB), and one was really pretty great (Irving Plaza), so I must admit that I was a bit scared when we saw Paul walking over to Dan Turner's liquor store near the Roxy and then walking past all of us standing in line with what looked like a bottle of Jack Daniels in a paper bag — well, thankfully the 'Mats must have all balanced their "inebriants" appropriately, because they came out blasting on all cylinders — once again I was kind of far over on the right side with the mic taped to the wall…

[6sixx6sexual6]

hi! i was wondering if you could write something about tramp!tommy lee x lady!reader inspired by lady and the tramp? thank u! :)

HII OMG I HAVEN'T WRITTEN LIKE A LENGTHY THING IN FOREVER SO I USED THIS TO REMEMBER WHAT IT'S LIKE. SORRY IF ITS NOT COMPLETELY WHAT YOU WANTED BUT I TRIED. ALSO I LOOOVE RACCOONS AND I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF I HAD TO ADD SOMETHING. (I HAVE 24,353 PINS OF RACCOONS SAVED ON PINTEREST..)

word count:464

warnings: none. probably a little cringe😭

Leather and Lace

in the neon-lit streets of Sunset Strip, there existed an unlikely pair: Tommy Lee, the wild drummer of Mötley Crüe, and you, a refined lady with a penchant for classy fashion. Their paths collided one smoky night at the legendary Whisky a Go Go.

Tommy, with his tousled hair and his carefree attitude, was the embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll excess. He’d just finished a raucous gig, sweat-soaked and adrenaline-fueled. His leather jacket clung to him like a second skin, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.

And then there you were —graceful, with a hint of rebellion. you wore lace gloves and a pastel wrap dress that went down to your knees, your eyes framed by kohl-lined perfection. you had wandered into the Whisky, seeking solace from the chaos of life.

yours and tommy's eyes met across the dimly lit room, he was no stranger here and he's seen you the few times you've been here. Tommy, the Tramp, swaggered over, drumsticks still in hand. “Hey, I'm Tommy.im sure you've seen me.” he drawled, “you look like you could have a drink.”

you raised an eyebrow. “And you look like you’ve had one too many.”

He grinned. “Guilty as charged. But tonight, I’m looking for something different. Something real.”

you hesitated, torn between her polished facade and the allure of the Sunset Strip. “I’m not your typical groupie, Tommy.”

He leaned in, close enough to feel the heat of his breath. “Good. Because I’m not your typical rock star.”

And so began their unlikely courtship. Tommy took you on motorcycle rides through Los Angeles, the wind whipping your hair as you both raced toward the stars. They danced at the Rainbow Room, swaying to ballads (even if it wasn't tommys thing but he did it for you), your hearts beating in sync.

But it wasn’t all glitz and glam. Tommy had demons—the kind that haunted hotel rooms and echoed in empty bottles. And you had secrets—the kind that whispered of a past you left behind.

One moonlit night, both sat on the rooftop of the Roxy, overlooking the city. Tommy traced circles on your lace-covered hand. “you know,” he said, “I’ve never met anyone like you.. well, been with anyone like you.”

you chuckled and leaned into his shoulder. “And you are unlike anyone I’ve ever known.. well, been with anyone like you.” you copied.

They shared stories—the highs and lows, the broken dreams and the electric nights. Tommy confessed his fear of fading into obscurity, and [Your Name] revealed her love for raccoons—their masked faces and nocturnal wanderings.

And so, under the L.A stars, they kissed—a collision of rock ‘n roll and elegance. Tommy Lee, the Tramp, and you, the Lady, found their rhythm in the chaos of Mötley nights and lace-clad mornings.

[giuli328]

Agnosis | Eddie Munson Fanfiction

chapter one: welcome to the jungle

wc: 969

synopsis & masterlist here

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Eddie finally unpacked his last box. It only took him about two months, and if he was being honest, the only reason he finally did it was to find the Paranoid cassette tape that was hidden at the bottom of the box.

He was still finding it difficult to actually believe that Paige Warner got him a record deal with WR Music along with a room in her LA apartment. Maybe it was because he hadn't actually signed the deal yet. The contract was sitting on his nightstand under a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Coke. The thing was, once he signed it, he'd be in. And that meant he'd have deadlines to make and a very public reputation. His reputation that used to be "small town freak who worshiped the devil and followed in his criminal father's footsteps". The Munson name felt like a curse to him. Even though no one here thought of him that way, he couldn't help but feel like an imposter.

In the two months he'd been here, he'd been to the venues on the Sunset Strip so many times that they knew him there. He wouldn't admit it, but it made him feel so cool whenever they'd acknowledge him by name. He wondered if this is what his favorite rockstars felt whenever they were in the area. He daydreamed about signing autographs and performing on stage. The only playing he did while he was here was writing and practicing in his room. He missed Corroded Coffin and playing Wednesdays at The Hideout, but he'd be lying if he said he wished he was back in Hawkins. In Los Angeles, he was somebody. He felt like he belonged there, even if his own self doubt was trying to convince him that he didn't.

"Hey Eddie." the bartender at The Roxy greets him.

"Hey, who's playing tonight?" Eddie asks.

"The headliner's new tonight. A band called Agnosis. Their sound is like Fleetwood Mac but slightly heavier. They're rock, not metal though, sorry kid." the bartender chuckles.

"That's alright. I'll do that myself up there one day." he chuckles.

Eddie orders a drink and finds a spot to watch the show. As the stage hands set up and the lighting turns into purely stage lighting, the crowd begins to fill up. There's a makeshift band logo on the drums that reads the band name.

"What does Agnosis even mean?" Eddie thinks to himself.

Suddenly the band starts playing. The crowd begins to cheer as the drums come in first, then guitar, and finally out comes the lead singer with a big entrance. Eddie takes note of the crowd's reaction when she comes out. They beam at her and he can tell that she has stardom written all over her. He also happens to think she's really pretty. As her eyes scan the crowd, he almost blushes when she looks in his direction.

As the band plays through their set, Eddie could almost swear that she sings directly at him a few times, he even catches her smiling at him from time to time. Or maybe it's just the fact that it's so crowded and Eddie hasn't been able to focus on anything but her for the past twenty minutes. He'd rather it be the first option though.

After their set, Eddie can't seem to get her out of his head, it's like her voice and person is permanently etched into his brain. So much so that he practically thinks he's hallucinating when he hears the familiar voice order a drink right next to him. He turns slowly to look at her, as if she'll disappear if he looks too quickly, and his mouth falls slightly agape when his eyes confirm that it is in fact, her. Suddenly he's nervous. He doesn't know if he should even say anything to her, but he knows he'll regret it if he doesn't. He'll also regret it if he comes off sounding like a total loser, but he thinks maybe he'd regret that a bit less.

"Hey" he blurts out with a smile.

"Hi" she looks back at him with a small smile and then looks back at her drink being made.

There's a little bit of silence as Eddie plans what he wants to say. He settles on "great show". He figures the less words he uses, the less likely he'll stumble over them.

She looks at him again and smiles. "Thats surprising. Usually there's a superiority complex there that prevents metalheads from admitting to enjoying anything but metal" she jokes.

Eddie laughs. "Oh I definitely do find metal superior to all. But there wouldn't be metal without rock. So you know, thank you."

She chuckles. "I highly doubt that I personally have absolutely anything to do with the pioneering of metal, since it was around before I even started playing. But I'll take it. You're welcome."

Eddie smiles at her warmly, enjoying the playful energy going on between them, and feeling a lot more comfortable with her than he thought he'd be.

"So if not just metal, what else?" she asks.

"Actually, my mom was the one that made me a music lover in the first place. And uh...she raised me on chicago blues, country, bluegrass, and rock. I still listen to her old Muddy Waters tapes sometimes, when I miss her." Eddie says.

She realizes by the end of his answer, that his mom passed, and her face becomes more sympathetic. "I'm sorry" she says softly.

"It's alright. I was six when it happened so uh...you know, time heals all wounds or whatever" he smiles reassuringly.

The bartender finally hands her the drink she ordered and she stands up. "What's your name?" she asks.

"Eddie. What's yours?" he says.

"Y/N" she answers.

[sunsetandclark]

SIGN O' THE TIMES

The Sunset Strip scene is becoming unrecognizable. But it’s nothing a shot of Whisky can’t cure. Lately, the ever-evolving Sunset Strip scene seems to be changing as rapidly as Machine Gun Kelly shifts musical genres. The iconic Tower Records Sunset building, though closed since 2006, recently underwent a controversial exterior alteration that affected the look of the structure, but at least…

[ginsengkitten]

Nightfall: Chapter 9

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"Jesus Christ Y/N what the fuck happened to your neck? " Izzy remarks as you sleepily waltzed into the kitchen. He brings you close and cradles your neck so he can look closer. Deep teeth marks indent the backside of your neck and shoulder. They're red and scabbed already but hard to miss. "This? Oh-" as you begin to bullshit him, slash lazily walks into the kitchen shortly after you. Izzy darts his eyes from you to slash and back to you, putting two and two together. "Slash- did you fucking imprint on her?!" Izzy barks.

"Huh-wha-?" Slash sleepily grunts, confused. Duff walks into the kitchen with Axl. "Good Evening-"

"Slash fucking imprinted on Y/N." Izzy blurts out. Duff and Axl exchange a look and then to your neck and slash. "Christ slash... you can't fucking imprint on her! Do you understand the danger you just put her in?! The whole fucking northern clan is going to be tracking her down now!" Axl yells. Slash becomes alert and angry. "They were already tracking her, what changes?" He snapped. You touch the bite mark. "Imprinting?" You question. "It's something only morphs and werewolves do. But it sends some sort of telepathic signal or some shit to any other morph or werewolf that you were claimed. They claim you as theirs. It's like marking territory without the piss." Duff explains.

The arrangement was permanent now? It wasn't that you planned anywhere to go really, but the fact that you weren't given a real choice. This frustrated you. Very much. Owned? Territory?

Everyone got ready for a show tonight. The lair hid directly below the sunset strip, with easy access to many of the venues above. You had luckily packed a dress in your rushed escape but you pull it out only to realize how gaudy and exposed it is. You bought this dress when you first moved to the city, with some silly dreams of being some sort of club bombshell. You shook your head annoyed with yourself. This would have to do. You did what you could with what you had. Applying leftover red lipstick from your bag. The black silk mini dress hugged your curves graciously. You didn't pack heels however, and threw on your black doc martens, and draped your hair over your bite mark. What a look. What a mess.

You stepped out into the living space as the band turned to greet you. All of their eyebrows raised in shock at your outfit. All the men practically salivating at the sight of you. You blush slightly. "Is this alright?" You ask. Duff grins his devious grin and steps towards you, as does Axl and Steven. "Look at you, pretty little thing you got your claws on huh slash?" Axl says. Slash blushes but tries to hide his gaze on you. The remark the reminded you that you had been unwillingly imprinted and it makes you angry. You shoot daggers at slash. "Sure fucking seems like it." You snark. You grab your things and rush out the door with a slam. The guys all scratch their heads. Steven whistles "Whew...forgot how complicated women were...good luck with that pal." Steven jokes at slash.

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The Roxy was bustling with the usual oddball crowd. The club was packed tight. The band rumbles out through the crowd, the pure power of rock sends shockwaves through the venue. You weren't in the proper mood to enjoy the show. Instead, you sat at an enclosed sitting corner next to the bar, watching slash play from afar. You can't help but watch the way he moves on stage, mesmerizingly. You were frustrated with him and frustrated with yourself for being so attracted to him. What he was. The audacity he had to claim you permanently like that. Would you have said yes if he asked-I mean- yes. But that's besides the point.

You watch his hips gyrate with his guitar as he belts out impressive tunes. The crowd is wild for him. You soften as you watch him lose himself in the music. Music was how he survived all this time. All the pain could be fueled into guitar. It was wonderful. He seemed so happy.

You walk up to the bar to grab a drink when a random man sits next to you." One for the lady!" He buys you a drink. Free drinks, you don't decline. "Haven't seen you here before! New in town?" He asks over the loud music. "Uh- yeah just here visiting family." You lie. You feel him checking you out and it discomforts you. You enclose on yourself slightly. "You're so hot, I had to stop myself from sweeping you off your feet right then and there, been watching you all night!" He remarks boldly. Clearly drunk. "Ah..right. Well. This has been nice-" you get up and prepare to turn away, when he grabs your upper arm. "Hey baby, don't be so shy, y-" as he jolts you your hair flows off your should, revealing your large bite mark. His eyes widen and he pauses. "Shit...you like it rough don't you?" He sneers. Suddenly slash snakes an arm around you from behind. "There you are honey! Thought I lost you!" He says loudly. He towers over the man. "Thanks for the drink." He takes shot of your free drink. Wipes his mouth and flashes a grin with his fangs purposefully at the man.

The man shocks in surprise and fear at this. "Have a nice night." He utters quickly and scurries off. You shrug slashes arm off you annoyed and walk towards the hallway to the back door. "Gee thanks a bunch." You snarl. "What's your deal?" He gripes as he follows after you. "Nothing, thanks for protecting your merchandise back there." You bite. "What-is this about the bite?" He questions cluelessly. "Of course it's about the bite slash! Sorry if I'm a little upset about being eternally claimed against my will." You bark. "Against your will? " he grabs your arm forcefully. "What the fuck was all that "have me" talk then?" He throws out.

"Yes, HAVE ME, FUCK ME, NOT IMPRINT ON ME AND RENDERING ME PRISONER FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!" You growl but calm as soon as it's out. "Listen...I didn't intend to imprint on you. It just..happened. I told you, I warned you about my lack of control with the morph. I wasn't thinking. I'm not myself fully when I'm morphed. The beast..it just takes over me and takes whatever the fuck it wants." He says shamefully. "What it wants..so it was the beast that wanted to imprint..not you." You reply disappointed. "Hey- No that's not it. I wanted to. The beast just removed my restraint to do it. I truly didn't mean to do this...Y/N I'm sorry. If you want to leave. You can. I won't stop you if that's what you want.." he says quietly.

While you wished you had a choice, time to ponder it at least, you know you would have still agreed. "I don't want to leave. I want to stay. I'm just lost is all. All of this is so..." you lean your head into his chest, defeated. Slash holds your head on him. " I know..."

[greendayauthority]

"Oh My! My dear Tub Heads, The first thing I want to say is, and I quote, "Aaaaarrrrrrooufjdjdidsndbvhdhuydhjhyhfjd!!!!!!!" We hit the sunset strip and a RIOT it was! All the honeydips and alligators were sunburned and packed into the hall called The Roxy! We shared the trip with Girls With Guns and sugartowns finest Mystic Knights of the Cobra. The crowd took down the stage, the monitor man did a dive and we took LSD in an asortment of tropical flavors! STING!!!! We hit the hotel with a freakshow of Girls and Cobras. We tried to wake my man Morrisey with soccer chants but we ended up naked in the pool where we were welcomed by the Hollywood Po Po at 4:00 am! STING!!!"

— The Reverend Strychnine Twitch on MySpace

[kenpiercemedia]

Mötley Crüe Announces Historic Hollywood Takeover

The Press Release: After much speculation and excitement erupted around Labor Day, when mysterious flyers about shows at The Roxy, Troubadour, and Whisky a Go Go were spotted at random locations in Los Angeles, Mötley Crüe confirmed today that it will return to the Sunset Strip in Hollywood, where it all began, with a three-night string of exclusive, intimate club shows this October. Tickets for…

[youngtough]

Joan, Miss Yvonne, Susan & Pee Wee by Ronn Spencer

Joan Leizer, Lynne Marie Stewart, Nicole Panter and Paul Reubens. Live onstage at the Roxy Theater on the Sunset Strip