#wilkeson

[dollartreelobotomy]

[postcard-from-the-past]

Wilkeson Coke Ovens, WA, US

American vintage postcard

[eopederson2]

Steeple, Orthodox Church, Wilkeson, WA, 1980.

[ablogofcourage]

One of the last pictures taken of the whole band together before the night of October 20th 1977

[zimtrim]

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Ronnie Van Zant

[spilladabalia]

Sweet Home Alabama - Live Bass Track 1976 (Leon Wilkeson)

30 day band challenge's Favourite Bassist Honourable Mention #2: Leon Wilkeson.

[famousdeaths]

Leon Russell Wilkeson was an American musician. He was the bassist of the southern rock band Lynyrd Skynyrd from 1972 until his death in 2001.

Link: Leon Wilkeson

[longliverockback]

Lynyrd Skynyrd Lyve: The Vicious Cycle Tour 2004 Sanctuary ————————————————— Tracks CD One:: 01. That’s How I Like It 02. What’s Your Name 03. I Know a Little 04. Pick ‘em Up 05. Simple Man 06. That Smell 07. Red, White & Blue 08. Down South Jukin’ 09. Gimme back My Bullets 10. Double Trouble 11. The Ballad of Curtis Loew 12. Tuesday’s Gone 13. Mississippi Kid

Tracks CD Two: 01. Workin’ 02. Gimme Three Steps 03. Call Me the Breeze 04. Sweet Home Alabama 05. The Way 06. Free Bird —————————————————

Michael Cartellone

Ean Evans

Rickey Medlocke

Billy Powell

Gary Rossington

Hughie Thomasson

Leon Wilkeson

Johnny van Zant

* Long Live Rock Archive

[sunset-supergirl]

Happy birthday Leon Wilkeson

[bretthorton]

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[rockandrollpicsandthings]

Lynyrd Skynyrd, 1975

Ed King, Leon Wilkeson, Allen Collins, Bob Burns, Gary Rossington, Ronnie VanZant and Billy Powell

[dollartreelobotomy]

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Hans Christian Andersen, Beethoven’s 1st Symphony (1800), Giacomo Casanova, Charlemagne, Walter Chrysler, tap dancer Honi Coles, Larry Coryell, Billy Dean, Dr. Demento, Buddy Ebsen, Michael Fassbinder, Serge Gainsbourg, Alec Guinness, Emmylou Harris, Håkan Hellström, Chris Janson, artist & singer-songwriter Ben Kaplan, Rodney King, music curator Kevin Marhanka, trumpeter David Mason (“Penny Lane”), Christopher Meloni, Herbert Mills (Mills Brothers), Lou Monte, agent John Regna, David Robinson (The Cars), Leon Russell, the 1968 film 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, Joe Vitale, Jack Webb, Leon Wilkeson (Lynyrd Skynyrd), Kurt Winter (Guess Who), Émile Zola, and the multi-talented groundbreaking singer-songwriter Marvin Gaye—A pioneer of “soul musis,” opening up the genre to orchestral, jazz, and pop expressions while baring his raw soul in song. He was a prolific, very creative, and tormented soul who spoke to so many and gave a voice to many more. Here's an acoustic (unedited board tape) "coffee house version" I did of his evergreen song "What's Goin' On." HB Marvin, and hopefully you found peace beyond your mortal coil.

 

#marvingaye #motown #gordyrecords #soulmusic #singersongwriter #civilrightsmovement #coffeehouse #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge #williamsportpa #pennsylvania

[graffitiguru]

It was around 1957, the sky was a gloomy but beautiful dark blue and grey as it poured down.

Angel was a young woman around 17-18 years old, she loved dancing and had a passion for the art of ballet so she practiced and practiced until she had the courage to get lessons. She was never bullied before; she was kind and abrasive she always stood her ground no matter what. She was always complimented on her beautiful hazel eyes and 3c hair type to the point it was almost creepy, she was greatful nonetheless.

She gained inspiration from her idol Raven Wilkeson. She eventually got accepted into the school, she jumped around with glee as she told her parents she got accepted. Her parents Mr and Mrs darling looked at their daughter proud of her accomplishments as they praised her. Her mother then spoke "Angel, be safe out there it can be brutal so please if you don't remember anything I've ever told you. Never let a mother fucker put their hands on you! " she said pridefully as her father shook his head giggling like a school girl in mock disbelief

Angel hugged her mom " love you mom! " she ran upstairs happily to get her dancing clothes. She smiles at her parents before going outside and starting her car and driving to the dance Theatre. She parked and grabbed her bag going inside; it was cold and bright she was greeted by a shorter petite woman with blonde hair "My name is Katrina Calif, you must be our new student Angel? "

Angel looked around and sees a lot of judgemental scowls and glares "uh yes ma'am I'm angel.. Nice to meet you?" The instructor guided her to the dressing room so she could get changed into her outfit. Angel got changed into black spanks with a light blue tutu on top, she wants to be fancy so she got a matching frilly mesh top and light blue broken shoes.

She walks out and gets into her spot, still feeling burning glares she just paid attention to the instructor. She danced along, her graceful moves went along with the song and stretches. A small time jump to the dressing room and a loud slam could be heard, angel was frightened by the noise turning around and seeing one of the girls that was glaring earlier so angel being angel she speaks "... Hello?? Can I help you? "

The girl scoffs "Yeah, by fucking leaving. You people don't belong here" she pushes angel. Angel just stares at her before speaking "bitch did you just push me? " the girl then pushes her again then angel straight up spits on the back of her hand and pimp slaps her to the ground then the two start fighting eventually angel pulls through and stomps on her into her pink tutu turns red. "Don't touch me you cooch smooching jizz jockey!" she wipes the blood from her nose before walking out, unfortunately she lives to regret it.

The girl was named Faye she had red hair and freckles. She gets up cleaning herself off seething with rage. She walks away to the woods all the way back to a hidden creek she started to sharpen her cleaver and look through her grandma's spellbook. She took a jar and added cinnamon, dried lemon peels, rusty nails, a dead wasp and to top it off the Skeletal paws of a squirrel as she chanted with her cult shaking the bottle "Father of lust asmoday of the 9th layer, I bring thy an unworthy doll who's lost their way. Let her meet her fate to my blade and her soul shall be yours! "

Fast forward a couple of months. Angel has gotten a lot better and is now practicing for her recital of the The Red Shoes Ballet by Brian Easdale.

She was trying her best but she was failing, her shoes kept messing up because she got new ones. "Oh my goodness. I have my recital in 10 minutes I need to fucking get it together... Maybe I have time to smoke- " she was cut off by Faye as she opens the door she seemed to be in distress "look I know we don't get along but please! Help me! " angel looks up at her at tilts her head "what do you want my help for?"

Faye just looks up at her with teary eyes. "It's my cat! She's stuck in the creek behind the school! " angel seems worried but she complies because she's always had a soft spot for animals. When she gets to the creek she looks around for it before she was suddenly knocked unconscious and tied to a sacrificial table deeper within the creek, the cult surrounds angel and defiles her in every aspect.

When angel awoke the Cultists began to cut away at Angel's skin exposing her joints then connecting hooks and very strong fishing line turning angel into the perfect marionette. Removing her abdomen completely giving her an unreal cartoonist and horrifying figure. They began to smash in her teeth with rage and rip out one her eyes leaving the other one hanging. Angel cried for her mother one last time, the hope and light dying in her eyes "m-mom...h-help me.... " her broken voice uttered before passing away in a pool of her own blood

Faye laughed, preforming a ritual and selling angels soul to her dark lord damning her to dance forever and be nothing but a puppet for the deity; "May you burn in the melting pot. " she stated before walking away. Her outfit and hands drenched in blood leaving in the night

Angel twitched to life...not really but she could feel the pain, it burned she cried looking down at her body. She looked up and saw a large anomaly, she couldn't register in her mind what exactly it was but she knew it wasn't an animal or human, she just felt it was something more sinister it was evil. He had three heads, a serpent's tail, and flames of fire coming from his mouth. The first head is like a bull, the second like a man, and the third like goat. Suddenly angel was yanked up by her strings making her scream in pain

The deity forced her strings to make her dance to the black Swan, contorting her spine and several other bones around. The torture went on for weeks until the deity gets bored and forgets about her.  Angel cried her body broken and bruised a husk of what it used to be. 

The year is 1969. Angel was a cold case forgotten by history. Faye is living a happy life, until she hears the song angel was supposed to preform to so many years ago "heh just a coincidence. She deserved it after all ! " Faye continues tending to her garden waiting for her husband to come home but she can't shake the feeling of someone watching her, so she heads inside until she saw a glimpse of angel; angels body was plasticity and doll like but it was uncanny to what Faye did so long ago she couldnt tell if it was a corpse or a horrifying figment of her imagination.

"A-angel?..." She said as the figment disappeared. She soon sat down on her bed and thought about what she did, she felt the feeling of someone watching her again. Angel drew closer and closer until she possessed Faye. She got up and walked to the kitchen Faye having no control over her body as she began stabbing herself in the face with the knife cutting off her lips and gauging out her eyes, she then turns the radio up loud.

She does the recital she was meant to do years ago "The Red Shoes Ballet. " angel made every bone in her foot break and even fracturing her spine in several spots before finally letting the body drop to the floor on the knife she used. Angel left Faye's body broken and bruised on the ground for Faye's husband to see. "I hope you enjoyed my last performance. " she took a bow before fading away and going to find the rest of the cult.

[zimtrim]

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Ronnie Van Zant

[spilladabalia]

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Tuesday's Gone