Mr. Richard "Dick" Dale, was laid to rest Wednesday. Mr. Dale died when his amplifier fell off of the surfboard he was riding, and electrocuted him to death.
Many thanks to Novocaine Lipstick
Not only are these photos singularly unflattering, but they make the boys look like the Bad Posture Kings.
Happily Pillaged from Retrogasm
"Yeah, people are always asking me, 'Miss Joplin, what do you think you will be doing in the year 2000?'. Well, I don't know. I suppose I'll be doing 'Bobby McGee' for audiences on the Moon. Ha-ha!"
Many Thanks to Sorry You Didn't Hear
Doesn't he realize I only have so much time in a day? The man has no understanding whatsoever. I wish I had never met Bob Keeshan.
Nicked From Tack-O-Rama
Kurt blew his brains out. Surprised? I didn't think so.
Many Thanks to Tack-O-Rama
The Glenniston family was a gloomy lot til Rock Botticelli knocked on their door. The independently wealthy young man rolled in one of his multi-thousand dollar juke boxes loaded with all the latest rock and roll hits, and set it for unlimited free play. The foursome perked up and began to move and groove with the music. Rock had done his good deed for the day so he had a beer at Barlebys and drove with Peaches to lover's lane. Life was good.
Many Thanks to Doo Wop Daisy
...the allure and excitement of the rock business was on the wane for Jimi.
Much Obliged to Susi-A
Philemino Estrada relaxes in his backyard with his chihuahua Kukaburra, Phil (as his neighbors know him) is the little brother of Roy Estrada who played bass in Frank Zappa's backing band, the Mothers of Invention. "Yeah, Roy used to say that Frank was a genius. But, then he would do things like interrupt a recording session to call Chroni's (Famous Sandwich Shop) and order a corn and mashed potatoes sandwich. He was a strange dude, really, but a gas to hang with."
Phil is a retired plumber living in Los Feliz, L.A.
Many Thanks to Aliens and Ice Cream
Mrs. Arlene "Pidgie" Schwinn, of Atlantic City, N.J., has been a rabid fan of heavy metal music since Ozzy Osbourne's Master of Reality days (when she was in her early 30s), and has continued to rock to the genre to this day. An outspoken advocate for the music, she wrote angry letters to Run D.M.C. and The Beastie Boys in the 1990s excoriating them for their bastardization of the style.
Via You Can't Piss On Hospitality
Come here, young feller, and I'll tell ya about the Stones' glory days. Yes,we were once Cocks of the Walk. Of course, that was a few years back.
Via Peach Bee
I'm no longer young. Look at me. My wasted youth has wasted me. But I still have the rage and the glory within me. You fuckers may not be able to stand to look at me, but you're goddam sure gonna listen to me.
Now launch this fucker! ~
Courtesy of You Can't Piss On Hospitality
David really was quite a nice looking fellow. In this photo, you can see his resemblance to Michael C. Hall (Dexter).
He must be (have been) a real lady killer.
Via Life on Mars
Siouxsie, Baby, you had me until you showed me yer almost-nonexistent nipples. I'm goin' home seeya.
From The Blessed Bounty of Life on Mars
Call the Police?
Eternally Grateful to Life on Mars
