#the lucky suit 1972

[dre6ming]

The Lucky Suit 1972

During the 1972 June tour, when the suit made its debut, Elvis wore it with a matching white lined cape, but when it was worn again during the August/September Vegas engagement, a new cape was made for it. This time the lining was silver.

There was also a light blue version made of the "Lucky Belt", which Elvis used with the "Turquoise Phoenix" in 1974. The suit & the cape are in private hands these days... Also the "Lucky Belt" is known to be in private hands.

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[eptodaytommorowforever]

Nice Elvis Presley Fans Private Candid Photo Of Elvis Presley Waving To A Fan As He Leaves JFK Airport Here In New York After Is Four Sold Out Shows At Madison Square Gardens In 1972. To Head To Next Venue Concert Engagement Seen Here Wearing The Gold Belt A Nice White Shirt A Beautiful Two Piece Blue Suit And A Police Badge Fans Private Candid Photo Who Was Lucky Enough To Capture Elvis Presley Leaving JFK Airport.

[wastemanjohn]

qu'est-ce que c'est

i wanted to share a little something i've been working on... and by working on i mean dipping in and out of for months... here's a rough 4k-ish excerpt from the serial killer john AU i promised like last december lol. if you like it please let me know, i need all the motivation i can get to actually get this finished 😘

cw: see tags pls. johndean, accidental incest.

There’s a boy John has been watching for a few nights now. A boy who must be new in town, or at least to the more offensive parts of it; a boy of about 25, give or take, although it's hard to tell under all those neon lights. They don't do much to obscure his delicate, fawn-like prettiness; a boy with a face like that would be hard pressed not to stand out anywhere. A face that would suit both the cover of a teen magazine and a career in extreme pornography, a face that's a recipe all in itself for wet panties and sexuality crises - but good looks alone have never been enough to hold John's interest for that long. Luckily for him, there seems to be a lot more to this boy than that.

There would need to be, for such a boy to seek out the kind of bar no regular kid his age would go to; the kind of bar where the rotten keg smell can make you delirious and the jukebox is a relic from 1972, the kind of bar where you leave at the end of the night with your lungs tarred from all the smoke and a hangover already forming from whatever cheap crap is actually served out of all those brand name optics, the kind of bar where the true dregs of society drink their welfare money and at least keep the breath they waste to a confined space.

And such a boy sits up at such a bar, all alone in worn layered shirts and jeans degraded at the knees, the soles of his scuffed up boots held in place by duct tape. A closer look reveals scar tissue on his knuckles, a slight but palpable crookedness to his nose, like it's been broken more than once. There are these deep lines on his face even at rest, at odds with his obvious youth, and the skin around his eyes cracks like broken porcelain when he licks the residue of his whisky on ice off of cherry plump lips that pout and quirk in flirtatious grins to the chubby leather-skirted bartender, to the double-denimed smooth-brained admirers who orbit him all night like fruit flies, buying his drinks and putting their dirty hands on the small of his back, getting so close to his face that he must be able to smell their stale tobacco tooth decaying breath; but this boy, he doesn't seem to mind that at all. He minds it so little that around midnight, four free drinks down and keen to get what he so clearly came for, he'll let one lucky redneck take him to the boudoir of the bathroom stall, the romantic open air setting of the alleyway behind the building, or maybe a fast food-crusted backseat, if he's really lucky. Not that the boy seems particularly fussy; which might just be the thing that completes the entire sorry picture.

Yeah - beauty really isn't that interesting at all, without damage. It's an irresistible combination; it's fascinated people since time began. John's not immune to that fascination. Curiosity, about this boy, and what the hell happened to him to fuck him up so badly. John likes to get close to things like that, a little closer than most people. He likes to study it; break it down. See what he can make out of it. And with the right opportunity - the perfect opportunity - John's sure this boy, with his scars and his cracks and his indiscriminate promiscuity, could be something really, really special.

By the fifth night, John has everything ready for the boy. All that's left is to create that perfect opportunity.

He leaves his usual booth abandoned. He stands up at the bar, nursing an increasingly warm beer, and waits.

The boy comes in on the cusp of eleven, hands in his jacket pockets, all hard rock swagger and high shoulders. He walks past John and settles into his usual stool. He coyly compliments that trashy pig of a bartender on something or other, the way he always does, and she turns away from him with this flattered smirk as she goes to get his drink, the way she always does.

John sees his window. His heart starts to hammer in his chest. Hand on his wallet, he sidles over.

"I got this." He makes a point of not looking directly at the boy; instead, he offers a tight-lipped smile to the bartender, who looks a little startled, but John's used to that. She always seems a little uncomfortable around him, the way people often do, but John doesn't really think that's his problem.

This boy doesn't seem to think so either. In John's periphery, he's grinning. "Well. I’d been wonderin’ when you were gonna crawl out of the shadows."

John feigns a slight tremor in his hand as he passes over his change; notes how the bartender is a little tense in taking it, but again, he's used to that sort of thing. “Excuse me?" he says.

The boy blinks at him through long, dramatic eyelashes. “Come on, man. You really think I haven't noticed you staring at me like a fucking creep all this time?"

The boy props his chin up on his hands and looks at John like he’s pleased, or maybe a little smug. That’s the thing about damaged boys like him. Attention that would unsettle most people flatters them. 

"So what's up with you?" the boy adds. "You don't like making the first move, or -"

Rhetorical or, drags on. He has a deeper voice than expected. It doesn't match that face of his at all.

John confesses, “I guess I am a little shy."

That grin hasn’t left the boy’s mouth. "Well, I don't bite. Unless you want me to, of course."

The boy holds John's gaze; sips his drink, puffy pink lips melding around his glass in a way that seems very practised. That kind of thing doesn't work on John. But he humors the boy anyway. Gives him the admiring, up-down glance he's perfected from watching other people flirt.

The boy notices. In return he treats John to the same glittering "use-me" eyes he's been dishing out like cookies the last few nights. Doesn't John feel special.

"So," the boy says. "Are you a regular at this dump, Shy Guy?"

"I come in and out." It's true. Truck stops and street corners sometimes keep John away. "But hey, sometimes even a craphole like this is better than being stuck at home alone, right?" He shrugs.

"I feel that," says the boy, with this ironic smile. "So you're not married or nothing?"

"Not anymore."

The kid snickers. "Well, that's refreshing. Most guys who hit on me don't even bother taking off their wedding bands."

"Not me." John shrugs again, slow, heavy. "My - my wife died last year."

The boy starts to look uncomfortable. "Wow. That's, uh, rough, man. I'm sorry."

He really is. John can hear it in his voice, see it in those twinkly doe eyes. "Yeah," John sighs. "It was… it’s been pretty hard, you know."

The boy nods into his glass, swirling his ice. "I get it. My mom - I was four. Leaves a hole, doesn't it?"

How interesting. "Yeah," John replies. "It really does."

Neither of them says anything after that. Drinks are sipped; optics are idly glanced at. John watches the boy's face; and just for a moment, this split second thing, he can see that loss there, as raw as when it first happened. The hole this loving mother who baked cookies and gave the best goodnight kisses left behind, idolized and martyred, the memory of her smile lost to time. And if the boy's penchant for men twice his age is anything to go by - which it usually is - John's willing to bet the father never stuck around afterwards. There's quite often the ghost of a cruel or neglectful one hanging around his boys, stinking of booze, acrid rage.

Despite it, John can see the boy's posture softening just a little; a sign that he's starting to relax. His kind usually do, when they're led to believe that John is a kindred spirit. Someone with more pain than love in his life, just like them.

"Anyway," says the boy, after a moment. That cocky grin comes back. "Now we're done with the little therapy session, maybe you wanna tell me your name?"

John forces a chuckle. "My name's Henry." Yeah, fathers linger. "And yours?"

“Dean,” says the boy. He looks a little confused, like he's not used to being asked.

John slaps on a sitcom-warm smile. "It’s nice to meet you, Dean."

"Likewise,” Dean says. He leans against the bar, elbow cocked, those pretty green eyes sparkling. "So. What does Henry do when he's not staring at the back of boy's heads in bars?"

I'm usually staring into the back of their mouths while I wrench out their teeth. "Nothing right now. I used to be a mechanic." He hasn't worked in years, actually, but Dean doesn't need to know that.

Dean's eyes light up. "Me too." He pauses for a moment, like he's embarrassed by his enthusiasm. "Uh - I mean, not like a professional one, or anything. But I know my way around an engine, you know."

"That so? I could probably get you some work around here, if you want a real shot at it." John promises his boys this often, regardless of what field they express interest in.

Dean shakes his head. "Thanks, but it's cool. I'm just passing through town for work. My day job keeps me pretty busy anyways."

"Which is?" John probes.

"Oh." Dean's forehead creases. "Like, extermination. Pest control. That sort of thing."

John nods. "Oh." A miserable job for a miserable boy.

Silence lands again; John doesn't break it. Some awkwardness is natural in these sorts of situations, after all. He watches as Dean touches this pendant hanging off a raggedy black chain around his neck, twiddle it between his fingers. It's some weird occult looking thing; probably some mass produced crap he thought was cool. John logs this information quietly, as he watches Dean watching the optics again; looks over Dean's side profile. There's this dusting of stubble over his jaw, a jaw romance novels would describe as "chiselled," a desperate statement of toughness on a man who’s too pretty for his own good. Despite his relaxation, those shoulders are still kind of rounded, see: toughness. 

“You have a really pretty neck,” John tells him.

"You like my neck?" Dean throws him a glance, then smirks. “Weird fucking compliment, but I’ll take it.” 

He raises his hand to his neck all the same, looking a little giddy. John thinks about all the little tendons and bones in that neck, ripe and tender beneath Dean's fingers. He represses a shudder.

“Was just listening out,” Dean says. “I like this song.”

The music’s a little low under all the chatter, but John can vaguely make it out. “Aren’t you a little young to know Jefferson Starship?”

“I’m a little young to know most of what I listen to.” Dean smirks, like this is impressive. “More of an Airplane man myself. But Red Octopus is a damn good album.”

“I guess you know your music.” That album came out the year he and Mary got married.

“You’d be surprised,” Dean says. “Besides, Grace Slick is a babe. What’s not to like?”

“I don’t think she’s a babe anymore.”

Dean shrugs. “Don’t care. For badassery alone I’d still hit it.”

John pauses, considers this, as Dean downs the last of his drink. “You like women too, then.”

The boy shrugs again. "I like anyone who's willing, you know? It's all the same to me."

For a moment, he almost looks sheepish. Loneliness, John thinks, does have a very specific stench. Up close, this boy fucking reeks.

Dean moves a little closer to John on his stool. John feels the whisper-light brush of Dean's knees against his own. “Alright," he says, "I'm done with the small talk. We getting down to business or what?"

John does his best to make sure his gulp is visible. "Business," he echoes. "Uh - okay."

Dean laughs a little. It's not unkind. "You ever been with a man before, Shy Guy?”

Shy Guy shakes his head. Avoids the boy’s eyes slightly, in a further show of patheticness.

“Just wanna know what it’s like, huh?" Dean says, kinda softly. "You're curious?"

“I - yeah. I guess - I think so."

Shy Guy stumbles over his words. Hopes he's getting the boy to pity him a bit.

“You’re nervous," Dean says.

Shy Guy nods.

“It’s new.”

Another nod.

“I can help you out."

Dean’s hand comes down on John’s wrist. Gentle fingertips walk up his forearm, press against the leather of his jacket. John’s skin feels too tight, fuck, he hates being touched. Makes him want to rip off the kid's face.

He forces himself to lean into Dean's hand, regardless. To look nervous and wanting all at once, as he glances at Dean's lips again. He comforts himself with thinking just how beautiful they're going to look stretched around silicone, pressed against steel, smeared with blood, come, puke. How pretty those girlish lashes are going to come up all dewy with tears, how that deep voice is going to crack and squeal as he begs for his life, sobbing out pleas to gods that have never so much glanced his way before. John's getting all tingly just thinking about it.

“It’s hot as hell, Henry,” the boy promises. Palm on the crook of John’s elbow now. “Fucking another guy. You’ll never want to go back.”

John makes a show of sucking in a breath. He meets Dean’s eyes, finally. They’ve gone a little dark. John’s willing to bet the little slut is already leaking in his dollar store briefs.

"Tell me, Dean," he says, matching the boy's quiet register, "What on earth could a pretty young thing like you want with an old man like me?”

Dean bites his lip. “I like 'em older.”

Well, no shit.

“Besides,” Dean glances him up and down, with this gaze that makes him feel stripped, “You really got that whole Daddy thing going on.”

The cliches keep on dropping. John does his best to look a little startled; he's practised that one. “Daddy thing?” he splutters.

“Yeah.” Dean winks, making it worse. "I can show you, Henry. Show you what a good little boy I can be."

Those finger presses get a little more insistent, up John's bicep, like acid; John sees the amusement in Dean’s eyes as he feigns another little gulp. Pulls at the collar of his shirt. 

Dean pouts those pretty lips, looking John up and down. “Honestly? I want you to fuck me until I can't walk."

John moves past gulping; this time, he chokes on his own spit. Dean laughs, loud, raw mirth. Something a little sadistic in it now, like he's enjoying pursuing this innocent, naive prey. Maybe he and Dean have more in common that John thought.

“O-okay," John stutters out, eventually, again.

“Okay,” Dean repeats. That cocky, irrepressible grin comes back, as he nods to John’s now-warm beer. “So, why don’t you get yourself something a little stronger for those nerves? Then we’ll see about making those sad eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.”

“You’re - forward, huh?” John thinks he does a good job of keeping the disgust out of his voice.

Dean shrugs. "Well, life is short.”

It feels like an ironic comment.

John holds Dean’s gaze. “And you’re not married yourself?" he asks, carefully. "You got no one to take care of you?”

Dean laughs. Genuine amusement. “Sounds like someone’s life, man. Doesn’t sound like mine.”

John was 99.9% certain on that. Because beauty and damage, for most people, is a combination, a concept, to be enjoyed from afar. The simple minded might think Dean is oblivious to his good looks, with the way he'll apparently fuck anybody; they'll bleat on about low self-esteem or some shit like that. They'll say that Dean must think he can't do any better. John, though; John's a little more enlightened than that. John knows that this boy really can't do any better. Your average person would run a mile from someone like Dean, someone with that desperate stench, that damage so clear in his face if you squint just the slightest bit. And this boy - bless his heart - he knows it too. He won't be missed.

“Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be alone," John tells him.

“Yeah, well.” Dean snorts, like he's heard this a thousand times befoer. “Looks ain’t everything.”

John feigns a quiver in his hand as he reaches out to touch Dean’s stubbled cheek. Dean’s teeth graze his lower lip, he gives this gentle sigh; John catches it on his lips as he leans in for a chaste, gentle kiss. John's never seen Dean get a kiss off of any of his nightly lays; isn't surprised, because men like that aren't smart enough to understand that gentle attentions make boys like Dean so putty they’re almost liquid. And the boy shivers, full body, as John pulls away.

“You’re sweet.” John tells him, in the softest register he can. "Thank you, Dean. For - you know. For being so nice to me."

The boy snorts. “Oh, come on. Don’t make it weird.” But John can see the joy that only praise can bring lighting up the back of his eyes. Yep. Putty, alright.

John smiles. Tender, like he's seen in movies. “Same again?”

"Sure," Dean says, with all the entitled air of someone who never pays for his own drinks; and John flags down the bartender, while Dean sits there beside him, quiet, relaxed. So sweet, so trusting. Oh, he's asking for this. He's fucking begging for it.

The music cranks up suddenly, like it always does around this time. Dean jumps, the way boys like Dean always jump at sudden noises; disco and drivel, go on now go, walk out the door, the exact kind of vacuous crap that passes for great art in places like these.

Dean, to his credit, looks genuinely angry. “What kind of terrorist put this on the jukebox?” he shouts above the noise.

John reaches for his wallet again. There’s window number two.

He fishes out a quarter, reaches for Dean's hand; prises open Dean's dry-skinned fingers and deliberately presses the coin into his palm. John touches his face too; holds his jaw, tilts up his head. 

"You're gonna look so fucking pretty screaming for that dead Mommy of yours to come and save you,” he tells Dean.

Dean squints, because he can’t hear a thing above the music. 

John raises his voice. “I said, go put on something you like."

“With pleasure,” Dean shouts back, but looks at the quarter in his hand like it’s the greatest gift he’s ever received. How cute. He even lets John ruffle his hair before he slides off the stool and goes on his way.

On his way, leaving John alone with his drink, and with the other essential item he keeps in his wallet. The pill bubbles and fizzes in Dean’s whisky as it dissolves, while around John, the majority of the bar’s unwashed patrons are in various states of emotion, bleating along to I Will Survive with hands on chests, arms around the same friends they’ve had since they were fifteen. They’ll wake up tomorrow with no memory of the event and go back to their lives, lives so boring and worthless that this is their definition of euphoria. It’s sad, John thinks. It’s really, really sad.

He watches Dean at the jukebox. Dean, the beauty in all of this, shining so bright and special. The light in all of the pollution. It moves John to see it, the way nothing else ever moves him; stirs up the gentle beginnings of all those emotions that have always been just out of his reach, excitement, joy, fulfilment. Soon. He'll have all of them, everything he needs, soon.

Sure, the drugs aren't ideal - but John’s long since learned his lesson about taking his boys out to his car fully conscious. They always lose their nerve when it dawns on them they've been driving for way too long, and it's an unnecessary hazard when they start panicking and crying as the trees get thicker, as the roads narrow out until they’re nothing more than dirt trails; just plain dangerous, when they grab for the steering wheel, and annoying as hell when they leave marks all over the interior of John's Impala with their frantic, kicking feet. There have been times when John has had to stop the fun before it’s even started because of that shit. He makes sure the last thing those boys see before the light goes out of their eyes is the disappointment in John's face.

Anyway; that shouldn't be the case for Dean. It's so much easier this way. So much easier to haul Dean out of the bar on liquid legs, to laugh with the group of middle-aged women smoking outside about “my wasted son," how he just can’t hold his liquor; and “have a good night,” says the one with the shortest skirt, and “you too, sweetheart,” John replies, even though it repulses him to interact with a stain like that; no, so much more fun to enjoy Dean’s dazed, confused face, to dodge the clumsy, off-kilter swings that come from fists that can’t even clench right as John eases him into the backseat of his Impala, fresh and newly cleaned for the occasion.

"You're alright," he tells his agitated boy, in lieu of returning those swings; that wouldn't do with witnesses around. "Just relax, Dean, okay? You're gonna need your rest."

Dean's eyes are everywhere, lashes fluttering like he’s seizing. "Th'fuck you doin'?"

The confusion in Dean's face is delicious. Not to mention the way his limbs are starting to falter, the way his body is failing him. Falling into that seat without resistance.

“Don’t worry about it.” John takes Dean's ankles, tucks his legs into the car. They jerk, but only a little his last attempt at fighting as his eyes start to close. “Just doing a little pest control of my own.”

When John is sure Dean is out cold, he takes the opportunity to reach into the boy's pocket. The kid has two phones, which doesn’t surprise him much - implies shady shit, and his boys are usually into some kind of shady shit - he can dump them both on the way.

It doesn't surprise John how cute Dean looks like this, either. He strokes his boy’s unresponsive face, as his own, equally unresponsive face, quivers into a genuine smile. What a find Dean is. What a find.

#my writing #johndean #fic #serial killer john #cw accidental incest #cw violence #cw gore #cw nonconsensual drug use #psycho john's horrible opinions are his own

[hooked-on-elvis]

⚡ONE NIGHT IN ELVIS' LIFE⚡ ELVIS with members of the British fan club in Las Vegas, at the Las Vegas Hilton International Hotel, on September 4, 1972 (before his dinner show that night, 8:15pm) + some other interesting things about that night, including 'Aloha From Hawaii' press conference N.1, the Aug-Sept 1972, Vegas season, and an overview on Elvis' 60s/70s fandom outside U.S.

The Elvis fans: Janet Barker, Alan Trower and Tony Prince, from England, and Gitt Nymand and May Britt Berlind, from Sweden.

Below is a picture of Tony Prince with EP on the same day, September 4, 1972. Tony appears in the movie "Elvis: That's The Way It Is", the original/theatrical version from 1970.

That was Elvis' closing night at the Hilton - I love how he's wearing his 'Aloha' necklace. I call it that way because he wore it on the two 'Aloha from Hawaii' press conferences in 1972. Actually, that's because the first 'Aloha From Hawaii' press conference was held that very night, between Elvis' dinner and midnight concerts, at the Hilton Hotel. Note that EP is seeing at first wearing a black jacket. His fan said he met with the fans then quickly went into his dressing room and came back to talk to them again when he was no longer wearing the black jacket (and we can see he is no loner wearing the necklace too), so he probably was making time to change to his first (dinner) concert while at the same time he was meeting his fans.

That means on September 4, 1972, Elvis schedule included at least: Performing two hour-long concerts, meeting his fans, giving all the attention he was known to give to them, and talking to the press about his upcoming big, historical concert for 1973. I'm tired just talking about it! He is indeed the King.⚡ Also, talk about how Elvis changed his outfit in a single day! My god! All breathtaking outfits tho. ♥

This is Elvis during the first 'Aloha From Hawaii' Press Conference - September 4, 1972 – at the Las Vegas Hilton International Hotel, Las Vegas, Nevada. This press conference was held between his dinner and midnight concerts.

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AUG 4 - SEPT 4, 1972, VEGAS SEASON

Elvis opened his 7th season in Las Vegas, at the Las Vegas Hilton International Hotel, holding two shows every day for a month, (except for the opening night when he performed only one evening concert) beginning in August 4th. The season ended on September 4th, 1972.

Pictures 1-5: Opening concert, August 4, 1972. EP's wearing his “White two-piece suit with aqua pockets” with the Turquoise Concho suit belt. Pictures 6-7: Closing concert, September 4, 1972. Elvis is wearing his "Lucky Suit" (A.K.A "Blue Swirl/Clover Leaf" jumpsuit) with the Blue Macrame belt.

I love how he begins and closes this engagement wearing blue. ♥

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Here are some details of the fan meeting during Elvis' closing night at the Hilton Hotel in Sept 4, 1972, as provided by Rex Martin*:

Todd [one of the European fans] and the others was sitting in Colonel Parker's booth (and the next one), when Parker came and took them thru a side door to the left of the showrooms stage. Just after this Tom Diskin talked to two girls sitting next to the stage (far right of centre); he asked them where I was sitting. I was with Virginia Coons and the girls front row balcony (far right), under the funky angels. Tom [Diskin] waved for me to meet him downstairs. We went through a door between Emelio's office, and the showroom entrance. Into the lounge (behind and below the back of the showrooms stage). I arrived a few minutes after Todd's party. A few minutes later, Elvis walked in. A small B&W TV was monitoring the opening acts, up high in the lounge (no sound); the Sweets Inspirations was on most of the time we were backstage (for about 8 minutes in total). During the meeting Elvis left the room for a very short time (his dressing room was a door almost opposite the lounge). He returned clutching 6 folded Emerald Green Scarfs, and had removed his jacket.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Note: One thing came to my mind. Considering how Elvis was dressed for the 2nd 'Aloha From Hawaii' press conference, held in the Hilton Hawaiian Village at Honolulu, Hawaii, on November 20, 1972, I guess during the fan meeting at the Hilton Hotel he was pretty much dressed up and ready for the first 'Aloha' press conference to be held that same day but last minute he might have decided to change his outfit from the black one to the white one he actually wore for the 1st 'Aloha' press conference. It looks like he 'saved' (?) that one dark suit for the Hawaii press conference because he is dressed that day pretty much the same way he was during the fan meeting on Sept 4, as we can see in the pictures. Or maybe, most likely, he was just trying the outfit options (wardrobe test) for the press conferences before he met the European fans in Vegas that September 4, 1972 evening, and opted for the white one to the 1st 'Aloha' press conference in the end. Those are just my theories, I don't know. Those similar outfits may confuse the fans on the date the pictures were taken, if does for me. 🫠

Aloha From Hawaii Press Conference - November 20, 1972 – Hilton Hawaiian Village, Honolulu, Hawaii.

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⭐ About Rex Martin, Elvis' "super fan" and how he helped disseminating Elvis to the fans outside U.S. in the 60s/70s⭐

Back in the days when internet was not even in people's imaginary, the passionate Elvis fans that got to be closer to their idol were the responsible ones for keeping his other fans outside US updated about what was going on in the King's life/career.

Side note: That's so interesting. I remember I saw an interview with Ernst Jorgensen (one of the responsible people, the top one actually, for the Elvis FTD albums. He's an Elvis expert, a long term fan, and he's also a Grammy-nominated reissue producer, dedicated archivist, seasoned researcher and acclaimed author of one of the pivotal books to Elvis Presley's legacy, 'A Life in Music', which is an essencial book on Elvis' whole career, all the recording sessions and every detail you can possibly imagine), and in that one interview, Ernst spoke about the importance of Elvis' musical films, as they were the only way for fans outside the United States to get to know Elvis' music and performance in the 60s, which is very interesting since many people criticize Elvis' movie career.

Without those fans, those passionate fans that willingly took it as a delightful task to keep the fans outside the US updated about EP's career, maybe Elvis wouldn't be so big outside US (oh, that's not possible. No, he would be big regardless of the amount of info people got about him in the 50s-70s, actually, but his fan base maybe would have been considerably smaller during those decades, outside America, considering people wouldn't be 'fed' with news about him so frequently). Rex Martin was this one person who did feed the England/European fans with news about Elvis Presley.

Rex Martin saw Elvis in concert more than 60 times and, as one of the most influential publishers in the Elvis world, he amassed an incredible photo and audio-visual library. Rex Martin and his legendary publication, the Worldwide Elvis News Service Weekly, were an integral part of how fans "got their Elvis news" in the late 1960s and 1970s. The 'Weekly News Service' represented a fundamental shift in both the frequency and currency of fan's access to Elvis news around the world. Source: https://www.elvisinfonet.com/rexmartin_info.html

REX MARTIN'S - ELVIS PRESLEY WEEKLY NEWS SERVICE - August 1971 issues.

Sadly, Rex passed away in 2008. Rest in peace, Rex. I'm sure there's lots of Elvis fans that are profoundly grateful for all you've done. ♥

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P.S.:This post begun only with the intention of publishing Elvis meeting with his fans in September 4th, 1972. That was the only thing I wanted to share: the pictures of the fan meeting. Then you read and you read, and one thing led to another and... now the post includes, the fan meeting, Elvis' engagement at the Hilton on Aug to Sept 1972, his European fans and how important Elvis' movies were to the fans outside U.S. and the 'Aloha from Hawaii' press conference N°1. Phew. That is what it means being an Elvis fan. You have endless topics to research and talk about. If I continue digging deeper into it, there's many other things to talk about on each of those subjects. I know it for sure, actually. I simply wrote an overall look on things.

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis history #70s elvis

[suraemoon]

Elvis Outfit Spotlight V17

"Make me feel so lucky, seven"

The Lucky Suit aka The Blue Swirl Suit

Worn: during some 1972/1973 shows

Debuted with a white-lined cape for the 1972 June Tour

A new silver-lined cape was made for the August/September Vegas Engagement

Worn with three different belts

Designed by: Bill Belew

#elvis #on my knees for him #always #this man #elvis presley #love the mirror belt #elvis fans #70s elvis #1970s #music history #70s

[usafphantom2]

Major General Robert “Bob” Behler

The General entered the Air Force in 1972 as a distinguished graduate of the Air Force Reserve Officer Training Corps program. He is a magna cum laude graduate of the College of Engineering. He is a command pilot with over 5,000 flying hours in 65 aircraft types, including the SR-71 and U-2. He has impeccable credentials as a former fighter pilot, test pilot, engineer and most importantly, a former SR 71 pilot. Bob puts a little things into the book that no one else would really know such as, “I’m down to my last shot of.”TEB” and using Blackbird diplomacy as a distraction.(sonic booms)

General Behler helped with the information in the recently released fictional book Tom Clancy “Weapons Grade” by Don Bentley.

I was excited while reading this book because the SR-71 is back in the air. Flying! Just as good as new. There are some computerized adjustments to the SR-71 backseat. The pilot’s cockpit remains analog. A difference is a table with a computerized tablet in the Pilots cockpit so that Bob can see what his backseater Charlie, is also seeing.

Charlie is not one of the Air Force esteemed former RSO’s’ but instead a mechanical engineering, computer whiz in his 20s who considers Bob a fossil..

They do bridge the generation gap together after one disaster after another happens at the speed of 2000 +miles an hour in the SR-71 this happens, when Bob (Snake) gives Charlie his handle( Cowboy).

Bob and Charlie are flying in formation with the Convair an unmanned aerial aircraft that can fly hypersonicy. A quote from the book”Tom Clancy Weapons Grade” by Don Bentley “The Habu’s air speed record has finally been broken. It was broken by the Corvair….We’re at Mach four and climbing to Mach five.” Bob was just fine with flying the Habu the way he had 30 years ago but as much as he wanted to pretend otherwise, Bob had become quite enamored with the tablet that displayed the imagery that Charlie was collecting. Why is the SR 71 Blackbird back in the sky? The SR-71 is flying chase after the Convair UCAV. Who else could try keep up with them?

This time around the Blackbird SR-71 is not the celebrity. That honor belong to the sleek black form that just shattered the air breathing speed record that stood for 50 years. However, ‘’That no man or woman will ever be, sitting in the cockpits to hear the thundering engines that drove the vehicle to the ragged edge of speed. This fact diminishes the glory. Because the Convair had no cockpits. Bob knew that he was lucky to be standing in this hangar with the Habu This beauty came together with slide rules, and number two pencils. As the story continues Colonel Buehler receives a phone call from the White House asking his opinion of the UCAV.( Unmanned combat aerial vehicle). The weapons system that the Corvar was trying to become would fill a new role in America’s arsenal. The President of the United States of America decides that he wants Bob to suit up and fly the Habu on one more mission. i’m not going to give away what happens next but I will give you an example of how beautifully Don Bentley writes.” Although the Blackbirds thick windows didn’t make for a great sightseeing Bob was only 200 feet from the Convair had no problem picking out its distinct shape. The UCAV Resembled nothing so much as an ethereal spirit,an ink blot rendered across a canvas of blue. Though he could see no difference in the vehicles flight profile as the onboard computer assumed control the aircraft felt different to Bob with live munitions and no human in the loop Convair seemed like an attack dog who’s leash had just been on unclipped”

I certainly enjoyed the book but please remember this is fiction. There are no SR- 71s flying anywhere. Perhaps in the future, though we may see a movie that re-create some of the magic that we all remember in the SR -71.

Written by Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[lonelyasawhisper]

The Secret History of Queen

Rick Johnson, Creem, 1st August 1981

TIME CAPSULE OR HAZARDOUS WASTES?

1968—Freddie Mercury meets Brian May and Roger Taylor (then members of the group Smile) in Art School. Brian first heard to say “Freddie! Not in front of company!"

1970—Smile splits up after releasing one single (“Earth”). Brian asks Freddie if he wants to start a new band. “Do octopi have suckers?” Fred replies.

1971—“Lucky” seventh bass player, John Deacon, joins up. Excitement level reaches #4. Bullet Maintenance.

1972—Queen meets Roy Thomas Baker, who, along with John Anthony; produces demos for the band that help them land a contract with EMI. Anthony later pleads “diminished responsibility.”

1973��Debut album proves to be as popular as minimizing civilian casualties. “Around the rime and out,” sez CREEM.

1974—Queen II released. You remember, the one with the black side and the white side that’re both on the wrong side? “Soft core pomp,” sez CREEM.

—Queen supports Mott the Hoople at New York’s Uris Theatre as the first rock bands to play Broadway.

—Brian May’s annual attack of hepatitis forces early cancellation. Although his guitar style is considered rather treacly at this point, you know what they say—good kelp is so hard to find.

—Q II voted album of the year in Japan. The prize: front row seats at the creation of Pink Lady. “Can I lick the spoon?” asks Freddie.

—Sheer Heart Attack recorded for 25,000 pounds sterling (about $1.79 in U.S. funds).

—“Killer Queen” is an international smasharoo. Joe Fernbacher thinks “orgone bleats” for first time.

1975—Night At The Opera released. “Poignancy at its cutest,” sez CREEM. 

—“Bohemian Rhapsody” squats at the top of the U.K. charts for seven weeks. Migration officials begin working overtime. 

—New Musical Express readers pick Queen as “Best Stage Band” and “Bohemian Rhapsody” as “Best Single.” But the group itself remains the #2 band after Led Zep. This is about as big a deal as being the second most beloved woman in Argentina. 

—More awards from NME: First Annual Jobriath Memorial Award for being “last band to make it off the glam-rock bandwagon.” First Annual Freddie Mercury I’ve-Got-A-Tiger-In-My-Trousers Award goes to Jim Dandy!

—Sept. CREEM DREEM appearance temporarily appeases the sun-suit set.

1976—“This year, I can at least sit up!” boasts Freddie.

—Group cans previous management and signs on with Elton John’s manager, John Reid. “So what?” say many.

—At promo bash for the group, Bette Midler punches out then-Mr. Big of radio programming, Paul Drew, for reputedly saying her record is “as quaint an idea as researching an article."

—New Of The World unleashes “We Are The Champions/We Will Rock You” on unsuspecting public. Snuffbrats everywhere rejoice, but CREEM insists that “Queen is the Sha Na Na of rock’s modem age.”

—Joe Zdeb bats .297.

—Study shows that one out of every two American families has at least one member who suffers from motion sickness.

1978—Jazz LP becomes most ignored effort by major act since Tanya Tucker’s attempted suicide. “A parody of their own uselessness,” sez CREEM.

—Joe Zdeb’s batting avg. slips to .252.

—“Today the pond, tomorrow the world!” promo for the movie Frogs becomes Queen fans’ battle cry.

1979—Live Killers released, including controversial pre-taped version of “Boho Rhapsody.” “A typically uncompromising move,” sez the liner notes. “Oh, what a first!”as they say in the new biodegradable tampon ads.

—“Makes you feel like someone is peeing on your grave,” sez CREEM.

—Public response to purchasing a live album that features tapes from previous LPs? Well, if words could deep-fry, Queen would now be a pile of onion rings.

1980—The Game is group’s best-selling album yet. Looks like Merc and the boys have their heels on the pulse of the nation. “Gutless and artificial,” sez CREEM.

—“Another One Bites The Dust” reaches ridiculous heights of popularity for a song that sounds like Trigger counting to six.

—Detroit Lions adopt “Dust” as theme song and promptly lose five games in a row.

1981—Flash Gordon soundtrack released; becomes biggest selling soundtrack album with a yellow cover in first fiscal quarter of ’81. “If Freddie Mercury is ever in a movie,” CREEM meant to say, “the female lead will be Jamie Lee Curtis.”

THE NINE JUICIEST RUMORS ABOUT QUEEN

1. Brian to leave and join Sparks?

2. Before settling on Queen, other names considered included Princess Phones, The Thinkophants, Genotype Cointoss and The John Deacon Experience.

3. Brian to leave and join Kool and the Gang?

4. It was Freddie that tossed the cherry bomb which almost blinded Steven Tyler.

5. Billie Jean King and Freddie boy an item? Wait’ll he finds out what a strong backhand really is.

6. Brian to leave and join Doobie Bros.?

7. Almost 17 years ago, young Frederico’s dentist forgot to tell him to rinse and he still hasn’t!

8. John Deacon is dead.

9. John Deacon isn’t dead.

QUEEN VS. SLIM WHITMAN 

“Bohemian Rhapsody” ’s streak of seven weeks at number one is the second longest in British chart history. The champ: American folk hero Slim Whitman, who topped the charts for eleven weeks in 1955.

“Will they be on Hee Haw too?” asks Slim.

INSPIRATIONAL VERSE

“I suck your mind, you blow my head”

DID YOU KNOW...

* Freddie calls everyone “Dear.”

* A can of 2,000 flushes only lasts John three days.

* The band retains a year-around crew whether they’re touring or not, including the guy who hands John a triangle for one note.

* The chief influence on their Flash Gordon movie music was Zither and Zaza’s monumental soundtrack for Prom Night. 

* Groucho Marx was given a complimentary Queen II jacket shortly before his death. 

* Freddie is a ping-pong champion and hockey expert.

* After the U.S. and Japan, their biggest market is Australia.

* Brian was an astronomer for four years. 

* The prize they really received for their Japanese Album of the Year Award was a wooden comb. Well, at least it wasn’t a teriyaki burger.

* Roger takes forty vitamins a day. 

* Masquerading as Larry Lurex, Queen had a British chartbuster with a remake of the golden oldie “I Can Hear Music.”

* John Deacon is dead.

* The front of a 1952 Buick looks just like Lon Chaney.

* Japanese fans write the boys letters about the “world situation.” “Situation?”—BM “World?”—JD

PIGSQUEAL ZOOTING?

Some Words On Queen In Concert: 

* “The nasty Queenies are back!”—Freddie kicks off second or third U. S. tour.

* “I got chills...hasn’t been anything like it since the Beatles... no one has ever really done ‘Jailhouse Rock’ like they did.”—C. Dagnall, CREEM.

* “Lusty beavers...pigsqueal zooting.”— anon. CREEM.

* “Stunning... they have a sense of Showbiz humor that saves their songs...” L. Robinson, NME.

* “OLD HAT... AMATEUR... NO BIG DEAL... TOO COY... PUNCHLESS... STIFFLY POSED FOOLS... DEMANDING.” K. Nicholson, CREEM 

* "Let’s face it, Freddie has got more and more preposterous onstage. ”—Roger.

* “An impossible combination, like singles charts and scimitars.”—J. Mori, Hit Parader.

* “Whether they deserve this acclaim is, of course, a different matter entirely.”—T. Stewart, NME.

* “Totally hopeless...not unlike a Kiss concert.” L. Danna, Trouser Press.

* “That’s the horrible thing about running away—you always meet yourself when you get there.”—Scientist in The Leech Woman.

* “Excellent background music for looking over wallpaper samples or just plain becoming a sissy.”—R. Coathanger, CREEM

* “Tune the fucking guitar!”—many.

CRIMP ME, YOU FOOL!

“I was struck by how Freddie, along with Carly Simon, Joni Mitchell and quite possibly Mick Jagger, was another candidate for my special Overbite Issue of Hit Parader. ”

—Lisa R’s first impression of “Choppers” Mercury

THE REAL STORY BEHIND "KILLER QUEEN”

“It’s about a high class call girl. I’m trying to say that classy people can be whores as well.”—Freddie

FREDDIE SEZ...

More Lip Drool From Zanzibar:

* “We’re not merely a load of poofs.” 

* “You’re coming to a fashion show, not a concert.”

* “Liza Minnelli’s a wow!”

* “I mean, how can I play a piano with one leg missing?”

* “Robert Plant has always been my favorite singer.”

* “I can’t wait to see Japan—all those geisha girls and boys!”

MOMMY, WHAT’S THAT BUMP ON HIS LEG?

Freddie Mercury has the most celebrated bulge since Jim Morrison or even Ted Kluzewski. “By the way,” swears the tyke, “I do not wear a hose. MY HOSE IS MY OWN! No Coke bottle, nothing stuffed down there.”

Oh yeah? then let’s hear your explanation for these items found in your dressing room: an iron banana, two bags of R-19 insulation, a roll of dimes, a grasshopper trying to mate with a thermometer, a grassy knoll, a baggie full of virgin’s tears, the Leaning Tower of Cottage Cheese and a refugee shrimper and his family.

Oh yeah, according to Lisa Robinson, he wears “it” to the left.

A WORD FROM THE COMPETITION

“Queen...oh, the English Queen, well...I think they’re going to turn out to be real good”—Robert Plant.

MORE FUN THAN ETCH-A-SKETCH!

Brian on his self-made guitar: “It took two years, It was made from the wood of a 100-year-old fireplace, cast aluminum, and the parts of an old motorcycle engine. The fuzz and phase units are built it.” Neat, Bri’! Now try building some character.

NO SIGN OF A STRUGGLE 

Freddie on the egocentricity of “We Are The Champions": ‘‘We thought it may be, but SOD IT!”

QUEEN FAX: 

FREDDIE

Astrological Sign: Virgo 

Birthday: Sept. 5, 1946

Influences: Liza Minelli, Jimi Hendrix

Ambition: a pinch to grow an inch

Education: grammar school in India, Euling College of Art

Previous Occupation: graphic designer/illustrator

Likes: being stared at

Dislikes: "pockets in trousers"

Birthplace: Zanzibar

Last Book Read: "book?"

Quote: "Touring makes me feel like a vulture's crotch."

ROGER

Astrological Sign: Leo

Birthday: too coy to‘fess

Influences: Yardbirds. Who, Dylan, Lennon, Hendrix and “himself"

Ambition: "to go supernova"

Education: London Dental College

Previous Occupation: gentleman’s outfitter

Likes: vitamins

Dislikes: death

Birthplace: Norfolk

Last Book Read: “Read?"

Quote: “Leave me alone. Reek."

BRIAN

Astrological Sign: Cancer

Birthday: ditto Roger

Influences: Clapton, Beck, Davey O’List

Ambition: "penguin"

Education: earned B.A. in physics at some mystery college

Previous Occupation: teacher

Likes: eating on the phone

Dislikes: hepatitis

Birthplace: "the country"

Last Book Read: “Last?”

Quote: "Live LPs are a copout!"

JOHN

Astrological Sign: Leo

Birthday: Aug: 19, 1951

Influences: Yes; The World, "60 cycles" (?)

Ambition: death to all writers

Education: Chelsea College of Electronics

Previous Occupation: stand-in

Likes: “shiny rubber vests, rope, elastic, raincoats’’

Dislikes: the press

Birthplace: Leicester

Last Book Read: "?"

Quote: “I wish that writers would stop making up quotes and attributing them to me!”

PSYCHIC SUBURBANITES 

The vaned-out but still ambulatory Linney family of Hove, U.K., wrote a letter to Queen in 1974 that said the band would become “more famous than the Beatles.” “Previously,” added Brian, “they had only listened to classical music.” To show their gratitude, the guys treated the whole family to a Dirty Picnic.

TWO REASONS WHY JOHN DEACON DOESN’T LIKE THE PRESS

1. “The bass line on ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ is lifted straight out of Chic’s ‘Good Times’ as if the Sugarhill Gang never even existed!”-CREEM’80 

2. “‘We Will Rock You’ is a near-clone of Gary Glitter’s ‘Rock And Roll, Pt. 2,’ particularly the bass line.”—NME ’78.

BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG SHITTY 

Queen’s light show is a favorite of many fans particularly when it outshines the band itself in concert. Included among the visuals: flashpots, strobes, lasers, smoke-bombs, Masonite reflectors, sub alert system, airport landing lights, industrial-strength anti-bug torches, a group of Japanese tourists with flashcubes, a roadie waving a Space Giants penlight and 247 synchronized night-beepers.

THE VACUUM EFFECT 

“When a top-flight, proven rock attraction withdraws into a period of inactivity,” states the NME Encyclopedia of Rock, “the void thus created will be filled by substitute, usually lesser-talented acts.” Okay, now guess which group made it big in ’73-’74, when Led Zep and David Bowie were too caned-out to record or tour?

HOW FREDDIE LOST HIS PANTS 

“We’d had a hectic day at Top Of The Pops and our promo man, Eric Hall, invited us out for a meal. Unfortunately, the others in the band couldn’t come, they had to go back to the studio [and do the real work— R.J.]. Anyway, I had rather a lot to drink and I seem to remember at some point in the evening that someone removed my shoes and socks and hung them over a lampshade. Then I said something along the lines of ‘well, if you’re going to take everything off, I shall remove my trousers,’ which I did. Then the manager approached and I thought he was going to throw me out, but instead he said ‘I hear you’ve got a gold disc.’ Then he presented me with a bottle of champagne.” But Freddie dear, who popped the cork?

MADAME ARNIE PREDICTS 

Cosmic spit from The Sage: “Driven by Brian May’s ukelele fixation, the band’s next LP will be entitled Queen Goes Hawaiian, featuring water chestnuts like ‘Tiny Bubbles,’ ‘Honolulu Lulu,’ ‘Hawaii Five-O Theme,' an operatic (ala ‘Boho Rhapsody’) treatment of ‘Dead Man’s Curve,’ ‘Another One Bites The Poi" and their rockabilly version of ‘Blue Hawaii’.”

ROGER TAYLOR VS. THE RUNAWAYS

CREEM Rock 'N' Roll News (June ’76): Queen’s Roger Taylor had some trouble getting into a Runaways (Kim Fowley’s new all-girl teenaged rock ’em-sock ’em act) concert at Esperanza High School in California’s conservative Orange County. When Roger and a friend arrived at the school auditiorium, it seems they were refused admittance by the teachers and the principal. “You have to let Roger in,” pleaded his friend to the principal. “He’s in Queen.” Replied the school official, “I don’t care if he’s in King. You have to leave or I’ll call the police.” And they left. Wonder what the principal did when he saw the Runaways’ show, which has been described as akin to the Stooges on a good night?

NO BALLS, TWO STRIKES 

Chicago White Sox organist Nancy has been trying to get the fans to sing along with “We Will Rock You” during Sox rallies for three years now. That is, until mid-season ’80, when she forgot the chords due to lack of use.

I FEEL PRETTY

Some Of Freddie’s Fashion Secrets: 

* Revlon “Touch ’n’ Glow” (color: toasted beige)

* Miners’ black nail polish (one coat) with rhinestones. If no rhinestones are available, substitute sparkle-covered fetuses of Rice Krispies.

* Pink Biba jammies.

* Blouses by Zandra Rhodes.

* Undies by Goodyear.

STOP CRYIN' BRIAN 

Quips From The Ever-Colorful Mr. May:

* “I don’t have the urge to do anything. ”

* “I like at least three showers a day. ”

* “I’m a very pig-headed person. ”

* “I have to steer clear of hamburgers.”

* “I don’t look yellowish to you, do I?”

* “My current girlfriend couldn’t stand me at all originally.”

* “Genotype Cointoss? What does that mean?”

Retrieved from The Creem Archive

#article #creem #queen band #freddie mercury #brian may #roger taylor #john deacon #1981

[mitchipedia]

John Gruber said this about the man in 2011: "My first thought when I heard about him was that he must be either an idiot or an asshole. But now I think not. I think maybe he’s a lucky man — someone who found the perfect food to suit his taste, an obsessive who never tires of it, and it happens to be cheap and readily available almost everywhere in the world." I think about Gruber's comment now and then.

#Don Gorski #Big Mac #hamburgers #food #John Gruber #Daring Fireball

[moonwatchuniverse]

Remembering NASA astronaut Eugene Cernan 2017, January 16 US Navy Captain, Naval aviator, Omega ambassador, Officer & Gentleman Gene Cernan, who as the commander of the final Apollo  lunar landing mission in 1972 became known as the "last man on the  moon," passed away on Monday January 16, 2017. Aged 82, he flew three spaceflight missions and already on his first mission 1966 Gemini IX, conducted a spacewalk. The NASA-issued n° 28 Omega Speedmaster he wore on that mission became his lucky charm. During Apollo 10 and Apollo 17 Cernan wore it on his inner lefthand wrist underneath the spacesuit, as another NASA-issued n° 67 Omega Speedmaster 105.012-66 on a long black velcro was strapped over the left forearm of his Apollo 17 A7LB space suit. In 2019, in another marketing coup, Omega made a tomographic scan of the 321 movement of Cernan's NASA n° 28 Speedmaster in order to base their new "321" movement Speedmaster on that of the " Last Man on the Moon ". The NASA-issued Speedmaster n° 28 is currently on display in the Omega museum in Bienne - Switzerland. (Photos: NASA/US Navy/MoonwatchUniverse)

#Apollo #Astronaut #Aviator #NASA #US Navy #321 #chronograph #Moon #Moonwatch #MoonwatchUniverse #Omega #Speedmaster #spaceflight #Ad Astra #Swiss-made #Lune #Luna #Mond #Maan #montres #uhren #wrist watch #test pilot #pilot watch

[rjdavies]

Chinese New Year Animal - The Pig

Year of the Pig … is this your animal? The Pig is a Water branch, and is yin.

Years: 1923, 1935, 1947, 1959, 1971, 1983, 1995, 2007, 2019, 2031, 2043

Chinese: 猪年 (Zhū nián ‘Pig year’)

Year/Date/Element:

2043 - Feb. 10, 2043 - Jan. 29, 2043 - Water Pig

2031 - Jan. 22, 2031 - Feb. 10, 2032 - Metal (Gold) Pig

2019 - Feb. 4, 2019 - Jan. 24, 2020 - Earth Pig

2007 - Feb. 17, 2007 - Feb. 6, 2008 - Fire Pig

1995 - Jan. 30, 1995 - Feb. 18, 1996 - Wood Pig

1983 - Feb. 13, 1983 - Feb. 1, 1984 - Water Pig

1971 - Jan. 27, 1971 - Feb. 14, 1972 - Metal (Gold) Pig

1959 - Feb. 8, 1959 - Jan. 27, 1960 - Earth Pig

1947 - Jan. 22, 1947 - Feb. 9, 1948 - Fire Pig

1935 - Feb. 4, 1935 - Jan. 23, 1936 - Wood Pig

Personality:

Pigs are diligent, compassionate, and generous. They have great concentration: once they set a goal, they will devote all their energy to achieving it. Though Pigs rarely seek help from others, they will not refuse to give others a hand. Pigs never suspect trickery, so they are easily fooled. Generally speaking, Pigs are relatively calm when facing trouble. No matter how difficult the problems are Pigs encounter, they can handle things properly and carefully. They have a great sense of responsibility to finish what they are engaged in. Pigs might not stand out in a crowd. But they are very realistic. Others may be all talk and no action. Pigs are the opposite. They are energetic and are always enthusiastic, even for boring jobs. 

Personality in relation to their element:

Wood Pig: Good-natured, lovely, easy-going, generous, brave, irritable

Fire Pig: Ambitious, persevering

Earth Pig: Communicative, popular among friends, strong sense of timekeeping

Metal (Gold) Pig: Broad-minded, amicable, willing to help others

Water Pig: Gentle, modest, earnest, responsible, subjective in life

Compatible Zodiac Signs with a Pig:

Goat, Tiger, Rabbit

Least Compatible Zodiac Signs with a Pig:

Snake

Lucky things for Pigs:

Lucky numbers: 2, 5, 8, and numbers containing them (like 25 and 58)

Lucky colors: yellow, gray, brown, gold      

Lucky flowers: hydrangea and daisy    

Lucky direction: east and southwest    

Unlucky things for Pigs:

Unlucky colors: red, blue, green  

Unlucky numbers: 1, 7, and numbers containing them (like 17 and 71)  

Unlucky direction: southeast  

Unlucky months: the 4th, 9th, and 12th Chinese lunar months

Best Careers for Pigs:

Careers related to education, transport, art, music, beauty, fashion, and catering are best suited to Pigs

Health for Pigs:

Pigs mostly have a great build and a resilient body. They are always spirited, as if they will never run out of energy. Their natural health is something Pigs are proud of. But sometimes they can be overconfident and overlook some minor symptoms. If neglected for too long, even the smallest things can become grave. In addition, Pigs lead very busy lives. Even if they don’t feel tired, they should still remember to take breaks. Seasonal changes have an effect on Pigs’ health too. They may be at risk for respiratory diseases. Unhealthy diets can lead to diabetes, high cholesterol and heart problems too. Pigs are never one to give in to difficulties. This is a positive trait in the workplace, but might not be here. For good health, Pigs must learn to take small illnesses seriously and get regular checkups.

Famous Pig People:

Lucille Ball: born on August 6, 1911, Metal (Gold) Pig

Arnold Schwarzenegger: born on October 26, 1947, Fire Pig

Stephen King: born on September 21, 1947, Fire Pig

Winona Ryder: born on October 29, 1971, Metal (Gold) Pig

Christina Applegate: born on November 25, 1971, Metal (Gold) Pig

Found all this info on  Chinese Zodiac: 12 Animal Signs, Compatibility, Horoscopes (chinesenewyear.net)

Xīn nián kuài lè

R. J. Davies

A Riveting Jacked-In Dreamy Mind-Bender

RJ Davies - Science Fiction Author, Maddox Files, Novels

#R. J. Davies Author #R. J. Davies #Rhonda Davies #Rhonda Davies Author #Rhonda Joan Davies #mystery author #science fiction author #author of Maddox Files #chinese zodiac the Pig #The Pig #Xīn nián kuài lè

[abbaroseville]

The Best Family Day Care in Chatswood

When it comes to child care, the best way to go is to hire a competent educator to take care of your kids. If you are lucky enough to live in Chatswood or the surrounding area, there are two quality providers to choose from. They offer the same high standard of care and a plethora of perks to boot.

The most important thing to remember about family day care is that it is about individual children. This means that educators have the opportunity to give each child the personal attention they deserve. On top of that, the cost of the service is on the low side for a city like Sydney. Regardless of the location you reside in, a quality family day care Chatswood service will provide you with the best suited environment to nurture your children's development.

In a nutshell, family day care is about a lot of play, and a small number of young people, all under one roof. With a dedicated educator, your kids will learn about the world around them in a fun and engaging way. To further enhance this experience, the centre offers a variety of educational activities including music, dance and art. A quality family day care provider will also teach your kids to read, write and do math in a fun and engaging way. You will even be able to learn something new from your kids.

There are many ways to find the best child care centre for your unique needs. Using a free childcare concierge is a great way to ensure that you are on the right track. Using an online tool, you can compare hundreds of different centres and providers. Additionally, you can download a free app that will help you navigate through the city. And, for the parents who prefer to stick to the traditional method, you can always call up your favorite centre and ask for a free quote.

As far as the best and most affordable options for child care in Chatswood, the competition is tough. However, it's worth the effort to learn more about your options. For starters, there's the 'Hee Mang Family Day Care Scheme' and the 'Artarmon Family Day Care Scheme - Servicing'. Both have received the thumbs up from the national quality standard and are ready to meet your child care needs. Whether you are looking for short or long term care, you will find it at these centres. Moreover, the 'Hee Mang' was named the 'best of the best' in the state of New South Wales, and has received the 'Melbourne best' status from the aforementioned organisation.

Lastly, the 'Melbourne' best has a notably smaller pool of applicants than the aforementioned contenders. So, if you are after quality care in the suburbs of Melbur and Mosman, you may be better off searching elsewhere. However, if you're in the market for a centre near your workplace or your home, you'll definitely want to give them a call.

Abbaroseville have been in the business of children for over 48 years. Family operated & owned and first established at our Crows Nest Centre in 1972 we have had the pleasure of teaching & educating children throughout their many milestones and have loved every moment of it, we really would not have it any-other way.

#daycare chatswood #family day care chatswood #preschool chatswood nsw #childcare roseville #roseville kindergarten #daycare in roseville #daycare roseville #roseville preschool kindergarten

[magicallong]

Ringo starr grammy awards

#RINGO STARR GRAMMY AWARDS TV#

Ringo Starr earned with The Beatles more than $2.5 million from their first two albums only and around $5 million for the “Let It Be” album.

#RINGO STARR GRAMMY AWARDS TV#

He made his hundreds of millions fortune from the great album he release, sell and tour for alone or with The Beatles, and from the TV work, he does. Net Worth & Salary of Ringo Starr in 2022Īs of September 2022, the estimated net worth of the drummer, songwriter, singer, and actor Ringo Starr is $400 million. He has won a total of 9 Grammy Awards and was nominated for 27. Ringo Starr won the Oscars for Best Music, Original Song Score along with The Beatles for the “Let It Be” album. Grammy: Best Contemporary Vocal Performance by a Duo, Group or Chorus. It’s not easy to mention such a great talent total awards. Ringo Starr on IMDb: Awards, nominations, and wins. The talented musician Ringo Starr has been in the industry for decades. Ringo Starr’s latest studio album is titled “Give More Love.” Awards & Achievements Their final studio album “Let It Be” was released in 1970, it peaked at one on many charts in several countries.įor his solo career, Ringo Starr released his first studio album in 1970 titled “Sentimental Journey,” followed by “Beaucoups of Blues” in the same year. The band’s debut United States album is titled “Introducing… The Beatles”. The band’s debut studio album “Please Please Me” was released in 1963, and it debuted at one on the United Kingdom albums chart, next to other ranks in other countries. At the start, the fans didn’t accept Ringo, but they later loved him. Ringo and Maureen gave birth to 1 daughter and two sons, Lee Starkey, Jason Starkey, and drummer Zak Starkey. Maureen Starkey Tigrett died in 1994 because of leukemia. They got married in 1965, divorced in 1975. Ringo Starr’s mother later married a man named Harry Graves, who Ringo says that he was a good man and that he helped him a bit.įor his marriage, Ringo Starr was first married to the hairdresser Maureen Starkey Tigrett. He had several health problems that caused him to stay at hospitals for long periods without education, and he had to go to a medical facility that is designed for long term illness where he joined their band and developed all of the interest he has about drumming. Ringo Starr was mostly grown and raised by his mother. His father lost interest in the family and decided to leave and to divorce Ringo Starr’s mother. As for Grammy, Ringo has won eight awards as a member of The Beatles and an additional Grammy for the 1972 Album of the Year-winning charitable efforts, 'The Concert for Bangla Desh'. His father, Richard Starkey, died in 198, and his mother Elsie Starkey died in 1987. Swift went home empty-handed last night, with Daft Punk, Lorde, Macklemore & Ryan Lewis and Pharrell Williams winning big instead.īeatles superstars Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr performed McCartney's song 'Queenie Eye' to a rapturous crowd, including Yoko Ono at the Staples Centre in Los Angeles.ĭaft Punk were the big prize-winners, taking home album of the year for 'Random Access Memories' and their collaboration with Pharrell Williams and Nile Rodgers, 'Get Lucky', scored the gongs for record of the year and best pop duo/group performance.Ringo Starr was born as Richard Starkey in the Dingle area in Liverpool, England, on July 7, 1940. The country pop singer was also caught on camera looking gobsmacked after thinking she was going to win for album of the year, which went instead to Daft Punk for 'Random Access Memories'. Meanwhile, Swift got the Twittersphere talking after head-banging at the piano during her performance of slushy love ballad 'All Too Well'. In another unusual but less smouldering Grammys performance, 33 couples, some of whom were same-sex partners, got hitched to Macklemore and Ryan Lewis' 'Same Love' in a ceremony officiated by Queen Latifah.ĭressed in a white suit and cowboy hat, Madonna joined the rap duo and Latifah on stage for the performance of the song, which addresses gay and lesbian rights. It was another bizarre night at the Grammys, from Taylor Swift head-banging at the piano, to a mass wedding officiated by Queen Latifah, and, as ever, a lot of Beyonce's derriere.īeyonce and husband Jay Z opened the 56th annual Grammy Awards in Los Angeles with a raunchy performance of the singer's new song 'Drunk in Love'.

#Ringo starr grammy awards

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When Pink was studying journalism at Cambridgeshire College of Arts and Technology, he along with three of his only friends from university decided to come together to form a band; 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃.

With Pink as the frontman and lead singer for the group, he was typically the main source of 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 due to his excellent writing skills and unique musical stylings. He cited artists such as The Beatles, The Doors, Jimmy Hendrix, the Sex Pistols, and Joy Division as some of the bands that influenced the way he wrote lyrics and composed music on both his guitar and piano. He was also known for having a vast interest in both classic and contemporary literature. Because of this, famous authors such as Shakespeare, Wilde, Hemingway, Yeats, Kerouac, and various children’s fairy tales inspired a lot of the early oddball music that Pink and his band chose to produce during the group's formative years together.

They played local gigs around university and local pubs from Cambridge to London for a long while before landing their first legitimate opportunity to record a couple of singles at a local studio and music shop in Huntingdon. Like Pink, his bandmates found themselves attracted to the music stylings falling under the umbrella-genre of 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 and punk. Eventually, Pink and his friends began to experiment with music and lyrics that were closely associated with the same subject matter and sound as some of the other more famous rock-punk-pop bands that were also just starting to rise to fame during that era.

After about two years of playing music somewhat professionally, Pink dropped out of college to continue pursuing a career in music and focus on what he could do to hopefully secure a record deal with any of the agencies scattered around London. The rest of his bandmates followed suit and dropped out of college shortly after Pink with the same idea in mind of hopefully 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘.

By 1968, Pink and his band were finally been offered a deal by a 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 located smack dab in the middle of London. The company was called Get-In Entertainment and, at the time, they were mostly known for cheap contracts and one-hit-wonders. 

Pink’s band only had enough money to record three songs together at the time but by ‘71, they had their first hit single “𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍” at No. 1 in the UK as the first new wave chart-topper in Britain. After a lucky turn of events, Pink and his band were picked up by Harvest Records and were set to record their first real debut album with the hopes of a local tour of Ireland, Scotland, and the rest of Great Britain within the next two years or so.

Despite Pink and his band’s later work, “Ode to the Red Queen” would go on as being their biggest selling hit throughout the rest of the band’s career as well as the kickstarter of their career in the music industry. In 1972, Pink and his band released their official debut album entitled “𝐆𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒”. The album’s headlining song once again made it to the top of the charts in the UK that year and with such success along came the announcement from Harvest that Pink and his band would go on their first tour at the beginning of the fall.

It was around this time that Pink had been introduced to the woman that would become his wife via a friend of one of his bandmates. This happened at a nightclub they were performing at in August of ‘72, shortly before their first UK tour. After dating for almost two years while in the midst of the band's second tour of the UK for their album 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 (1974), Pink and his wife were married in a courthouse wedding at the registry office of Hertfordshire.

#can you spot the parts #where i basically cherry picked what pieces #of PF canon/lore would inspire #pink's story lol #' just gonna change this word here #add an extra phrase there ' #headcanons. | when I was a child I had a fever △🏳️‍🌈

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HPHM OC Profile ✧

Achilles Shepherd

" He's been like a ghost hovering the Slytherin common room for the past five years and now he's marching the school like he bloody owns it. "

Full Name: Achilles Tremont Shepherd

Nicknames: Archie, Chill, Lee.

Gender: Male.

Birthday: 12th of December, 1972.

Born: Manchester, England.

Parents: Finch Shepherd - English, Ravenclaw, Muggleborn; Sunny Tremont Shepherd - English, Hufflepuff, Muggleborn.

Siblings: None, one of this guy is worth three.

Ethnicity: English (with possible Scandinavian and Jewish roots).

Blood status: Halfblood.

MBTI: ISFJ-A

Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

Appearance

Eyes: Deep dark brown, often appears black, long eyelashes turned downwards, often dark circles from sleepless nights.

Hair: Black and thick, he grew it throughout his years in Hogwarts and keeps on growing it.

Height: He's tall for boys his age, at 1,86m (6'1"ft), he has a burst of growth in his fourth year.

• He was always a very slim child since he grew up with scarce resources, but even after he began his years in Hogwarts, he didn't develop much of an appetite. His hunger only begins in his late 14s when puberty hits. It's in the summer between 5th and 6th year that he builds up and gets strong - not big specifically, but well defined.

• He's very careful and methodical about his hygiene and appearance, the reason why his hair looks so healthy and his nails are always cut and clean. He had some acne after his appetite came back so Cure for Boils potion was always at hand.

• He's pretty hairy and considering how pale he is and how dark his hair is, it's very visible. But for his disappointment, his chest hair is pretty scarce and not as masculine as he wishes it looked.

Magical Aspects

Wand: Fir wood with dragon heartstring core, 12", stiff flexibility.

Patronus: Arctic Fox. A small fox native to the Arctic regions of the Northern Hemisphere and common throughout the Arctic tundra biome. It is well adapted to living in cold environments, and is best known for its thick, warm fur that is also used as camouflage. It has a large and very fluffy tail. In the wild, most individuals do not live past their first year but some exceptional ones survive up to 11 years. The Arctic fox lives in some of the most frigid extremes on the planet, but they do not start to shiver until the temperature drops to −70 °C (−94 °F).

Often called ‘the survivor’s wand’, often owned by wizards who subsequently passed through mortal peril unscathed. There is no doubt that this wood, coming as it does from the most resilient of trees, produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owners, and that they are poor tools in the hands of the changeable and indecisive. Particularly suited to Transfiguration, and favor owners of focused, strong-minded and, occasionally, intimidating demeanor.

Abilities: He's very skilled in legilimency despite not being born one, working his way around occlumency since he's always wearing his feelings on his sleeve. And he doesn't have the power of sight, but is quite good at dream interpretation, tessomancy (reading tea leaves), and palmistry.

Boggart:

The night his parents were killed which he doesn't remember much but flashes of light, screams, a little blood, and the cold body of his mother.

When his mind moves beyond their death, yet never completed over it, it's Indigo's death he fears the most.

He's not very good at Ridikulus them and a professor always has to step in.

Amortentia: Dried apricots, currant juice, the general smell of the woods - since he grew up near one - especially fragrant trees, coconut shampoo - from Indigo's hair -, and broomstick finishing polish.

Miscellaneous

Pets: An elegant Barn owl, Lucrecia.

Things he always carries with him: His wand, gold ol' muggle chewing gum, a thermo mug with tea - most time black, blueberry or grey -, a little journal, and an old photograph of his parents when they were in Hogwarts.

Lucky Amulets: His parents wedding rings which he wears on a necklace at all times, a Remembrall that used to belong to his mother, and a tie Indigo burned by dipping into a potion by mistake - he said he'd throw away for her, keeping it to himself instead.

Best Friends

Achilles is very much like Talbott in the friendship aspect. But not only his own personality goes into play, as he's not a very appealing looking for the beginning of his Hogwarts years and is not a pureblood in a house full of Death Eaters children - he sometimes lies saying he's a muggleborn just to spite people.

Being orphaned pretty young, he grew up in an wirzading orphanage alongside Orion. They used to share rooms and be friends in there, though Achilles was always quieter and angrier than Orion. Orion naturally left first for Hogwarts and Achilles, still imature, felt abandoned by him, so when they meet up again in school Achilles gives him the cold shoulder for many years up until he joins Slytherin's Quidditch team.

Orion is still someone he cherishes and envies for his light aura and ease with which he forgives.

He befriends a Slytherin boy named Matthew Goldpayne in his second year, but for both is more a matter of convenience than anything, to be left alone and have a partner in school work.

In his later years he sort of befriends Ismelda but for the most part is one sided since she's always suspicious of him. They get into better terms after their first season together in Quidditch.

His first few years in Hogwarts are not very magical.

Academics

Favorite Classes:

Flying

DADA

Divination

Potions

Least Favorite:

Charms

Herbology

Favorite Professor: Madam Hooch and Rakepick. Women of confidence and attitude, also teachers of his favorite classes.

Least Favorite: Quirinus Quirrell. Takes one to know one...

Quidditch: It takes him a long time until he gains interest in the game, he doesn't like crowds so he rarely attends the games nor doesn't know the game. But when Slytherin's seeker leaves the team, Madam Hooch, having seen his flying abilities, recommends him for the team. He doesn't actually want to join it at first, but after interacting with the team, decides to hop in. He becomes so passionate, he sometimes wonders if she shouldn't follow a Quidditch career. He would be the school's best seeker if it wasn't for Charlie.

Favorite Team: He enjoys playing more than watching.

Another Slytherin OC, I'm dissapointed in me but he came into my head unannounced, breaking things and calling me names, and boom, Achilles was born. He gonna bring some spice to my HC, you don't understand.

#hogwarts mystery #oc profile #hphm oc #hphm #achilles shepherd #slytherin

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Dope, Dogs & Greasers

Robert Downey, Jr., delivered his first spoken line in a feature-length motion picture at the age of five. He played a puppy in Pound, written and directed by Robert Downey, Sr.

Born Robert Elias in 1935, Downey Sr. was fifteen when he dropped out of the ninth grade and used his stepfather’s surname to enlist in the army. During his time in uniform he reputedly managed to get himself thrown in the brig three times. Once was when he was stationed in Alaska, when he and a buddy, drunk at their radar scopes, faked a Soviet missile attack. By 1960 Downey was in Greenwich Village writing Off-Off Broadway plays. When he read a Village Voice column in which Jonas Mekas declared that anybody could be a filmmaker, he rented a camera and started making low-budget underground films. He hung out with Mekas and other filmmakers at the Charles Theater on Avenue B, where one night a week anyone could screen their work.

From the start he combined avant-garde technique and do-it-yourself impudence with a wacky sense of humor. In the 1964 Babo 73 he cast Taylor Mead as an addled President of the United States, with scenes shot guerrilla-style during a tour of the White House. The 1966 Chafed Elbows combines film and still photos in a way loopily reminiscent of La Jetee to tell the ludicrous tale of Walter Dinsmore, a young man who wanders aimlessly from the New School to the Hotel Dixie, a Times Square flophouse, like a Candide adrift in the Pop Art world. In one scene, a man on the street paints him with the initials AW, declares him a work of art, and escorts him at gunpoint to the Washington Square Gallery, where “you’ll be sold right away, because you’re very pretentious.” In another he records a gibberish pop song, “Hey Hey Hey,” flip side to “Yeah Yeah Yeah.” Tom O'Horgan, soon to be famous (or infamous) for Hair, did the music.

Downey fired Putney Swope, his first sort-of-commercial release, straight into the seething cauldron of American race relations in 1969. It’s a sometimes scathing, often just wacky satire in which Swope, the token black man at a failing Madison Avenue ad agency, is suddenly elected chairman. He fires the honkies and renames the firm Truth and Soul, Inc. Charmed and cowed, white clients literally throw bags of money at his Panther-style staff, who crank out ridiculous commercials for Ethereal Cereal, Face Off zit cream (“My man is out of sight, and so are his pimples”), Lucky Air Lines (male passengers get lucky with the stewardesses), and the Borman Six car. There’s a subplot involving the President of the United States, played by the dwarf Pepi Hermine, who played a similar role in an even stranger film released about the same time, Werner Herzog’s Even Dwarfs Started Small. Arnold Johnson, who would later play Hutch on Sanford and Son, plays Swope, but Downey dubbed all his lines in post-production using a gravelly pseudo-black voice; he claimed that Johnson had flubbed too many of them during filming. Mel Brooks and Allan Arbus have tiny roles as Mr. Forget It and Mr. Bad News.

Downey followed Swope with Pound, adapted from a play of his that he later said was “done Off-off-off-off Broadway at a movie house at midnight.” It’s about a bunch of stray dogs waiting to be adopted or put down, played by great character actors like Stanley Gottlieb, Don Calfa, Antonio Fargas and Charles Dierkop. A reporter for the magazine Show who spent time on the set during the filming noted a lot of pot smoking; Downey Jr., who was born in 1965 and grew up in the Village, has said that his problems with drugs go back to his childhood, when his father gave him his first puff on a joint. Junior’s first recorded line of dialogue, addressed to Lawrence Wolf, the bald actor playing a Mexican Hairless, is the immortal, “Have any hair on your balls?”

Pound was rated X for its foul language, and the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops denounced its “gross crudities played simply for irreverent and tasteless humor in a style that is more asinine than canine.” It premiered in New York City on a double bill with Fellini’s Satyricon and then vanished.

Downey followed it with the film that may be his magnum opus, the psychedelically weird Greaser’s Palace (1972). Allan Arbus plays a zoot-suited Jesus figure who drops into a Surrealist Wild West. Other characters include the eponymous Seaweedhead Greaser, his son Lamey Homo, the bearded prairie drag queen Spitunia, and a villain with possibly the most preposterous name in the history of filmmaking, Bingo Gas Station Motel Cheeseburger With A Side Of Airplane Noise And You’ll Be Gary Indiana. Reviewing it in the New York Times, Vincent Canby, who’d been a fan of Swope, panned Greaser’s Palace as “a big-budget mistake” (it cost around a million dollars) and unfavorably compared it to Alejandro Jodorowsky’s El Topo, another psychedelic Western that had preceded it by a few years, which most critics also didn’t get or like.

Meanwhile Downey was directing plays for Joe Papp’s Public Theater; when he directed David Rabe’s antiwar play Sticks and Bones for a planned CBS broadcast, the sponsors backed out at the last minute. Since then Downey has gone on to a fitful, iconoclastic Hollywood career that has included goofball stoner comedies like Rented Lips and the more seriously offbeat Hugo Pool. In recent years Mekas’ Anthology Film Archives has worked with Martin Scorsese’s Film Foundation to restore, screen and archive some of Downey’s earliest underground films, which hadn’t been seen for decades.

by John Strausbaugh