Posts tagged 1970s
the faux bohemian
Going to start a series called: Awesome vintage pictures from public radio stations. This is MPR host Michael Barone, in the late 1970s.
(via MPR’s Michael Barone talks pipe organs and Pipe Dreams | Minnesota Public Radio News)
Ben, I found your 1970s protohipster soulmate.
National Museum of American History, 1976.
YOU USED TO BE COOL.
This is pretty great, but I think Bert needs to talk to Dr. Tobias Funke over there about the man inside of him.
Sassy Spidey, you give me teh lulz.
There were some serious discussions about this at the museum today. Discussions about the unfortunate absence of nipples on this mannequin. We’re here to represent history ACCURATELY, DAMN IT!
Farrah Fawcett’s famous red bathing suit was donated today to the Smithsonian.
Here is her lover, Ryan O’Neal, posing with it.
Consider this your brain break from Egypt.
Photo by Kris Connor (Getty Images)
New England Magazine (Boston Sunday Globe Supplement), February 1, 1976
Found this at work today. Hint hint, Lynne. Just kidding - she got me this for Christmas. Whiskey nirvana.
Justin, I didn’t see this on your Christmas list, but I bought it for you anyway. I think Ben’s dad sells it.
My man love it - So will you
Soul Brother Cologne
Recommended Fall film: Being There.
One of my fave characters ever: Chauncey Gardner
Man! Ain’t nobody gonna believe this!
529 Plays
Thrift store vinyl score of the year: Emitt Rhodes’ self-titled 1970 album. My local Goodwill just rearranged their record section so that it’s all on top of a folding card table, and I’m kinda worried that they’re planning on doing away with it. In any case, I was flipping through on Monday and saw this album, thought to myself “Hey - that’s the guy who did a song that’s on the Royal Tennenbaums soundtrack. Meh - for a dollar it’s worth a try.”
Sooooo good. The first listen was a revelation. This sounds like a lost Beatles album. Or at least a lost album of Paul McCartney’s contributions to a Beatles album. The similarity is really striking in some songs, including this one. Overall though, it’s a really well-rounded pop album with some interesting instrumentation, mature vocals, and above-average lyrics. The listening experience was a lot like my revelatory first listen to the new New Pornographers album last month, where I thought every song was better than the last - it’s something I haven’t really felt about an album since… Fleet Foxes? Vampire Weekend? Sufjan?
Highly recommended - especially if you can find it for a dollar.
Housewives beware! Your love of televised sex will only lead to burned porkchops, french fry soup, and ketchup EVERYWHERE.
Mother Jones
1978 Vol. 3, No. 3
Springsteen.
As boingboing says: “If this video does not make you measurably happier than before you clicked ‘play,’ your heart is a cold, dead wasteland.”
Nancy
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