Discussion in 'Streetwear and Denim' started by Spirit of 69, Nov 19, 2008.
Twilight Zone stuff, Colin!
Woulda made a sound Richard Allen novel... Joe Hawkins and his satanic band of bovver boys raise Cthulu from the depths of hell...
I hadn't seen this before (more music-orintated, than clothing) but reckon it's worth a look:
Apologies if a re-post.
International Times (IT) 1969
If your eyes are anything like mine (may God help you ) you'll need to use the 'zoom' on your pc/mac
Nice links Ed.
I thought I would change the direction a bit-instead of talking about bleeding Buses... No Offence Fellas!!!!
No you are ok on this one Ed.Always thought the "Skinhead Reggae" was the end of the line.Organ driven Instrumentals used to get me going more frequently to the Bar(thats my excuse)..
Social Workers-don`t you just love them
They had no idea...
I needed some light relief after the ouija-board/seance incident.
My mates - I had a bird that night - did one.
One of the fellas ended up with severe leg burns from a gas fire, in the room where they'd held it, after falling asleep, there.
The fire wasn't connected and hadn't worked for years.
They never did another.
Im from Bristol, had a mate back in the 80's who worked in the muller rd depot, its the longest road in the city without a boozer on it
When you dabble,you just do not know what you are getting into.Just a laugh they say......
Good pics, BTW, Billy - into DIY were you?
Any more tucked away, preferably w/out the watermark?
I'm glad I wasn't there... or I'd be in some 'bin' now.
Ha ha. Load of ol' toss the occult. Goth shite
Skinhead music in the 60's was referred to as 'devil music' by the old fuddy duddy's (apparently?) . Just like rock n roll in the mid 50's
Just play them high notes on your piano. that keeps the demons' at bay.
That's not a road it's a desert.
I was out on the lash one night with a mate - skinny Den (RIP) - and we got into a ruck with some 'paddies'.
As a result me and him, versus four, big, Irish fellas... I was launched through the fruit & veg shop window.
Now, I was 'tired and emotional' and, upon waking up - thank fuq I was wearing a long, leather coat - circa 1972 - I was only concussed and had a few stitches in the head... I survived without body lacerations.
But, I was taken to the Manchester Royal Infirmary (MRI), where I experienced some of the craziest 'hallucinations' you wouldn't want to have had.
I was put in a side ward, having been unconscious for a while - remember, this was 40 years ago - I 'awoke' to find a nun, looking on me and telling me I'd be fine... I just about shat masel'!
As a Scottish 'Prod', nuns were like garlic to a vampire and I went 'radio-rental'... and legged it... tubes and all.
In later years, I checked if the MRI, had been an 'alms-house' or whether the land had been home to a convent or some such place.... it hadn't.
But, I did meet a locum, doctor, who reckoned that staff had encountered people, wearing 'obscure clothes' appearing in corridors that were, essentially, 'cul-de-sacs' who had just 'vanished'.
To this day, all those years ago, I know what I saw and, honest, I'm no more of a nutter, than you lot. (Draw your own conclusions on the last bit.)
Wow, never would have guessed this thread to go where it has!
Did Any of you see or hear about sabbath when they were still called Earth in '69?
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