Analogman

Interesting how that has disappeared from the American conscience.

Gods in Alabama - J. Jackson Shadow Divers - R. Kurson The Traveler - J. Twelve Hawks Rush Chemistry - J. Collins

I just don't he should be talked to that way - he's a straight up guy.

You need to learn to respect.

This must be the place Second place in the human race Down in the basement Now I know what he meant Secondary modern But there won't be a problem till the girls go home This is the hand that you never shook You never gave me the chance that I took Secondary modern But there won't be a problem till the girls go home Is it out of the question Between you and me Is it pleasure or business Or a packet of three? Nobody makes me sad like you Now my whole world goes from blue to blue Secondary modern But there won't be a problem till the girls go home...

Good for you! Tape is where it's at.

If I was you, I would dig around on Ebay. A new one will cost you several thousand dollars. http://www.soundonsound.com/sos/jul04/articles/qa0704-3.htm http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reel-to-reel_..._tape_recording Also - think about parts when you buy such a thing - as the bands and clutch will surely go or will already be busted. May be best to find something newer - if possible. I like old stuff - but one has to be prepared to work on such things.

She walks with a bell-clock round her neck So the hippies think she's in with time Time... Her hair glistens like robins on a deck Branches attack me from her neck She's so fine She's so very very fine The sun from a cloud sinks into her eyes The rain from a tree soaks into her mind Mind... Morning sign sounds just like a lark All these signs are always a start She's so fine She's so very very fine When I veer I get so near But so far far far away Listen to me today We united just beside a leaf The ground was hard underneath her her Ahhhahhh She's so fine Ahhhahhh

Escaping the Delta: Robert Johnson and the Invention of the Blues by Elijah Wald Hell Bent for Leather : Confessions of a Heavy Metal Addict by Seb Hunter Room Full of Mirrors : A Biography of Jimi Hendrix by Charles R. Cross

Maybe I will check it out then.

Spinal Tap

Where you there?

We got there somtime in the early afternoone.

Oh that's right. I was there Friday - I think it was. I always forget. Jeff came up the alley and stopped to talk to me.

What night was that? I think we were there at the same time.

http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/Attack...ow/IMG_5751.jpg the jumping guy!

Spinal Tap

Pennsylvania snow is pretty thick, Michigan ain't where I get my kicks. Texas is fine but it gets too hot, And New York City's not a place to stop. New Orleans is the home of the blues, But California's my home with Mary Hughes. Down in Mississippi I'm told is nice, And all the meals there, they come with rice. Oregon and Iowa are not for me, The Colorado mountains are something you must see. But back in California there's nothing to lose, 'Cos everything's swinging there with Mary Hughes

I think that is a mixture of makeup, light, and digital photography at work there - as it is in most of the photos posted in this thread that come from some sort of magazine.

She's on ER.

I once ended up with a nail in my hand in a treehouse war.

Well, once I was a stone, many years ago Into a pool was thrown, many years ago Time went by and the pool ran dry Excavated was I, and tempered and beat in the fiery heat By the hand of a man, whose name was Dan, Dan the blacksmith Well once I was a sword, many years ago And my blade was broad, many years ago Wore it with pride, and into battle I'd ride, on a warrior side And cut my tail, their was loss of my tail and soon did rust ,corrode to dust, oh my Well once I was a daisy, many years ago In pastures green and lazy, many years ago But I was et by a goat who fell in a moat And forgett

Forever known as the "ex-wife song" to me.

Clean as a whistle Smellin

I went out today And I was looking at the people on the street They weren't threatening to me And I was noticing how it was kinda sweet How I been changing a lot How I think maybe, if I could find a way To fall back in love with the world And end up forgiving us eventually Because I've never lived anywhere but in my head Think that my eyes might of hidden instead Ask me to forgive us for the things that we did And I do, and I did But the suns comes out and I hide From whatever it is that's been tearing me up inside But you weren't out today You're just lying there and