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Ruphus -> RE: My photo of the week 36 (Apr. 16 2012 21:22:06)
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Made it, after third trial now to access the flickerthing.
Indeed, exactly like from the seventies ( damn, so that makes around fourty years now, gotta start looking for stylish coffin models). [8D]
I think it´s because of the colours of the film, and because of the comic style fonds on the tents roofs, in the left side of the picture. ( A fonds I always digged, and which - among other, invented styles, I would decorate my folders with in school, instead of following subjects.)
What a time! Led Zeppelin, Doors, Stones, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Triatma, Melanie, Pink Floyd, Nazareth, and what have you ... and even Beatles records still to be heard with independent connoisseurs.
Even the cheesy trash* of that time comparing like accomplished masterworks to todays over and over covered and sampled assembly plastic.
Omega and Zappa concerts with the calm crowds letting samos ´n stuff circle through the masses like Jesus´damper. Noone a stranger. And the girl´s airy smell and trust.
Those big parties with authencity and vibes ... And despite the sh!t out there whichs yearly bulk yet couldn´t fill three weeks news of todays, there was breakup mood and some alien sphere spinning called "hope".
What sadens me is the mere general thought of how definitly music wise no generation whether of past or future will have ( had) the thrill to live and see such an explosion of marvellous and perfect creation happening.
No second thelike occurance in space.
Exteristic intelligence might find humanity fascinating in manifold ways, admirable however not so much, with exceptions of Pink Floyds or Ilja Repins alikes, I guess.
What was I saying again: Yep, I like how the little girl, third in row from the left, cringes.
And, obviously providing no level or post straightening employed, the horizontal looks like amazingly accurately fetched.
Ruphus
* recalling ( though not for me ) well done cheese pop, I used to find the blond women of Abba extremely attractive.
And then one day met her in Brussels on the street. Totally unexpectedly she looked so enthusiastically at the late teenager me while passing each other; and yours truely gawked back at her like a paralyzed bulldog at a fence hopper. Ever so talented with ruining dream matter.
Many years later I heard she had retract blue and alone into a house in the Swedish forest. What an incomprehensible pity. Think she´s doing alright these days though. Why don´t we have a kissing smiley available? [:D]
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