The only thing that can tear me away from making pancakes and listening to that new Danny Brown is a birthday tribute post to some Record Collection Gods of Apt. 680 (born in ’49, ’65, and ’42, respectively).
Photo that makes me giggle:
Lynott – N/A, because he looks fresh in every photo.
1- a present from Stax in ’71 for his success, it’s a metal/sex beast made by Lucifer’s minions in a GM plant for the purpose of getting nice, respectable young ladies like me out of their dresses.