45 bleedin’ years old today, this

Barely flinch anymore

Lads

Sunday Best

Dignity intact between tortillas and dreams

Heroin Chic 1987 Baltimore

1990 Full Manchester Mode Holding court with the creatures

Saturday

Sunshine Dub

Love? What is It? Most natural painkiller what there is. LOVE -William S Burroughs, near death

Slice Of Life

The walls have been watching us for far longer than we have walked

Let’s try this again—with the photo Westchester Square Emo Phase

Westchester Square Emo Phase

Melting Pot

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same -Emily Brontë

His only friend, The End

Sundays With Mingus

Those were the days

You know you are Irish when you can’t think about Bobby Sands for more than 30 seconds without getting weepy

Our revenge will be the laughter of our children -Óglach Bobby Sands

Dreams

Waiting Game Fordham Road

The country is literally being ran by podcasters

Guess I’ll Be Your Mirror 🤷

The first album a pure classic. Then it went downhill slowly—-then rapidly

I mean, it’s a big part of it but not ALL of it

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

Such a remarkable album after such a lengthy pause

1974 Baltimore Bethlehem Steel in the background at Sparrows Point Cold War bleakness at its finest

1974! Me about to take the stage with Marc Bolan on the OGWT

Lloyd, mate—I’m too old too be heartbroken sure thanks—-but I’d take another love affair fer sure, lad

Sunday Evening Coming Down

Third Avenue Bronx

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Beginning To See The Light

Fight for decency Take direct action against hate

Unbridled hate has consequences

Everyone needs a bright light in their lives

Perdido En El Siglo

RIP scrawled like a prayer like a scream like if you write it big enough loud enough maybe god’ll hear it maybe he wont….

Life During Wartime

Hello, Doc

Facebook is —-really something

This still exists? Why?

Tough to find real friends these days

Transit Strike 1980 | Tony Mangia

Think piece on the decline of US culture corresponding with the demise of Jello

…llevan secretos que sólo el viento entiende

Shot from my bedroom window, a nasty little storm passing through