THE MONKEES ON KDWB-AM IN 1967

you can tell paul had it from the very beginning. he was on the ed sullivan show about to perform in front of millions of americans for the first time. the others still seemed reserved but paul mccartney came out fucking bouncing bobbing his jelly round head long anime girl legs giving disney knees before either of those concepts were a thing singing oh yeah i'll tell you something. and he did. without care. through grainy static filled screens he captured the souls of thousands of women so fast that 60 years later i am typing this on tumblr. just raw star power.

thinking about how paul mccartney spent the year 1969 putting the five stages of grief to music and no one even did a welfare check

My favorite thing on this earth is how in almost all the music videos for The Monkees Mike is just standing there looking like he is working the longest customer service shift of his life and his boss just told him he has to stay overtime again

there really is nothing that can recreate the experience of listening to a song for the first time again, but if you want to get close. listen to it in a better quality. listen to it on cd. listen to it on vinyl. listen to it on different speakers. listen to it on better speakers. listen to it on worse speakers. listen to the remaster. listen to the original master. go for a walk at a place and time that matches its vibes and listen to it then. a good song is full of layers that you can tease apart and find more magic inside, even when you thought you found it all.

as a phrase, “she [x] on my [x] til’ i [x]” only is funny if on either side of a spectrum. either the phrase ends so specific to a sexual action it’s a smart joke (for example, “she strogan me off til i beef” uses the word “beef stroganoff’ but also makes a “stroking off” joke, making it clever wordplay.) or it makes so little sense that it ends up funny from the absurdity of deciphering what type of sexual action could even be taking place. (example: when my roomate the other night asked to hand them a sanpelligrino and then said “she san on my pelli til’ i grino” which begs the question of what ‘sanning’ is, what a ‘pelli’ repersents in terms of human genitalia and what ‘grinoing’ could possibly be.)

This continues to be a top contender for favorite tweet

imagine if you were a 15 year old who was absolutely obsessed with One Direction and one day you found out that One Direction was writing and producing and starring in their own movie and you were SUPER excited because you just LOVE One Direction so you go to the theater with all your friends who also love One Direction and you watch this scene where Liam from One Direction opens up a medicine cabinet and sees this disembodied unblinking eye that represents the eternal and inescapable audience. and there’s also part of the movie where they show you actual genuine footage of a guy getting shot in the head. In the One Direction movie.

some fanart i did of the white album cover. pls be nice it took me ages and i know it's not perfect :/

The Progression of Freddie Mercury’s Concert Fits

Flowing, wing-like things

teeny tiny shorts. Really really small shorts

1977, year of full-length body suits

Shirts? Never heard of her [enter mustache]

the tiny shorts strike back

LEATHER

tank tops go brrrrrr

Honorable mention: jacket with a lot of belts on it for some reason

I wouldn't have survived the 60s cuz I would've been too scared of the doobie and they'd kick me the fuck out of Peter Tork's drug fueled orgy.