seventh-sojourn
Tormented by the 70s || 21y.o - he/him || matching @johnentwistlesbassguitar :^]
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you see me LEERING at my phone like a NASTY LECHEROUS TEEN BOY. you ask me if its PORN thats got me GRINNING like that. i nod and show you my phone. there is a normal picture of 62 year old man on my screen
Loggins & Messina as two very real Prince Charmings in the TV special Sandy in Disneyland (1974)
Steve vai is so fine, doesn't matter which era (not true i think he looks better in his 90's/early 2000's form), he was just blessed with the ability to play immensely well and cheekbones that could cut
we need to sexualise his receding hairline though
Was way too pissed off at how this photo was like, chopped up in pieces, so I decided to make it whole to the best of my ability!
Never posting my fanfiction. Call that AO2.
Here’s one for today #tbt #poco https://www.instagram.com/p/B5_FxAqFv1C/?igshid=11m1mh3m5qabe
I am average american man I work fifteen hours in hamburger mine to buy one rock and roll disk
Asians of the Lost Chord!, magazine clippings promotion for Asia's "Don't Cry" (1983) single – (x) Photos taken by Steve Rapport and Terry Lott
NARRATOR: John "Plucker" Wetton (base metal expert and posessor of nomadic bank balance). Dr. Steve "Clapper" Howe (renowned ear, no's, and Yes specialist). Capt. Carl "Skinner" Palmer (former officer in the crack Boy Scouts para-diddle corps, now a hardened drum revolutionary), and the mysterious Geoff "Bugler" Downes (an eccentric, defrocked member of the Buggles set and an avowed follower of St. Richard The Wakeman, appearing here in used tablecloth and hankie due to last-minute budget cuts). NARRATOR: The story so far... NARRATOR: Our four adventurers, each well-practised in the excavation of ancient musical forms, have been brough together in Egypt (just south of Twickenham) by the discovery of a long-lost map scrawled on the back of a deleted Gryphon album. The map outlines four different routes to the all-powerful Geffen talisman, housed in the Temple of the Progs, a magical "all areas" pass (laminated, of course!) that bestows the power of everlasting solos on its possessor. NARRATOR: Three of the four routes are false, leading only to the certain doom and solo projects. No-one knows which is the platinum path. The four decide that each should take a different direction, agreeing to settle it in the traditional manner. Now read on… WETTON: Snap!! NARRATOR: A bewildered "Bugler", having drawn the bucket-and-spade route, encounters the sinister, Suterian Rock Goddess (no relation), who unbeknownst to him is actually the guardian of the Geffen, intent on bringing confusion and death (in that order) to all who embark on false paths. NARRATOR: And then there were three… DOWNES: Gasp! (last) NARRATOR: Potty Palmer races through the jungle, swinging from tree to tree, until he plops into a swamp, especially imported from Castle Donington. He seems a "gonner" but, never one to give up any solo spot easily, he responds to the applause of a passing chimpanzee and clambers clear. On to the temple… SPLONK! PALMER: ELP! NARRATOR: Stealthily entering the inner sanctum, "Skinner" wonders what a discarded Cecil Mille De B-movie set is doing this far up-creek. A vat of liquid gold catches his eye and, whilst foolishly peering in to look for the remains of Keith Emerson, he goes for an "early bath" courtesy of the lurking Rock Goddess. And it isn't even Friday night! Gosh! Coming up, one golden turkey. SPLISH! NARRATOR: And then there were two… NARRATOR: The Hon "Plucker" Wetton steers a path through the seedier parts of the city, where he trades in his camel for a concubine (o.n.o). Panicking at the though that she might, in fact, be Mick Box in drag, he removes her veil and is so overwhelmed with relief at what he sees that he dies a long and tedious death. Ho hum… NARRATOR: And then there was one… WETTON: Groannn... NARRATOR: Clambering along the treacherous moutain path, "Clapper" slips close to the edge, but is plucked to safety by a helping hand – no, it isn't Kevin Riddles! Yes, he's the lucky one to find favour with the Goddess (we hope you're all taking this seriously), claiming the talisman and its interminable gift (cue a mass exodus of all remaining inhabitants of Asia). NARRATOR: The sole survivor... HOWE: Oh joy!
i think additionally that my mutuals have also managed to infect my computer's in-build news system with the who
I used to feel bad about RPF but they kinda deserve it
HELLO!!! Asking my moots what sort of vibes I give off :-) (please be nice i’m Scared 👍)
You remind me of Copernicus. You have spent hours researching the things you are passionate about (on very diverse fields, some very close to magic -- you literally understand how sound waves work) and you are brave enough to share it with people even if it makes life harder for you; but, at the end of the day, the things you say change the world for the better.
Also: the color red, hawaiian shirts, and, most of all,
Hihihi MY GREATEST ANEMONE asking around what vibes I give off :>
First of all: SORRY I took so long to answer I never know how to find these asks 😭
To me you are like a magical creature. After extensive research I am divided between griffin and sphinx. Very smart, very cool, potentially evil 🤔
Other things that remind me of you: hats, dark orange and radios. Also aliens (👽👽)!
You are smart, hardworking and very charismatic. And if I had to assign you a bird it would be something awesome and rare like a sparrowhawk
I'm not afraid of saying it. I want him. He is my senile princess and I love him and he is the (second) prettiest girl in the world I don't care
HE GOT HOTTER
When he gets older he keeps getting hawter😳😳😳🥺🥺🥺 no one wants to admit it when is obviously the truth😈😈😈 IF YOU DONT AGREE HES STILL HAWT YOU ARE A STEVE HOWEE HATER🥺🥺🥺🥵🥵🥵🫱🫱🫱🫱
I NEED to start dressing like Todd Rundgren