#British Rhythm & Blues

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Tracklist:

Break On Through (To The Other Side) • Soul Kitchen • The Crystal Ship • Twentieth Century Fox • Alabama Song (Whisky Bar) • Light My Fire • Back Door Man • I Looked At You • End Of The Night • Take It As It Comes • The End

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[ghost-facess]

brian jones is so, so pretty.

[oldshowbiz]

Tommy Chong's first band, The Calgary Shades, played school dances in Edmonton, Calgary, and Red Deer, Alberta, throughout the 1950s.

When they relocated to Vancouver they won first place at the Teenage Fair Battle of the Bands.

Their prize was a recording deal with RCA Victor Canada.

They changed the group's name to Little Daddie and the Bachelors.

The A side of their RCA single was a cover version of Chuck Berry's "Monkey Business."

The flip side was an original composition by Tommy Chong called "Junior's Jerk" and it's excellent.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THE BRITISH RHYTHM & BLUES BOOM PLAYED A VOX PHANTOM -- THE PORTRAIT OF A LEGEND.

PIC INFO: From the "Beat Instrumental" Portrait Gallery -- Spotlight on the late, great Brian Jones (1942-1969), namer, founder, & rhythm guitarist of English rock band THE ROLLING STONES, playing his Vox Phantom "Teardrop" electric guitar, c. 1963-'64.

EXTRA INFO: From the @fundacionclub45 "Beat Instrumental" '60s rock & pop magazine archive. 

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3408259818765005701.

[ongawdclub]

A m y W i n e h o u s e

[misterivy]

R.I.P. Zoot Money

George Bruno "Zoot" Money (17 July 1942 – 8 September 2024) was an English vocalist, keyboardist and bandleader. He is best known for his playing of the Hammond organ and association with his Big Roll Band. Inspired by Ray Charles, he was drawn to rock and roll music and became involved in the music scenes of Bournemouth and Soho during the 1960s. He took his stage name "Zoot" from Zoot Sims after seeing him in concert.

Zoot Money was associated with The Animals,Peter Green, Steve Marriott, Kevin Coyne, Kevin Ayers, Humble Pie, Steve Ellis, Alexis Korner, Snowy White, Mick Taylor, Spencer Davis, Vivian Stanshall, Geno Washington, Brian Friel, Georgie Fame and Alan Price.

[nellarw95]

Happy Heavenly Birthday Amy 🎂💔

Amy Jade Winehouse 🤍

We Miss You So Much 🕊️

Wonderful and Frail Soul 🫶🏻

September 14,1983 - July 23,2011 🙏🏻

Buon Compleanno in Paradiso 🎂💔

14 Settembre 1983 - 23 Luglio 2011🙏🏻

Ci Manchi Tantissimo🕊️

Anima Meravigliosa e Fragile 🫶

[unitedsongbird]

The '83 Mood

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

Watch "RAYE - Escapism. (Later with Jools Holland)" on YouTube

[mymelodic-chapel]

The Animals- The Animals on Tour (British Rhythm & Blues, Blues Rock, Rock & Roll) Released: February 1965 [MGM Records] Producer(s): Mickie Most

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Tracklist:

Out In The Street • I Don't Mind • The Good's Gone • La-La-La-Lies • Much Too Much • My Generation • The Kids Are Alright • Please, Please, Please • It's Not True • I'm A Man • A Legal Matter • The Ox

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[blackbeardsrock]

Gentleoctopus: The John Dummer Blues Band / Cabal (1969)

[ltash]

The Enigma

You met Ghost at the base for the first time and ended unconscious in his arms.

"My team is back from the mission. They couldn't find Hassan there, but we lost many soldiers," Capt Price said with grief in his voice.

Movements fueled by a sense of urgency and adrenaline. As you made your way through the corridors of the base towards the tarmac.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the scene unfold before your eyes. The familiar sights and sounds of the military base were now juxtaposed with the grim reality of war - ambulances lined up, their doors flung open to receive the wounded and the fallen; the whirring blades of the helicopter casting a haunting shadow over the tarmac as it touched down, carrying with it the weight of tragedy.

Injured soldiers were carried off the helicopter on stretchers, their faces contorted in pain, their uniforms stained with blood. Beside them, solemn-faced medics worked tirelessly to tend to their wounds, their movements swift and efficient in the face of adversity.

Another helicopter landed, and the remaining soldiers started to come out. You looked at them as the soldiers came out one by one. You stood directly in front of it.

It was the team Captain Price had mentioned earlier.

As all the soldiers came out, you heard a thick British voice saying, "Keep up, Soap."

Your heart skipped a beat as you listened to the exchange, your gaze fixated on the two figures emerging from the helicopter.

The first, with his distinctive mohawk and rugged good looks, exuded an air of confidence and strength that drew your attention. He had a smile on his face all the while he was talking to him.

But it was the second figure, his broad back turned towards you, that sent a jolt coursing through your veins. Though his uniform was disheveled and his appearance obscured, there was something about the way he carried himself, a subtle grace in his movements.

He then turned around, his eyes meeting yours.

As your eyes locked, time seemed to stand still for you. You felt as though you were being drawn into the depths of his gaze, lost in the intensity of his stare. The way he was looking at you sent shivers down your spine.

He was quite tall, probably more than 6'2", with a broad and muscular physique. He had long and strong legs. It looked like he had surely worked hard for it.

He was wearing a skull-shaped mask above the black balaclava. Despite the mask obscuring his features, you could sense the power and strength emanating from him, a primal magnetism that both intrigued and unnerved you.

His royal blue uniform with his tactical gear had a shine to it in the moonlight. You had never seen that uniform on any soldier before in your life. It made him look really attractive and the skull mask made him look otherworldly at the same time.

His presence was overwhelming, his aura suffusing the air around you with an electric charge that set your nerves on edge. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, the rhythm of its beat echoing the rapid pace of your thoughts.

The soldier with the mohawk had his mouth agape when he saw you. "Such a bonnie lass," the soldier with the mohawk added.

For a moment, you remained locked in silent communion with him, each of you searching the depths of the other's soul for answers that remained just out of reach. As the weight of your gaze lingered between you, you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him.

Then he started approaching you, his steps audible from afar. The sound of his heavy boots hitting the tarmac was in rhythm with your heartbeat.

As he drew closer, his tall and broad physique overshadowed you. You were really small and petite in front of him. The man in front of you intimidated the fuck out of you.

His gaze shifts from your eyes to the black tank top who failed to hide the curve of your boobs to the small of your waist. His stance was very very intimidating yet sexy in a way you were pulled towards him like a moth to a flame.

Your eyes darted towards his pants who failed to hide the bulge of the package he was holding inside. He was surely BDE. You felt wet down there just on the thought.

You thought how'd it feel like if he holds your tiny waist in his large hands and jolt your existance, take your breath away as he fucks you hard in bed. How will you yelp and writh beneath him as you moan his name when he fucks you to the verge of esctacy. How his name will sound from your lips as he is deep inside of you.

What could be his name? You thought.

You were never in a relationship before and it scared you to even think about being in bed with him.

"Rookie!" His booming voice echoed, the thick British accent hitting your ears. "What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked, his voice commanding.

You were gobsmacked at that moment. You couldn't even comprehend what was going on. He thought you were a new recruit there, but you still had no answer. Your throat felt really dry with pins and needles. All the strength in your knees faded away the more his gaze bore holes into your existence.

"I asked you a question," his voice raspy and monotone this time. He took a step closer and stood very close to you.

You still couldn't muster any courage to speak.

"Go back to your barrack right now," he barked an order, his voice loud this time.

You flinched and took a step back. A small whimper escaped your lips. Your breaths were shaky with fear.

The soldier with the mohawk tried to step in.

"Easy there LT. She is scared."

He glared back at him.

The mysterious figure who had commanded your attention stood by your side, their concern evident in their expressions as they watched over you with silent vigilance.

Just then, you saw some paramedics pushing a stretcher with a dead body on it. The white cloth was covered in blood. An arm was dangling from the cloth.

You had a panic attack right there. Anxiety took its toll over you. You were never habitual of these kind of scenes. You started to shiver both with anxiety and under the gaze of that intimidating soldier who looms over you.

Suddenly your head started to spin. Everything going blurry around you. The two figures in front of you going blurry. Their voices muffled.

You fell into the abyss of darkness directly into his arms.

As your world spun out of control, you felt yourself being enveloped in a pair of strong arms, their embrace offering a fleeting sense of solace amidst the chaos that threatened to consume you.

"Hey!" You heard him say before he takes your chin in his gloved hand and pats your cheek trying to wake you up.

You clung to him, your deep blue eyes looking into his brown ones. Despite his imposing demeanor, you sensed a flicker of compassion in his eyes, a silent understanding of the pain and turmoil you were experiencing.

The mysterious soldier remained silent, his gaze unwavering as he kept a protective watch over you.

You leaned into his embrace, drawing comfort from his presence before closing your eyes.

As Ghost carried your unconscious form in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over him.

You were so delicate, so vulnerable in that moment.

He looked down to see your features. Your gorgeous face when you were unconscious, your pink plump lips slightly agape, your deep breaths, your small neck, long hairs and your petite figure in his strong arms.

You were the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on.

Captain Price saw them entering the building with your unconscious figure in Ghost's arms.

He approached them, concern etched into his features. "What happened to her?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

"I don't know," Ghost replied quietly, his gaze never leaving your face. "Maybe she saw something at the base. There were a lot of casualties."

"Take her to her room," Captain Price said.

Following Captain Price's lead, Ghost carried you to your room, his steps careful and deliberate. As he laid you gently on the bed, he couldn't help but be struck by your beauty. You looked so peaceful, so ethereal in the soft glow of the room. Your vulnerability in that moment stirred something deep within him.

"Who is she, Sir?" Soap asked, his voice breaking the silence that hung heavy in the air.

Ghost stepped back, his gaze lingering on your sleeping form for a moment longer. You looked so peaceful, so fragile.

"She's General Marshall's daughter," Captain Price explained, his voice tinged with concern. "She's been through a lot these past few days. We need to keep a close eye on her."

Ghost nodded in understanding.

Captain Price motioned for them to follow him to the meeting room, leaving Ghost alone with you.

As he tucked you in and smoothed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, Ghost felt a swell of protectiveness rise within him. You may have been the daughter of a general, but in that moment, you were just a vulnerable young woman in need of comfort and care.

Ghost cast one last glance at you, a silent promise echoing in his heart.

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VINTAGE POSTCARDS FROM THE BRITISH R&B BOOM -- SUCH A PRETTY LITTLE PAPER THING.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on an original 1965 promo-postcard of English rock/R&B band THE PRETTY THINGS. The reverse is signed in pencil by all five group members: Phil May/Dick Taylor/ John Stax/Viv Prince, and Brian Pendleton.

Source: www.memorabilia-uk.co.uk/p/pretty-things/Pretty-Things-12801.