R.I.P. Lemmy Kilmister

Fu Manchu, "Pigeon Toe" live in Pittsburgh, Jan 23, 2000

Found in a dusty shoebox in the back of a spare room closet, this old clip captures Fu Manchu opening for Anthrax at the Metropol Club. Merry Christmas.

Holiday Tools of the Trade

A Donald Trump Christmas

Santa Does it in a Van

1970's cocktail napkin part two

Early 1970's cocktail napkin found at my mom's house.

"Mountain Goat," he wrote.

Just One of the Guys, 1985

Damn fine reading material. Doctor Spektor, 1974

Vintage Ad: Seagram's Seven Crown, 1989

Ann-Margret in The Swinger, 1966

Damn fine reading material, 1976

Just the saddest and ugliest chair. Like ever.

Creeping into October

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

He’s dressed like a saucy celebrity regular on Match Game that constantly slays the host, breaks up contestants, and shocks audiences with his brilliant off-color answers. Dragged out to play a round of golf, The Paco Camino Man completes an exclusive country club foursome, unleashing a ridiculously amazing clinic on how to play this stupid non-sport. “With my pro baseball experience and my college night-putting exploits, I’ll just play it out of the ocean beneath a 200-foot cliff and roll it on the green.” Ahem, just to let you know, he teed off blindfolded after shotgunning a beer and smoking a jazz cigarette. In fact, he once made an approach off a beached whale's blowhole during a round with a neurotic wannabe marine biologist, a hipster doofus, and an observational comedian. Shit, sometimes, just for the fuck of it, he solves cartoonish crimes with a few close friends, the Harlem Globetrotters, and a stoner dog in a custom Mystery Machine van.

Weapons 'n Flowers, Hungry For Annihilation

Heard the band is getting back together. They'll play all the hits including "Greetings to the Forest," "December Snow" and "Utopia Town."

Vintage Ad: Frost & Tip, 1983

Yep, that's a young Kathy Ireland on the left.

Summer Hang

The San Diego Chicken, 1982

Beach Music by the Surf Punks that's so bad, it's terrible.

How I plan to spend my summer vacation.

Shampoo, trim & blow, 1975

Vintage Ad: Sunup/Sundown crocheted bikinis, 1980

Decadent Smut: A Second-Hand Life, 1967

1961 Plymouth Suburban

Nancy Suiter: The World's Most Mysterious Porn Star

Memorial Day in Hawaii. Punchbowl Crater, Oahu

It's high time for an Uprising!

Mothers Day Night Out, 1977

Happy Cinco de Mayo

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

He’s always turning heads of coquettish women who browse upscale furniture boutiques. While an intrigued admirer steals lustful glances, the handsome Paco Camino Man has his sights on a raven-haired coed hipster and impresses her with his charming knowledge of mod Scandinavian furniture designed by the likes of Vico Magistretti and Ettore Sottsass. Apprehensive at first about handling a burnt-orange orb chair, she quickly relaxes and is gently coaxed into accepting the big hard plastic between her legs. Sealing a hot two-for-one sale, the Paco Camino Man is walking out of here with a perfect pair of sexy bookends to really tie his bedroom together.

Should I open it? Sealed Iron Eagle vinyl soundtrack, 1986.

I opened it. And it was mostly awful.

Decadent Smut: Christina's Nights, 1977

AN EXOTIC VOYAGE FILLED WITH MYRIAD SENSUAL PLEASURES
That celebrated darling of jet-set sensuality, Christina van Bell, sets out to solve
the enigma of the vanishing vixens. The trail leads from New York to Damascus to
Baghdad to Afghanistan and home to the two men who love her most.

Happy Record Store Day. The Great, Great House of Guitars!

Vintage Ad: After Six formal wear, 1973

Audiophile Headquarters

High Fashion Cock Fight

Little Annie Fanny

Riding High, Riding Free

Vintage Ad: Bear Archery, 1974

1975 Alfa Romeo Montreal

Mysteries of the Unexplained

Decadent Smut: Excursion, 1965.

She's growing bored with her virgin piña colada..

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

All the ladies love to grip his racquet and hold his golden set of balls. Attracting sexy, able-bodied women like Bjorn Borg collects French Open trophies, the Paco Camino Man scores at will, serving flirtatious crosscourt volleys with backhanded forearm precision. Flaunting Tony Manero dancing hair and an irresistible Chico and the Man moustache, this club ace proudly wears an expensive pro shop v-neck and bulging white tennis shorts that he secretly charged to the Underhills. Whether playing hard court singles or dirtballer doubles, the Paco Camino Man has mastered the art of the sweet spot and keeps right on swinging. Game, set, match.

We Don't Need to Save Daylight