Nirvana, Seattle, July 1993 by Anton Corbijn
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Nirvana, Seattle, July 1993 by Anton Corbijn
Kiss now, the revolution can wait.
by Rennie Ellis
Forever one of my faves
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hair goals: 80’s anthony kiedis
Anthony.
I love it when they smile ^^
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Red Hot Chili Peppers | Venice Queen
I first encountered Gloria when she was speaking at a meeting in Hollywood during my first round of sobriety in the late ’80s. She said she’d been a real-deal drugstore-cowboy junkie her whole life, knocking off pharmacies and running scams, but she also talked about the ’60s and Allen Ginsberg. By then she’d been sober for about ten years, I was thinking, ‘This lady is the coolest person I’ve ever seen. She’s nasty and not trying to be all saccharine, saying stuff like ‘Fuck you if you don’t like what I’m saying, motherfucker, because I’ve been there.’ She said her higher power was Neil Young. Then she said, ‘I’ve lived in a one-room bungalow down in Venice since 1967, I was dealing to Jim Morrison before you were crapping in your pants. The only things I have up in my house are a poster of Che Guevara, a poster of Neil Young, and a poster of a bunch of Red Hot Chili Peppers with the socks on their dicks’ I went up to her after the meeting and told her that I was honored to be on her wall along with Neil. We became fast friends, like Harold and Maude without the romance. When I started going missing in action and becoming more desperate and isolated, I stopped answering my phone. Every now and then I’d check my mail, and there’d be a postcard of a Native American warrior. On the back, Gloria would write, ‘Don’t ever give up your fight. You are a warrior and you will beat this thing that you’re up against. I have faith in you, I never forget you, don’t forget your own self.’ I’d read that in my kitchen and think, ‘There’s a person out there who actually believes I can win this battle.’ — Anthony Kiedis
I could just re-blog this a thousand times its that beautiful!