Like Music And Shit

22 year old British guy with a mild/intense obsession with rock music and all it's sub-genres. Plays guitar and sings in a band (Kickstart Friday). Writes music and poetry, basically whatever I'm feeling (/tagged/musical musings). Not so single and straight.  Follow me on insta: @kickstart_danny

[blixtbaby]

… an advertising photo for NYC Ad Agency Doyle, Dunn & Bernbach.

[missadler1897]

[soundsofmyuniverse]

David Bowie, 1975.

[blingher]

[yandaree]

My two favorite pictures of David Bowie

[stevie-nicks-daily-deactivated2]

‘Mirage Tour’ at The Spectrum in Philadelphia, PA on September 11, 1982. 

Photo credit: Bill Showers Jr.

[electripipedream]

Eric Clapton of Cream from Rock and Folk magazine, 1967 

[johndeaky]

[unitedstatesofpsychedelica]

[americandionysus]

Jim Morrison in Leather Photo by Gloria Stavers, New York, September 1967

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold (Griffin Dunne, 2017)

[berlinsbowie]

Best of Bowie: Space Oddity 1/?

[rocktunes]

Visit Original Link

Red House | The Jimi Hendrix Experience

[compulsive]

[straycatblues]

Robert Plant in his Elvis shirt, 1973.

[probablylisteningtoledzeppelin]

Can Robert have his own fashion line?

[rocknrollnrandomcrap]

Not very often I play by myself with an acoustic guitar... but I kinda like it!

A little bit of “Wild World”. Borrowed my friend’s (slightly out of tune) guitar. Cat Stevens would be turning in his grave (if he were dead, that is!)

[rocknrollnrandomcrap]

So there’s a little story which goes with this video...

I went to the pub for a couple of drinks with my friends. As it happened, there was an open mic night on, but I had no intentions of performing. Towards the end of the evening, I was approached by the proprietor of the establishment, asking me if I wouldn’t mind performing a tribute to her lifelong friend, who had recently passed away. She was originally from Liverpool, and explained to me that both she and her friend were huge Beatles fans, and regularly busked on the streets of Liverpool using Beatles material. As it transpired, not a single person in the pub that night knew how to play any Beatles songs. This led to me downing my drink, borrowing someone else’s guitar, and scraping together what I remembered of “Blackbird”. This is the result. Here’s to you Johnny Walker!

Ps. Can you tell I’d had a few to drink by this point?