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lolaelectra replied to your post:oh MAN– so i’m feeling pretty shitty; longer...

take good care of yourself & get some rest today, love! i hope you feel better soon ♥ summertime colds are the absolute worst!

!!! thank you so much, lovely. this shit should be illegal omfg

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                        The place was San Fransisco and June was ecstatic that the great tour of ‘74 was finally going under way. A gaggle of bands all coming together to travel the country together and play the music that June was addicted too. It was the highlight of her year and as she walked backstage (Her Rolling Stone perks continued to pay off), a familiar face caught her eye. 

                           “Well if it isn’t little Lo as I live and breathe! Wouldn’t be a tour if your pretty little face wasn’t runnin’ ‘round here, now would it? How’ve you been doin’, honey? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a million years!”

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yesssss i am so down for this!! cute protective sappy john. this is my jam ♥♥♥

it’s my jam too. i love it when he gets all cute bc he’s always so ‘tough.’ CUTE JOHN IS WHAT I LIVE FOR. 

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pooped into mary fucking poppins omg

IM CRYING

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// hey there, this is for youuu -- 31 and 33 ♥

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31. Most prized possession?

     Well, that’s a hard one since she’s very partial to her records and her frilly vintage clothes. I think that her prized possession isn’t even rooted in music. It’s nothing major but it’s a little necklace with a cross pendant. She’s never really considered herself that religious but she has formed quite an attachment to the piece of jewelry, wearing it all the time, even when she goes to gigs. It’s not a very noticeable necklace yet she’s still protective of it, refusing to take it off most of the time. 

33. Concept of home and family?

     To her, home and family are reminders of security but they don’t always go hand in hand. Just because you have a family doesn’t mean they’re your home as well. Their two separate ideas but when they come together it’s a beautiful thing. She has both at the moment but in two different places. Her home is wherever the music is, wherever the bands are playing, while her family (specifically her parents) is in Reseda. She also does think that family doesn’t have to mean blood relations but there’s still a slight difference from the family you’re born with and the one you choose. 

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(( just popping in to say your jimmy is fabulous and i can hear his voice in everything i've seen you write. get some good rest, friend. i hope you feel better tomorrow, yeah? ♥ ))

{ just saw this. hell - thank you so much ; it made my night. you’re a doll. x }

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by the time the starship had touched down at LAX that day, the sun was at its peak, amidst the preamble to yet another scalding summer in the states . . . that is, ‘scalding’ in the eyes of englishmen accustomed to the dour gloom of rainset britain. california was particularly hot, though paled in comparison to the florida humidity from which the band had just departed not too long before.

it would be a week until their next shows ; foremost, san diego, inglewood, & san francisco, and then they would be off to the east coast of chicago & detroit. this was their first ‘break’ of the tour, and G O D -- were they elated to spend it in their home away from home. rodney’s, the rainbow, the whisky . . . the hyatt r i o t house. the strip welcomed led zeppelin with arms wide open.

in celebration of the week to come, peter and richie treated the boys to a night at rodney’s, a promiscuous little glam club held court by none other than mister rodney bingenheimer himself, with whom they were well acquainted with. rodney did just about anything for zeppelin . . . as did the girls who prowled the disco like prepubescent lioness, hungry for even a  g l a n c e.

though within the confines of the so-called ‘vip’ section, the four men and their entourage were crowded by old mates and glittery strangers ; they laughed and drank, beers and joints in their hands, drifting away into the demise of night. robert mingled with rodney’s kooky friends, talking aimlessly. bonzo hurled vodkas faster than lightning. jonesy lingered, talking here and there, stoned. but it was the guitarist who sat rather quietly, sipping on a watney sparingly as his gaze instead casted out into the crowds beyond their sectioned-off area where women GIRLS and men danced, flailing their dresses and singing along to glam ballads . . . GROPING each other, hormones bouncing from wall to wall like a ruthless game of ping-pong. it was loud.

it was a swaying mass of bodies out there -- yet, his eyes searched each one, amused and wanton. it was then that he caught sight of a posse of what looked like girls (it was hard to tell with the sprouting androgynous population) who were CURVELESS, squeaky, and done up with makeup, sky-high platforms, and garter belts g a l o r e. one girl came into vision . . . long knobby legs & wild chocolate waves . . . she was captivating. jimmy took absent swigs of his beer, eyes lingering -- fascinated.