theniftyfifties:

Audrey Hepburn, happily alone with her records.

Donovan - Jennifer Juniper

This is my all-time Favourite Pink Floyd video.

I bin thinking about you a while. We were as close as can, a while back. This real intellectual matter; thought we’d be caught for life in each other’s web. I remember you saying to me in the Canberra Club - this real underground (literally) working class hub - that even if in ten years time we hated each other, we’d make an impact on each other. Now it’s sad - it’s not hate that has driven us apart but apathy, disinterest; arrogance and ambition.

Remember those $2.80 schooners? We’d get drunk on each other’s pay cheques. We’d talk about pieces we’d both written, and Kerouac. I miss that. How we connected - the first Beat freak I ever met, this really innocent energy; I’ll never replace it.

I remember you ringing me up on a Sunday night - I lived in this uber-conventional apartment complex with square fuck’s from hell; you invited me over every Sunday night - we’d buy a slab of VB while your parents cooked us a roast dinner. We’d fuck ourselves up on makeshift drugs afterwards - alcohol, speed, ecstasy, whatever we could get our hands on. Stay up til 6am - only 21 years old and just talk, in the shed, in your bed, totally platonic. It took three years to even kiss each other - and now we don’t even speak.

Red Telephone - Love.

Currently I am obsessed with Forever Changes. Due largely in part from my reading of a certain book entitled When You’re Strange - a chronicle of the Los Angeles music scene. The few chapters covering the 60s and 70s are envigorating - it must be said that most of my favourite original psychedelic music was birthed in Los Angeles. Dark, gritty and magical, all at the same time.

I am fucking obsessed with this band.

Fucking awesome.

Striking.