MAXIMUM ROCKNROLL No. 41, October 1986. A cover scan from the archives for your 4th of July.
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This 4th of July I am reposting my own content from 4 years ago because I’m not sure there is anything that says U.S.A. better than a postcard of Wayne Newton punching an American eagle. This was acquired at a Newton concert in Pittsburgh circa 1990 that my roommate and I attended using tickets that were given away by Carnegie Mellon University’s radio station. We each won a pair and went downtown to sell them outside of the show. There were no takers, however, so we decided to simply attend.
We did not last very long. After leaving the show, we gave one of our extra tickets for a neighboring seat to an extremely enthusiastic homeless man with grease paint under his eyes, who appeared to be under the illusion that he played for the Pittsburgh Steelers. He was thrilled for the opportunity to see the concert. I hope he made it an unforgettable experience for the awful couple sitting two seats away from us that yelled at a young girl with Down Syndrome to sit down because, in her excitement, she was blocking a man’s view of the aging, eagle-punching Vegas performer.
The following is from a message that I sent someone on Tumblr this morning, after seeing their avatar in the Biggest Fans section of my Activity page for the past few days:
"Hey, I’m not sure how else to contact you so I hope this finds the right reader. I am glad that you like so many posts on my Public Collectors Tumblr. In fact, you have clicked the heart icon so many times, that for days now your avatar and blog name have appeared as one of my four biggest fans. But every time I look at the activity on my page, I have to see your avatar of a photo of your engorged penis. Having a NSFW blog is cool and all, but using an explicit photo for an avatar, which I have to see even though I don’t follow you is—literally—a dick move. If you want your avatar to be a cock, okay, and again, thanks for your interest in my work, but maybe you can try unfollowing me?"
This user is no longer following me, but for the sake of others, if you use Tumblr and know how it works, please consider using an avatar that isn’t a photo of your genitals? It’s aggressive, obnoxious, and just a really shitty way to be. Thanks.
An unbound booklet from 1959, published by Our Savior Lutheran Church - Norwood Park, in Chicago. I can’t tell how this was printed - possibly mimeograph? I’m liking the somewhat traced look of the lettering on the cover.
A menu handbill, believed to be from Chicago’s Blue Note club and circa 1959. This was discovered this morning inside a stack of someone’s college notebooks. I left the notebooks and settled on a nice little pile of paper ephemera. See also, this 1959-60 concert calendar from the Blue Note.
A 1959-1960 handbill of upcoming shows at Chicago’s Blue Note. This was discovered this morning inside a stack of someone’s college notebooks. I left the notebooks and settled on a nice little pile of paper ephemera.
This graphic might seem a little different from the usual Public Collectors posts, but it emerges from a discussion of a band’s entire collected lyrical output.
Some friends and I were discussing AC/DC song subjects on Facebook and my theory that if you look at the entire AC/DC oeuvre, every song is somehow about fucking. After about 75 comments, it was deduced that “Have a Drink on Me” and “Hells Bells” might be the only songs that are not about fucking (although I’m still not 100% on “Have a Drink on Me”). Fucking, combined with Hell, Balls, Rocking, and Drinking, takes care of everything, however, so to consider this in one neat graphic, I created a pie chart. Thanks to all of the friends who contributed to this scientific study.
It’s hot as hell in Chicago today (93 degrees as I type this at 6:00 PM) so don’t forget to stay hydrated and try to keep covered in the shade. Here’s Ronald McDonald taking care of himself in a found photo from 1971. Purchased a while back at Swap-O-Rama, as usual.
A brochure for the Society for Photographic Education in New York, NY, circa early 1980s. Found inside a used Roy DeCarava book that I picked up when I visited the Printer’s Row book fair in Chicago with my father-in-law the other weekend.