it comes in pints?

The other 25%? Brain damage, apparently.

(checking my old photo albums to see if I have any photos of Ken circa 1976-80 wearing funky clothes...)

Ha! Fat chance, dear. You know for a fact that I was strictly a jeans and plain old shirts guy. No funky 70s clothes at all.

Oh I don't know. I have kind of a warm feeling for the Sixties fashion attempts to bring a little color and Renaissance-look back to men's fashion. Obviously there were glitches, as this picture shows. (Believe it or not, a great example of Sixties male fashion in all its velvet frock coated and cravatted glory are the outfits Mike Myers wore in the Austin Powers movies.) And then it all went sour in the Seventies. Still, I prefer this look to the awful thug look popular today: the shaved heads and stubble-outlined chins, the baseball caps worn this way and that, the baggy pants, the huge floppy white t-shirts, the ugly puffy sneakers. Give me flowing scarves, flower-patterned bell-bottoms, and zippered leather ankle boots any day.

My eyes are uncomfortably numb.

Actually that silly dressup stuff is part and parcel of the '60s and '70s experiment.
After all, that whole 20 years was devoted to discovering just how much stupidity a population a population could swallow.

Yeah like some of the music. Most of the fashions of the 60s require one to be on drugs to appreciate it.

Oh, I know a lot of people dressed like this in the 60s. This one just popped out at me recently and gave me a good chuckle. But I agree with Andrea. What do you think the folks back in PF's heyday that were complaining about long hair would have to say about today's teenager prison chic? As silly as these guys may look in retrospect, at least they're groomed and their pants aren't dangling around their knees (a fashion, I've been told, evolved around a certain look prison inmates get because belts are contraband and they don't have anything to hold their pants up. Nice).

I think it's closer to 100%, Emily. Those outfits would have fit in nicely at Haight-Ashbury, too. I'm told there was once a drug culture there. And I liked my seventies clothes. I never owned and would never own a leisure suit but I kinda liked my bell bottoms with the cuffs.

Personally, I was damn glad to see the "experiment" of the 60s and 70s GO AWAY!! I thought the 80s were GRAND, because it wasnt all about being psychedelic anymore....just simply finding a style you liked and making it splash. Want the 40s? Wear shoulderpads. Want to look like youre out on the prairie? Wear chambray and denim. Puttin on the Ritz? Wear a bowtie and tuxedo shirt. Want to make people guess which way you swing...? Well you get the picture. THAT was experimentation.

Have noticed that the retro-shows that talk about the 80s have now narrowed the definition of what made the 80s : big hair, big everything ohthatSOgreedyliketotally. NO. Wasnt that at all. Its been kind of fun to watch all the 'youngin's pull out their retro 70s and call it punk...we 80s children just smirk and go "been there, done that."

Genius. I love the furry sheep-collared jacket thing. It's so ridiculous.

Also I love that there is a random woman visible in the background between two legs ... Like ... this wasn't orchestrated enough that they could say: "Uhm ... lady? We're doin' a photo shoot. Get out of the way." It's like they were just strolling along, randomly, and found themselves in that pose in a public place.

It is genius. There are no questions about my next Halloween costume. NONE.

What is in Roger Water's pants? A squirrel?

Hahahaha. I hadn't noticed *ahem* that particular region on any of them since I tend to think of them in terms of their most recent pictures where they look more like my dad than rock stars...but now that you have suitably pointed it out, Lisa, it definitely looks like he's packing more than he was born with down there. Either that, or the pants have just wrinkled in a weird way.

Leave it to you to notice, though. ;)

Oh - and Julie? If you find any funky pictues of Ken, please get in touch. Seriously. I'll PAY.

Roger is one of the rare sort whose looks have gotten better (and in his case, MUCH better) the older he's become. I guess he had to grow into those cheekbones.

Oh definitely!

I'll check the photo albums and let you know, Emily.... He was a chem major, so maybe those organics have wiped his neurons...

The 80s did have their moments. I kind of liked the Adam Ant pirate look. Also the Nu Romantic look. Both were a return to (somewhat) the 60s poet shirt and frock coat style. Now everything is prison chic or dreary sports warmup jacket.

Oh, the Photoshop fun one could have...

Sheila! Nice to see you're alive and all. I was worrying a bit.

The clothes, to me, are secondary - the expressions on these guys are fantastic!

L - I've just realized that my legs may vanish into the background
LC - I hope my "solids" strategy pays off long-term, 'cause right now I'm a little ashamed of myself
RC - work it, baby, work it - stick out that knee and pout! Rick Davies is a pansy!
R - if he says "one more, boys" again, I'm making him eat that tripod

Nightfly,
You're cookies are still set to "The Human League" in the name box...

FYI...L-R Nick Mason, Rick Wright, Roger Waters, Syd Barrett.

Good God, someone shot a couch and skinned it.

Hahaha. Their get ups do have a bit of that "Maria makes the Von Trapp children new outfits from the old curtains" appeal, don't they?

70s fashion. Had a shirt very similar to that one but never wore the sleeves buttoned at the wrist. Always rolled up three quarters.

Hahaha. Omygod. That girl in the picture is very lovely, though. Nice dress.

One of the comments from that post, Emily, from Budman:

"Here is the double standard in a nut shell. That guy, dressed like that and with that hair couldn't get a date today if you tied some cash around his neck. She could, still wearing that dress and that hair. The girls might snicker but the guys wouldn't."

Absolutely true.

Oh, that is SOOOO true.

"How do you account for the other 25%?"

Peer pressure.

The 80s girl in me is green with envy over that hair. That's some serious Aqua Net usage.

I don't know, Lisa. I've seen your 80s big hair. I bet you could take hers in a fight.

"You Forgot to Change Your Name"

Well, these clothes do raise the question, (why) don't you want me, baby?

PS - forget my signature, I screwed up the name in the comment - should have been Ray Davies, as in "The Kinks."

That's okay. I wrote "you're" when I should have written "your."

My hair WISHES it could be that hair.

And everytime I look at that Pink Floyd picture, I want to say, "Bet you can't pick the crazy one."

Oh, I can and you know it.

Actually, the crazy one has the sanest outfit. Except for that scarf. That scarf is unfortunate. And probably the source of the voices in his head.

True, Lisa. Except maybe for the man perm. Man perms are looney. I know Syd's hair was kind of naturally curly, but not 'fro curly.

A jerk my older sister dated wore one of those "furry sheep-collared" things, it smelled like a wet goat and stunk-up our living room. He was the dip who wrapped an Aston-Martin DB-5 into a fence, his dad invented some major componant of the Trident missle underwater launching syustem and had lots of money. My sister was a good-looking acid fry-brain with poor judgment, except about who had money - and then she would run-away with some sailor and get high for a week. Those days really sucked in our family.

DC - WOW. You could write a book. I'm sorry for your family. I've got a younger brother who's em....difficult, to say the least.

I guess blogging is sorta like writing a book. As far as my beautiful delusional fry-brain sister's activities - she always believed it was for LOVE, and she still does when she does it...
It was 1970 and she snuck-off to see HAIR up in SF and didn't come back. My uncle was working on a marine construction job at the wharfs, and somehow tracked her down to an apartment a week later. I guess he knew people who knew people. He and Grandpa went up to San Francisco with shotguns in the car-trunk and knocked on the door and told the guy, "She's seventeen, send her down." The dude protested that she didn't want to come, and she didn't. Reports are that my uncle said, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Send down the girl now, or we go get the shotguns." She came down and didn't talk to my Uncle for years afterwards. Meanwhile at home it became a raging, screaming, running-battleground of door-slamming and tears for the next few weeks on into months. Another reason Dad didn't return to the active Ministry, but instead carried on as a school teacher - how could one preach with such a wild example for a daughter? I hated the 70's besides the sucky clothes. I couldn't wait to get out of there and I returned to India just to get away.