1980 - Blog Posts

Optimus Prime

Ironhide 

Sunstreaker / Sideswipe 

The TRS-80s are coming! They'll be unstoppable with their 16k of RAM! Keep watching the skies!

The Computers Are Coming! [Uptade 1980]; 666-1984.

A Publication of: The Southwest Radio Church P. O. Box 1144, Oklahoma City, OK, 73101.

rick nelson in concert labor day monday, sept. 1

concert begins - 12:30 p.m.

post time - 2:00 p.m.

admission - $2.00

chicken bar-b-q

(gates open at 10:30 a.m.)

penn national race course exit 28 — off i-81 — grantville, pa.

rick nelson in concert, penn national race course labor day (september 1, 1980)

David Bowie drawing.

David Bowie on the opening night of The Elephant Man at the Booth Theatre in New York City, 28th September 1980

© Ron Galella | Source 1 2

Boombox Project

FKA twigs - oh my love

In love with this vibe 💝🫧🏩

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↻ ⏮ ▐▐ ⏭ ↺ 𝟭𝟵:𝟴𝟯

♡𝙈𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟳♡

𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯…. 🍒𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝘾𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮🥤

Best flavorrrr omg.. ❤️🍒🤤

Rest in peace, John Winston Ono Lennon. You will be eternally missed, loved, and remembered. The mark you left on music history, on the world, and on our hearts is incomparable and unparalleled. You have impacted and will continue to impact so many, even those born decades after your lifetime. I wish you could have seen yourself as we do- you are remembered so fondly. I sincerely hope that you are happy wherever you may be now, and that somehow you know that your legacy of peace and love lives on.

We love you, John.

✌💚☮

When i was 5 years old, My mother always told me happiness is the key to the life. When i went to school, they asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. I wrote down "happy". They told me i didn't understand the assignment, and i told them they didn't understand life.

Remembering John Winston Lennon (9 October 1940 – 8 December 1980)

"When I call you my love, is that I am calling you, yourself, or is it that I am telling my love? And when I tell you my love is it that I am declaring my love to you or indeed that I am telling you, yourself, my love, and that you are my love / I want so much to tell you and you, tell me I love all my appellations for you and then we would have but one lip, one alone to say everything. From the Hebrew he translates “tongue” if you can call it translating, as lip. They wanted to elevate themselves sublimely, in order to impose their lip, the unique lip, on the universe. Babel, the father, giving his name of confusion, multiplied the lips, and this why we are separated and that right now I am dying, dying to kiss you with our lip the only one I want to hear."

Jacques Derrida: The Post Card: From Socrates to Freud and Beyond

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A still more glorious dawn awaits. Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise. A morning filled with 400 billion suns. The rising of the Milky Way.

Carl Sagan

Inferno (1980) | dir. Dario Argento

Irene Miracle // Rose Elliot

Altered States  (1980)

Dir. Ken Russell Cinematography by Jordan Cronenweth

The Martian Chronicles (USA/UK, 1980).

On January 16 1980, Paul McCartney and the Wings arrived In Tokyo for upcoming 11-dates Wings tour in Japan. Customs Officials found 219 grams (7.7 ounces) of cannabis in Paul’s luggage and arrested him.

Paul was sent to the local jail and spent 9 days there while the Japanese government decided on what to do with him. He was facing a possible seven-year sentence for smuggling if convicted.

"When the fellow pulled it out of the suitcase, he looked more embarrassed than me. I think he just wanted to put it back in and forget the whole thing, you know, but there it was. I didn’t try to hide it. I had just come from America and still had the American attitude that marijuana isn’t that bad. I didn’t realize just how strict the Japanese attitude is. I made a confession on the night I was arrested and apologized for breaking Japanese law, but they still wanted to know everything. I had to go through my whole life story—school, father’s name, income, even my medal from the Queen." Paul McCartney

While in jail, Paul was known as inmate #22 and impressed the guards with his politeness. He passed the time with exercising, talking to other prisoners and overall, Paul said he was treated well. On the sixth day, Linda was allowed to visit, giving him clothes and new books.

"It’s really very silly. People certainly are different over here. They take it so very seriously. Paul is now in some kind of detention place and I have not been allowed to see him. As soon as they get someone nice like Paul, they seem to make a field day of it! I’ll never come back to Japan again. It’s my first trip and my last!" Linda McCartney

On the eighth day, the Japanese government decided to immediately deport Paul without charges. On January 25th, Paul was released from the jail, placed in a car and was driven straight to the airport when Linda, his children and fellow Wings members were waiting for him and flew back to England.

George Harrison was the only Beatle to send a telegram to the McCartneys during the nine days:

Thinking of you with all love. Keep your spirits high. Nice to have you back home again soon. God bless. Love, George and Olivia.

According to a housekeeper of the Lennon's, John's supposed reaction was, "If he really needs weed, surely there's enough people who can carry it for him. You're a Beatle, boy, a Beatle. Your face is in every damn corner of the planet. How could you have been so stupid."

Years later, Paul has acknowledged the foolish of his decision and the challenges he faced during that period. Paul did return to Japan in 1990 for a tour without incident.

1980 Miracle at the Met. #28 Ahmad Rashad catches walk off TD against the Cleveland Browns. #80 Terry LeCount gives the TD signal. The pass was thrown by Tommy Kramer.

Viking QB Tommy Kramer with Browns Lyle Alzado reaching for him. This was from the 1980 game at the Met that the Vikings won on the miracle throw to Ahmed Rashad. Offensive Tackle Steve Riley is watching.

I'll just leave this here, let me know how terrible it is...

Prologue : March 14, 1980

The kid was in an ally, paralyzed by unadulterated fear and terror. He wept into his hands and jumped at every little sound he heard. His sixteen-year-old brain ran through a million thoughts a second. He started taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself, which didn't work. Then he looked at the dumpster he stood by through the tears in his eyes. After a few seconds, he started punching it as hard as he could. He then collapsed to his knees and held his more than likely broken hand. His sobs weakened as panic finally started to wear down. Then he spoke to himself in an almost manic state of desperation.

"What the fuck am I going to do? I can't go home. Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!."

He stood back up as he still held his hand. Then he looked around the ally frantically as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He became sick to his stomach as he heard a police siren get closer to him. Then he got back on his knees behind the dumpster as he started to dry heave, which inevitably led to him vomiting all over the side of it.

"Hey, kid, are you okay?"

The kid's eyes went wide as he heard the voice behind him, then he wiped his mouth as he got to his feet and started to walk away.

"Kid, I'm not a cop."

The kid stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Then he turned and saw a man in his late twenties to early thirties with long black hair. He started crying again as he clung to the strange man.

"It was an accident. I didn't mean to do it."

His voice shook as he spoke. He continued to sob into the man's shirt as he incoherently tried to talk.

"I-I-I-I di-didn't..."

"Shh, it's okay, kid."

The man paused as he rubbed the kid's back and sighed.

"Let's get you somewhere safe."

Then he turned and started walking him to his car.

"There are a lot of cops out tonight."

After they got to the car, he opened the passenger side door for the kid and closed it behind him. Then he walked around to the driver's side and got in. As he started the engine, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and grabbed two, then lit them both. He handed one of the cigarettes to the kid, who accepted it and took a drag.

"So, umm, what's your name, kid?"

He asked as he started driving, then took a few long drags from his cigarette as he opened the window. He felt the kid's eyes on him as he continued to drive. Then he looked over and saw the suspicion in the kid's eyes. He sighed as he took another drag from his cigarette, then introduced himself.

"I'm Lynn Miller, the president of the Broken M.C."

He saw the kid nod from the corner of his eye.

"I'm Craig Bailey."

He sighed as he looked down, then continued.

"But what few friends I had called me, Lucifer."

"Nice to meet you, Lucifer."

Lynn said, then after he pulled into the parking lot of the M.C. clubhouse, he put the car in park and looked at Lucifer.

"So, what were you talking about when you said it was an accident?"

"I killed somebody."

Lynn lit another cigarette and examined Lucifer as he thought.

"Who?"

Lucifer sighed as he looked down into his lap and took a shaky handed drag from his cigarette.

"The captain of the football team."

John(Andy Warhol self interview 1980): Life begins at 40

Paul(Russell Harty Pipes of Peace 1983): Life begins at 40

:(

John calling Paul “my dear one” in 1980 (x)

2000s Slash and Duff... Self explanatory.

"gettin’ jiggy with it—"