Actually, it’s more likely I was getting ready to drive around in Howard Livingston’s station wagon all night with the girls, drinking wine coolers before ending up at HoJos for an apple crisp or an order of fries.
Looks like you had been wearing a winter hat and took it off, getting the nice helmet-hair effect.
The funny-sad thing is I see all of these kids and young men running around with the long hair like I had in the 1970’s. I think ‘We did that years ago, we thought it was cool. It wasn’t, it was a true pain. A short haircut is much, much more comfortable and easier to maintain.’
BTW – that doesn’t look ‘Risky Business’, it looks ‘Joanie Loves Chachi’.
There is a certain parallel Chachi on going thing happening here, with a bit of Barry Levinson and all that includes such as the early promise and fall of Mickey Rourke, topped off with a touch of Tom Cruise madness. There are no coincidences.
I’m about this close to scanning my 1982 student ID. Or worse…much, much worse…think pre-Gulf War mullet.
Remember when you could get wine coolers in 2 liter plastic bottles? I do. I have a scar on my hand that I told my kids was from mishandling a pocket knife (so be careful boys!) that is actually from slicing my hand open while puking down a storm drain. I was cruising the Roosevelt Mall in NE Philly in a friend’s Monza wagon at the time…you know…for chicks…
There is a certain parallel Chachi on going thing happening here, with a bit of Barry Levinson and all that includes such as the early promise and fall of Mickey Rourke, topped off with a touch of Tom Cruise madness. There are no coincidences.
When you see JeffG. twenty five years from now, making his comeback, at Cannes. You will then know my words are true.
Yeah, the shell necklaces. And there were the hooded sweatshirts in the Inca-fabric. Neo-hippie chic.
Is recycling other ‘rebel’ fashion the best that can be done these days?
“I’m a rebel!” “You look like I did twenty-five years ago. And you know what that means? It means you will become exactly like me.” “*gulp*” “Just embrace your pre-packaged corporate-determined rebel-phase and get it over with as quickly as you can with as few photos as possible – oh wait; every digital photo goes into a vast on-line archive. Sucks to be you kids.”
There are wedding photos. My cousin Freddie, in the mid 1970’s. Long hair, pastel tuxedo. My cousin Mary in the mid 1980’s. Same hall. Black tuxedo for Joel, short hair. My cousin Mitchell last summer. A different hall. He – short hair, black tuxedo.
The 1970’s? A decade that should be dynamited. What the heck were those people thinking? If ‘thinking’ is the word I want to use.
Is this all of that ‘Rebel Without A Cause’ thing? Because being a rebel without, you know, having a single clue about what you are doing? Sounds like ten tons of stupid being put on a back. And the 1970’s (and their backwash into the 1980’s) were just ten tons of stupid.
Look at me! LOOK at ME! I’m a Rebel!
Faugh. Personal dignity ought to be rated higher than it is.
Dear god, please ensure no one ever finds the photos of me with multicolored hair, black leather pants, ripped muscle shirt, and thigh-high spiked boots. Amen.
“Dear god, please ensure no one ever finds the photos of me with multicolored hair, black leather pants, ripped muscle shirt, and thigh-high spiked boots.
Dear god, please ensure no one ever finds the photos of me with multicolored hair, black leather pants, ripped muscle shirt, and thigh-high spiked boots. Amen.
Oh, yeah. The shirt was ruffled and the bow tie could have been used aa a propeller.
Now, at my older brother’s wedding, where I was best man, I put my foot down on one thing. I would not wear a tie or a cummerbund in the same color as the bridesmaids’ dresses.
Photographic dignity was saved for me at least.
N.B.: What do brides have against their bridesmaids?
Worse. The body of the suit was a pastel gold-brown.
Of course I was wearing a plaid sport coat at that wedding, but I was about eleven, and didn’t have veto power – a plaid that would have a Scot asking ‘WTF’?
Freddie’s hair was in the ‘Grizzly Adams’ style without (thank the Lord) the beard. Now at Mary’s wedding, there was one old guy in a leisure suit. That was a treat to see as the wedding was in 1985. At least by then I had a navy blue suit to wear, so there is no embarrasment from that.
Was the pastel blue tux worn when you had the Scott Baio hair? Not to be mean, but that would complete the ensemble. And as Darleen noted, the ruffly-front shirt with the tux colors in the piping, and the enormous bowtie in the same color as the tux. And then to take the girl out to your ride – a Ford Maverick or a Plymouth Volare – freshly washed and waxed, just for this special moment.
Oh – the pub soundsystem is playing Triumph’s “Subdivisions”
In the basement bars,
In the backs of cars –
Conform or be cast out!
For God’s/Gaia’s sake! Be all the rebel you want, just don’t end up looking like the soap-dispenser an old maiden lady aunt has in her guest lavatory. Or someone the police are setting up a dragnet for after the latest ‘slasher murder’.
If that is what is needed to be a rebel, count me out!
oh. Your effortless apprehension leif garrett’s psyche is not as mysterious as it once was.
oh. *of* leif garrett’s psyche I meant. Who’s Joel?
That picture is the definition of OUTLAW.
nice drapes
Got it. Never saw that movie I don’t think.
And I doubt anybody actually wore them, miss clio.
Jeff’s getting ready to rock down to Electric Avenue
where he’ll take it higher.
Actually, it’s more likely I was getting ready to drive around in Howard Livingston’s station wagon all night with the girls, drinking wine coolers before ending up at HoJos for an apple crisp or an order of fries.
You Stud! :P
Where’s the one with the underpants and raybans?
Dude,
What were you on, and where can I get some?!?
Seriously Jeff G, what part of Maryland did you live in then? Were you referring to the HoJo’s in Landover Hills near the B/W parkway..?
Naw. The one of Reisterstown Rd in Pikesville near the 695 on ramp.
Looks like you had been wearing a winter hat and took it off, getting the nice helmet-hair effect.
The funny-sad thing is I see all of these kids and young men running around with the long hair like I had in the 1970’s. I think ‘We did that years ago, we thought it was cool. It wasn’t, it was a true pain. A short haircut is much, much more comfortable and easier to maintain.’
BTW – that doesn’t look ‘Risky Business’, it looks ‘Joanie Loves Chachi’.
Did the diners in Maryland serve those late nite fries with gravy? Because tnat makes them a meal.
I worry about your style meter, Mikey.
I look FLY!
My style meter is way off-line, but that still looks Chachi.
Not quite Tony Danza.
It’s the black shirt. A sweatband might have sealed the deal.
It does look Chachi. Mr. Baio is a good conservative person. Little known fact I think.
“The one of Reisterstown Rd in Pikesville near the 695 on ramp.”
Ahhh, Pikesville…
So the Maryland State Police didn’t have to go far after they’d arrested you…
Being an Outlaw! and all…
There is a certain parallel Chachi on going thing happening here, with a bit of Barry Levinson and all that includes such as the early promise and fall of Mickey Rourke, topped off with a touch of Tom Cruise madness. There are no coincidences.
Jeff in charge, of our days, and our niiights…
Jeff in charge, of our days, and our niiights…
I’m pretty sure I’ve read a feminist critique of Charles in Charge in which the theme song was a major component.
It might have been a parody, though. Hard to tell, sometimes.
SBP, it’s all parody. The only question is whether it’s intentional.
Life’s too short.
But never one’s shorts.
Blast.
#22 SBP:
A feminist critique of Charles In Charge? Really?
I guess someone had already critiqued ‘Eighteenth Century French Shoe Fashions: A Feminist Interpretation of the Patriarchy in the Bourbon Court’.
What kind of wine coolers were you all drinking…
And were those girls over 18, or, you know, underage!
I mean, there might have been some disproportionate power relationship you were exploiting if they were younger…
And plying them with alcohol?
Amanda Marcotte just might have something to say about all that…
Like, Me Too Please!
Looks like it’s the University Of Illinois!
I’m about this close to scanning my 1982 student ID. Or worse…much, much worse…think pre-Gulf War mullet.
Remember when you could get wine coolers in 2 liter plastic bottles? I do. I have a scar on my hand that I told my kids was from mishandling a pocket knife (so be careful boys!) that is actually from slicing my hand open while puking down a storm drain. I was cruising the Roosevelt Mall in NE Philly in a friend’s Monza wagon at the time…you know…for chicks…
Worked out well.
When you see JeffG. twenty five years from now, making his comeback, at Cannes. You will then know my words are true.
More visions of Jeff, twenty five years in the future.
Joe, are you hoping to play the faggot?
Now you’ve got the dead Smurf over your shoulder.
Nice kill.
So, we’re to assume, after viewing an Erin Grey heavy episode of Buck Rodgers, you were captured on Polaroid while riled up…
…before a hot night on the town?
Look, you could have been watching The $6 Million Dollar Man before that.
Or Dukes of Hazzard for all I know.
Just saying.
Erin Grey was fucking hot.
“Remember when you could get wine coolers in 2 liter plastic bottles?”
I banged most of the chicks in New Jersey that year.
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Joe, are you hoping to play the faggot?
I think that is probably going to be Sullivan or Greenwald.
I am trying to go back in time and banging chicks in New Jersey after plying them with two liter wine coolers. But you can’t go home again.
Obviously you were an east coast guy and so behind the truly hip trends at the time as evidenced by the lack of a Puka shell necklace.
….”you can’t go home again.”
“But I guess you can shop there.”
-Martin Blank
Test for finding out if you are gay
Here is another test
You know how you know if you are gay? You took money from Rogers Simon.
Yeah, the shell necklaces. And there were the hooded sweatshirts in the Inca-fabric. Neo-hippie chic.
Is recycling other ‘rebel’ fashion the best that can be done these days?
“I’m a rebel!” “You look like I did twenty-five years ago. And you know what that means? It means you will become exactly like me.” “*gulp*” “Just embrace your pre-packaged corporate-determined rebel-phase and get it over with as quickly as you can with as few photos as possible – oh wait; every digital photo goes into a vast on-line archive. Sucks to be you kids.”
There is nothing more pathetic than an East Coast guy wearing a puka shell necklace. That is guaranteed bonofided gay.
I believe the drinking age was 18 and grandfathered back then. Jeff, you look like my kid brother back when he annoyed the hell outta me alla time.
And to be the middle-aged guy with the short haircut in the navy blue or banker gray suit, white shirt, dark tie, and wingtips? Those photos?
Dude, you are set for the ages.
There are wedding photos. My cousin Freddie, in the mid 1970’s. Long hair, pastel tuxedo. My cousin Mary in the mid 1980’s. Same hall. Black tuxedo for Joel, short hair. My cousin Mitchell last summer. A different hall. He – short hair, black tuxedo.
The 1970’s? A decade that should be dynamited. What the heck were those people thinking? If ‘thinking’ is the word I want to use.
Is this all of that ‘Rebel Without A Cause’ thing? Because being a rebel without, you know, having a single clue about what you are doing? Sounds like ten tons of stupid being put on a back. And the 1970’s (and their backwash into the 1980’s) were just ten tons of stupid.
Look at me! LOOK at ME! I’m a Rebel!
Faugh. Personal dignity ought to be rated higher than it is.
Long hair, pastel tuxedo
BWHAHAHAH!! [trying to catch breath] You need to add – ruffled tuxedo shirts with ruffles edged in color … usually trying to match bride’s colors.
Oh lord, I should scan some of my prom pics ….
Mikey NTH
All I had to do was plug 1970s wedding into Google image search and here’s that tuxedo!!
Dear god, please ensure no one ever finds the photos of me with multicolored hair, black leather pants, ripped muscle shirt, and thigh-high spiked boots. Amen.
“Dear god, please ensure no one ever finds the photos of me with multicolored hair, black leather pants, ripped muscle shirt, and thigh-high spiked boots.
I am so aroused right now.
What?
What are ya’ll looking at?
LYBD, my handcuff belt was confiscated by Security at the Motley Crue concert…
That was YOU!!!???
Best. New Year’s Eve party. Ever.
That was YOU!!!???
Best. New Year’s Eve party. Ever.
(cough)
Just saying.
Erin Grey was fucking hot.
Amen. They’d throw her in beachwear on Silver Spoons during sweeps.
the best part of that shot is the wood paneling and the curtains….I am transported back in time to when that was a symbol of affluence…
I really preferred the other picture thread that had Nena in it. Twice. Can we go back to that happy place?
I wore a pastel baby blue tux with tails.
Yes I did.
I did.
Yes.
Pastel baby blue?
Well Roger just needs to see that pic and we’re in!
Wait…
Did your rented tux shirt have ruffles?
And dry cleaner-sealed pit stains?
Remember. It has to be authentic.
Roger has a business model.
Call me a socialist Euro-weenie, if you must, but pastel baby blue? That is so outré. Verging on outlaw.
You socialist Euro-weenie.
#45 Darleen:
Oh, yeah. The shirt was ruffled and the bow tie could have been used aa a propeller.
Now, at my older brother’s wedding, where I was best man, I put my foot down on one thing. I would not wear a tie or a cummerbund in the same color as the bridesmaids’ dresses.
Photographic dignity was saved for me at least.
N.B.: What do brides have against their bridesmaids?
A good drama can generally use some comic relief.
That’s my theory, anyway.
#46 Darleen:
Worse. The body of the suit was a pastel gold-brown.
Of course I was wearing a plaid sport coat at that wedding, but I was about eleven, and didn’t have veto power – a plaid that would have a Scot asking ‘WTF’?
Freddie’s hair was in the ‘Grizzly Adams’ style without (thank the Lord) the beard. Now at Mary’s wedding, there was one old guy in a leisure suit. That was a treat to see as the wedding was in 1985. At least by then I had a navy blue suit to wear, so there is no embarrasment from that.
#55 Jeff G.:
Was the pastel blue tux worn when you had the Scott Baio hair? Not to be mean, but that would complete the ensemble. And as Darleen noted, the ruffly-front shirt with the tux colors in the piping, and the enormous bowtie in the same color as the tux. And then to take the girl out to your ride – a Ford Maverick or a Plymouth Volare – freshly washed and waxed, just for this special moment.
Oh – the pub soundsystem is playing Triumph’s “Subdivisions”
In the basement bars,
In the backs of cars –
Conform or be cast out!
Creepy – when you think about it.
#57 silverwhistle:
That’s my beef with ‘I’m A Rebel’ culture.
For God’s/Gaia’s sake! Be all the rebel you want, just don’t end up looking like the soap-dispenser an old maiden lady aunt has in her guest lavatory. Or someone the police are setting up a dragnet for after the latest ‘slasher murder’.
If that is what is needed to be a rebel, count me out!
Jeff looks like my brother. The Marines wouldn’t let me grow my hair like that.
Next time, how about Erin Grey pictures? I don’t mean to dis the proprietor, but Jeff pics cannot compete.
Erin Grey!!