Telling my dad that all along my interest in the job in Montana was to get me to U.K. Has upset and confused him. He can’t even begin to understand why I would want to go there at all. I talk about the interest in culture and living and he tells me I have no idea. As if he know either. Now he’s looking for plane tickets. He doesn’t understand my feels, bro. I just can’t explain the internal feeling of “home sweet home” when I think of it. I sound mad.

simplybek:

Paris 1967

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rosyramone:

this picture completes my life <3

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sanchopocho:

 They said “Oh! Are you a singer?” And I said: “No!” And so they said “Come up here and try a bit of singing this” There was one song called- which I thought was ridiculous - “I’m a Young Barracuda and don’t you mess with me”. I said: “God! What crap is this?” I didn’t know it was a standard or whatever, I thought Mick had written it, I just thought it was a bit dopey. Then they said: “Try this song;” and it was a Jonathan Richman song, which I was completely unaware of, and they said: “Just sing ‘radio on’ ” or ‘radio one’ or something, so I did. I just ranted it, nonstop and that was the end of that.
- Paul Simonon.

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poetamaldit0:

The Clash GIF

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hrtggpx:

london taping.