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It is, quite simply, The Little Movie That Couldn’t.
What mattered were the lurid adverts at the back of the comic books which promised us a secret life of untold excitement.
The existential mess of modern angst
In spite of everything you’ve read, and in spite of everything Peter Max himself has said he never contributed a single brushstroke to The Beatles’ Yellow Submarine.
Even during their most strained and tense times as a band Nesmith, Tork, and Jones recognised Dolenz’s strength as a vocalist.
The blocky silhouettes and bold use of colour intrigued me to find out more
Have you got anything by The Heaven Seventeen?
Orange is a spicy colour.
Guitar slung low on the hip, leg rested upon the bricks, a red British telephone booth on the back sleeve, and K. West lit up above his head. Immortality achieved.
It’s the 80s now and peace and love is just stupid or whatever.
What’s your horoscope for today?