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wo 16 feb 2011, 12:47

[quote name="Baphomet"]Die serveerster op de hoes heeft trouwens als naam Libby. Wat zou kunnen duiden op een plaatsje in Montana, maar ook net zo goed op iets anders.

Over dat plaatsje is wel een documentaire gemaakt en daarnaast heeft het plaatsje de bijnaam: "God's Country"

Hier meer over Libby in Montana:

http://www.bitsofnews.com/content/view/6852/

En hier meer over de docu:

http://www.highplainsfilms.org/fp_libby.html

Al met al geen verder complot dus... ;-)

Ze serveert mijns inziens en glas Orange Juice... Ach en daar is vast ook wel weer een conspiracy over te vinden...

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EDIT: Ja dus...

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DUDE ! LIBBY...as in SCOOTER LIBBY ??? DicK Cheney's Handler LIBBY ?? -> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scooter_Libby ???
[YES]Equality of Opportunity - [NO]Equality of Outcome
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*grin* heb dankzij het doodspelen van deze muziek op radio in Australie nooit iets mee gehad...mijn broer heeft echter ooit bij het strooien van poedermelk in zijn Quoffie gezongen "CREAMER, YOu?E NOThINg but A CREamer!" en ik kwam niet meer bij!! kwam er zo onverwacht uit, en sindsdien kan ik het spul niet zien zonder daar aan te denken.. RIP my dear Bro (18/9/64-17/3/2010 )
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za 04 jun 2011, 18:16

Well I don't care about the summer rain

I know it's good for the garden

Don't care what blue skies, they turn to grey

When you come around and try to run me down

The storm clouds darken...mmm...yeah



I don't get down when the leaves go brown

It's just a charm of the season

Well things in nature have their reason

But when you come along and try to do me wrong



Well the first time I'll ignore it

But don't you push me beyond the pale

But then you're going to find there's no more water in the well

And you may think you're going to walk right all over me

But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee



The wind blows cold as the year grows old

Yeah that's just the natural way it goes

I feel a chill from my head down to my toes

Each time you call my name and tell me I'm to blame



Well the first time I'll ignore it but don't you push beyond the pale

Then you're going to find there's no more water in the well

And you may think you're going to walk right all over me

But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee

I said the first time I'll ignore it but don't you push me beyond the pale

And then you're going to find there's no more water in the well

You may think you're going to walk right all over me

There's a sting in the tail of this honey bee



Yes there's a sting in the tail well the cold wind's going to blow

Let it rain, let it snow

And don't give me your grief, I can't take it any more...
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Good times bad times
Plymouth retailer Unity MacLean has keen insights on Led Zeppelin. After all, she was once its publicist.
By Mark Pothier, Globe Staff, 11/11/2003

PLYMOUTH -- Unity MacLean leans against the counter of her Plymouth shop and with a plush Oxford accent chats about drugs and decadence as if she is recounting a day at the office. But at her former place of employment, a productive week was one that ended in chaos before calamity, and the bottom line became a bottomless supply of cocaine. "When I look back at it, I was in a very dangerous situation," she says. "It was quite nasty at the end."

Today, MacLean deals in such Anglo essentials as Yorkshire pudding, Cornish pasties, and Walkers potato crisps at British Imports, which she opened 21 years ago.



Some regular customers swear that the Court Street store's stock of Cadbury chocolates is surpassed only by its owner's sweetness. Few realize that this short woman with a long laugh is a walking "Behind the Music" episode.

From 1975 until after drummer John Bonham's death in 1980, MacLean worked in a two-story building on London's Kings Road as Led Zeppelin's publicist. They were the waning years of an era when rock stars were treated like deities, except God did not electrify his pearly gates to repel fans. Zeppelin hoarded the trappings of 1970s excess, including their own record label (Swan Song), a commercial-size Boeing, willing girls of hazy ages, and enough illegal substances to finance a South American dictator.

MacLean had an advantage over other applicants for the publicist's position: She was qualified. "I was in the A&R Department at CBS Records, and the people [Zeppelin] had working for them up until that point were mostly hangers-on, drug dealers, or people they liked the look of," she says.

Richard Cole, the band's longtime tour manager and coauthor of "Stairway to Heaven: Led Zeppelin Uncensored," says MacLean remained calm amid the maelstrom. "Unity had an impossible task. You couldn't get anything done," he says by telephone from Los Angeles. "But she was always the same -- very polite." (In the book's first chapter, Cole sweats out heroin in a Rome jail while reading a letter from MacLean about Bonham's fatal vodka binge.)

MacLean and her husband, Bruce, came to the United States in 1982 to be near his ailing mother in Hingham. They live in Plymouth, and have two children -- Luke, 22, and Alexandra, 17 -- neither of whom is a music "disciple" like their parents were, Bruce says. Unity has not spoken with the three surviving members of Led Zeppelin since leaving England. "They were in one country, I was in another. You just tend to lose touch with people," she says. "There wasn't a falling out."

And while it has been a long time since she rock 'n' rolled, MacLean's past persists like a live-album drum solo. "How the West Was Won," a collection of previously unreleased California concert performances from 1972, topped the CD charts earlier this year. Jimmy Page guitar riffs are an academic requirement in the Jack Black film "The School of Rock." And Lisa Robinson writes in the November issue of Vanity Fair that a "new generation has discovered the band" through Cadillac commercials fueled by the 32-year-old song "Rock and Roll."

"It's really quite amazing to go into a store and see a 17-year-old wearing a Led Zeppelin T-shirt," MacLean says.

The fans she remembers were not as well-heeled as the Escalade drivers lip-synching to Robert Plant ("Those people probably have never heard that music in their lives"), but MacLean, 54, can identify with the television spot's soft-sell affluence. She was born in Windsor, England, and grew up in the Buckinghamshire countryside. Her mother's family owned two estates and an apartment. Her father was a nationally known cricket player "who loved the press." She, her sister, and two brothers delighted in his television interviews because Dad had a secret signal. "He would pull on his ear or scratch his nose, and that was the `Hello, kids,' " she says.

The family moved to London's rarefied St. John's Wood section when MacLean was 14. She soon discovered a less sedate neighborhood. "I met a girl at the bus stop, and she said she was going down to Kings Road for some coffee. All these bohemian people were around there, and they seemed to have such exciting lifestyles. We made one cup of coffee last four hours."

To her parents' dismay, the Hurst Lodge girls' school in Sunningdale (which Duchess Sarah Ferguson also attended) and a six-month stay in Australia failed to douse her fascination with counterculture. By age 17, there was "a break in family relations, and I was out on the street, living with a girlfriend."

For the next 15 years, MacLean traveled a fast lane crowded with celebrities and wrecks.

Joining the band

She spent several years working as a real estate agent before turning a temporary position into a career. Bruce MacLean knew CBS's Dave Margereson (best known as manager of the band Supertramp) and in 1971 heard he was looking for a fill-in secretary. Unity was hired, impressed Margereson, and stayed at CBS until 1975. Early on, she forged a casual friendship with a regular visitor to the office -- Bob Marley, protege of singer Johnny Nash. In 1972, Nash's version of Marley's "Stir it Up" became an international hit.

"Bob used to sit around the office, and everyone was extremely rude to him," she says. "I liked him, although he did speak with an awfully weird patois."

The Who's Keith Moon attended her 1972 wedding. Moon's affection for alcohol and hurling large objects from windows made him a high-risk guest, but he was "a perfect gentleman," MacLean says. "Keith came in and said, `Oh, you don't seem to have a lot to drink here.' He got us bottles and bottles of champagne."

Eventually, MacLean secured an interview with Peter Grant, Zeppelin's manager. Grant's size (almost 300 pounds) matched his reputation for intimidation.

"He was a creep," says Cynthia Sach, 63, speaking from her London home in a raspy voice reminiscent of Keith Richards's growl. "He had to wield his power over people." Sach worked alongside MacLean, and they have kept in contact through the years. "We were quite strong people, so we could handle [Grant], whereas other people buckled under," she says. "Unity is a strong Scorpio."

Grant, who died from a heart attack in 1995, ran the business "like the mob," according to Bruce MacLean, who sometimes worked with obscure bands being considered for Swan Song recording contracts. "He thought he was the godfather." One of Grant's tactics was to maintain job insecurity in the organization.

"I was always fired anytime Peter got angry with me," Unity says. "I used to phone up Richard [Cole] and he'd say, `Oh, take no note. Peter will forget about it in the morning. See you in the office, luv, bye.' "

Mornings did not usually begin until afternoon for Grant. He would arrive with "bagfuls of smack and cocaine, stick an ordinary key in some cocaine, and put it under your nose," MacLean says. "There were huge rocks -- he'd never bother to chop them -- and his little group of thugs would get more fired up as they did more coke."

One of her responsibilities was to keep such scenes out of the London tabloids. In fact, she says, Grant ordered her to avoid publicizing the band altogether, reckoning that the absence of information would enhance its "mystique." Press releases were supplanted by tales of sexual escapades and Page's obsession with the occult (mere curiosity, according to MacLean).

"Mayhem used to come to that office," Cole says. "All the time."

The haze of fame

On a Saturday afternoon at British Imports, MacLean straightens a stack of PG Tips tea while "Hey Jude" hovers a notch above background volume. Zeppelin is "too much for the customers" she says, especially the first two albums, her favorites. Elaine and Errol Finkelstein, a Welsh couple who two years ago moved to Duxbury from South Africa, have popped in for Irish sausage. Until now, they had not heard about MacLean's previous life.

"Well, I hope you were their financial manager," Errol says, as if he is expecting someone to let him in on a joke.

After they leave, MacLean talks about the band members, whom she calls "ordinary blokes trying to make a living."

John "Bonzo" Bonham treated his body like the drum kits he pummeled and was prone to binges and blackouts. "When he was in a good mood he was a pussycat, very gregarious, generous to a fault," she says. "He'd always be the one to say to me, `You're doing a great job, we really appreciate having you here.' But he was not the sort of person you'd want to be around when he was angry. Sometimes you thought he must be joking because he was so angry."

John Paul Jones -- like Bill Wyman in the Rolling Stones and John Entwistle in the Who -- played the strong, silent type. "They called him `Gentleman Jonesy,' " MacLean says. "He'd always be presentable, in tiptop form. Just a kind of ordinary guy."

"Robert [Plant] wore fancy turquoise jewelry and big belts and looked very dapper when he came in, whereas Jimmy would ask the girls in the office to hem his pants because they'd be dragging along the ground."

Bonham, Jones, and Plant were "beholden" to Page despite his "waiflike" appearance, she says. But his business sense and musical agility dissipated as his drug intake mushroomed (speedballs, an injected combination of cocaine and heroin, were preferred). It created scenarios that rivaled "This Is Spinal Tap" for absurdity.

"Jimmy was so lost in his haze that it was difficult to know how he would be from one day to the next. He could be hours, days late for rehearsal. It got to the point where Robert would say, `We're going to start at 2, which means Jimmy won't be there until 5, so we won't get there until 5.' When Jimmy worked that out, he didn't get there until 7. It was a bit of a game."

Cole, who has become a drug counselor and drives Sharon Osbourne's father around Los Angeles, says, "You would never get them in one place at one time." On a 1977 West Coast tour, he recalls, "They decided they each wanted assistants, and therefore I had to have an assistant to speak to their assistants."

MacLean admits to using cocaine "after business hours" but says being a witness to the downward spiral of Zeppelin's inner circle kept her in check. An incident at a Christmas office party typified the unstable atmosphere: "There was a commotion in the hall downstairs. Jimmy's girlfriend Charlotte had been looking everywhere for him, and he was saying, `Tell her I'm not here.' When she saw Jimmy she whacked him across his face. Blood was all over the wall because she had thick rings on. I was amazed at the violence."

On Sept. 25, 1980, Bonham's body was discovered in Page's Windsor home. He was 32. MacLean was at work when she heard the news from reporters. Grant ordered the office closed, she says, and "the color drained out of my cheeks."

"I waited three months and quit. I was pregnant with Luke and didn't want to bring a child into a world surrounded by people who were dying or hellbent on killing each other."

Two summers ago, the MacLeans saw Plant perform at the Tweeter Center in Mansfield. "He was awful," Bruce says. Unity prefers to remember a younger version "preening in front of a mirror." They did not attempt to go backstage.

"I haven't had a dull life," MacLean says with a smile that crinkles her face. "I'm glad I did all those things."

But her gaze is not fixed on the old days. She is content to relive Led Zeppelin through the music and occasional story requests from fans who were not born when the band died. Twenty-three years later, a storefront on Court Street suits her better than a stairway to heaven.

bron: http://www.boston.com/news/globe/living ... bad_times/
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wo 26 okt 2011, 03:25

Prachtig dat QFF Qlassics... Dan kom je opeens deze weer tegen!

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Het blijft wel héél extreem toevallig dit...
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Bumperdebumperdebump!

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za 02 mar 2013, 01:15

Nog meer geniaals:

http://vanshardware.com/2012/03/1970s-r ... knowledge/

En we worden wederom netjes als bron genoemd!!
Not only does “Libby” appear to be drawing attention to the Twin Towers, but hovering over the Towers is the number “911.” This bizarre and apparently intentional aspect of the Supertramp record sleeve was first reported on QFF.
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za 02 mar 2013, 11:55

Kijk, credit when credit's due. Leuk!

Alleen dit hieronder is weer zo jammer....

"I hate that record! I wouldn’t be surprised if it was satanic. "

Ik vraag me wel eens af hoeveel mensen nu werkelijk beseffen waar het ware satanisme voor staat.
Zelfs hier op QFF moet je die met een lampje zoeken ....

Ik ga 'm zometeen effe lekker draaien. :P
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za 02 mar 2013, 12:27

[video][/video]

:whistle:

@ Free Electron: Je hebt helemaal gelijk aangaande dat Satanisme hoor! Mensen zien dat serieus verkeerd...

Of zien alleen wat ze willen zien...

In het liedje Crime Of The Century, zingen ze er zelfs over...

Let ook op de videoclip... :woohoo:

[video][/video]
Now they're planning the crime of the century
Well what will it be?
Read all about their schemes and adventuring
It's well worth a fee
So roll up and see
And they rape the universe
How they've gone from bad to worse
Who are these men of lust, greed, and glory?
Rip off the masks and let's see.
But that's not right - oh no, what's the story?
There's you and there's me
That can't be right
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za 02 mar 2013, 12:47

De plek waar het bewuste album is opgenomen, de Village Recorer in West LA is dan ook niet voor niets een tempel van de M3T2...

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Afbeelding

Dat fluit symbool is ook zo lekker toepasselijk!

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Al fluitend metselen...

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wo 22 jan 2014, 23:31

Dit blijft toch wel mijn meest weirde ontdekking ooit!
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When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me.
But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, oh responsible, practical.
And then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world's asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am
I said now watch what you say they'll be calling you a radical,
a liberal, oh fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!
Oh Take it take it yeah!

But at night, when all the world's asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am,
Who I am x 3 !!!

Who knows who's so logical.
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wo 22 jan 2014, 23:40

420 time



It was an early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on

Like a king without a castle
Like a queen without a throne
I'm an early morning lover
And I must be moving on

Now I believe in what you say
Is the undisputed truth
But I have to have things my own way
To keep me in my youth

Like a ship without an achor
Like a slave without a chain
Just the thought of those sweet ladies
Sends a shiver through my veins

And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I'll never look behind me
My troubles will be few

Goodbye stranger it's been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true
Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane
Will we ever meet again
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, feel no pain

Now some they do and some they don't
And some you just can't tell
And some they will and some they won't
With some it's just as well

You can laugh at my behavior
That'll never bother me
Say the devil is my savior
But I don't pay no heed

And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I'll never look behind me
My troubles will be few
Goodbye stranger it's been nice etc...
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Ik kan er nog steeds niet bij...
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot

Take a jumbo across the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do

Could we have kippers for breakfast
Mummy dear, Mummy dear
They got to have 'em in Texas
Cos everyone's a millionaire

I'm a winner, I'm a sinner
Do you want my autograph
I'm a loser, what a joker
I'm playing my jokes upon you
While there's nothing better to do

Don't you look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot

Take a jumbo cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do
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