I’m caught between the upper lip and the whiskers of a strange man. Can’t say why I’m here in this space and time but I know I wanna hang in this moment as long as possible. I know there is stability, there is direction, there is identity. Yes! I wanna ride the ‘stache until I fall asleep for 8 hours straight. Piss in his mouth and roll over instead of getting up. Why because Mustache Man is here for me and I’m here for him.
Mel Street was a country music star who died before his time. Handsome fucker, ain’t he? I really wanted to buy this record but it rang like a lot of middle of the road 70s country music. Kinda dull for this rocker. I am not at the point where I want to spent eight bucks for a hot album cover but this one came close to starting me down that path. Just do me, and Mel, a favor and enjoy his beauty in this old record cover.
If you like spelunking through old vinyl you might know what I’m talking about. Some band photos borderline on some far out Friend Finder profile that I sorta wanna be a part of. Ok not all 70s/80s dudes are “10s” and they were all probably wearing shitty cologne that’s worse than any Axe product on the market. But! You gotta like how frank these photos are. It’s like yer in bed in the band. Kinda freaky!
Inflating a hot air balloon naked seems like a summer activity, don’t it? Anyhow, I found this 70s bro in the UMM archives, and just needed a somewhat decent reason to post it.
Me Ulck, and me want date with hot man meat soon. Me like to hunt foxes, pheasant, and wooly mammoth in Minneapolis park system. Me eat good! Me love warm Minnesota winters! Me horny for sex with modern gay man but don’t tell wife because Ulck in cave closet. Me like anal, oral and me TOP! But right Daddy could flip Ulck! If interested look for Ulck down by big river before fire rises in sky. Me will be carrying big spear!
While jogging through the thrift store today I found a copy of an old record by the band Steam. It contains the amazing soul-rock anthem “Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye” and a lot of other pseudo Motown diddies. Most importantly it’s got some very nice bathhouse images of the band on the front and back cover. What is it about moist young hippies with their sideburns and musky little mustaches that gets me all in kerfuffle? I dunno… I’m pretty sure the band regrets this album cover but I’m also pretty sure a lot of closeted boys in the early 70s were happy with the managements decision on this one.
Here in Minneapolis we are having a nice warm stretch, lotsa sunshine and warm breezes! Unfortunately we got about 10 inches of snow the week before, so everything is covered with melty muck. I choose to look up and close my eyes, breathe in and fantasize about the summer days. Here are a few vintage studs from the UMM archives that get my heart pumping for the heat!
Oh my! It’s Big Dan the Van Man chilling in his van! He might be wearing a wedding band, but don’t worry man, he understands. Talk about the blues band playing at the stand. Stare at his tan, Sunblock! give him a hand. Always good to come with a plan. Because there might be room in that van for one more man, MAN! You never know until you ask Big Dan the Van Man.
I had no idea this sort of thing was going on. I think I’ve taken 1 maybe 2 train rides my entire life and I would have remembered naked men showering underneath a giant downspout. I guess it was before my time. Whatever!
Shake it dirty old man. Shake it!