Paris, 1970

Just realized how lots of intriguing things took place in 1970. 

The ambitious project called Aswan Dam was completed on that fateful year. An achievement which, eventually, lead up to such things as the increase in bilharzias parasitic infection on the unsuspecting local population. 

The Beatles break up on the same time. Leading up, of course, to the glorious murder of John Lennon. Hell, the first ever introduction of computer Floppy Disks was done on the same year!

Let’s not forget the more blood-smeared episodes of a Palestinian militant groups’ hijacking of five airplanes around the globe. On that note, we shouldn’t forget the shooting at Kent State University either…

Glorious, epic times indeed. Nothing, however, as epic and glorious as the live show done by Mr. Osborne and friends, in Paris, sometime in 1970…

Killers’ Eyes (and Ears)

Some say you can tell from a person’s eyes if he/she has killed before. It’s that thousand miles-sight in a killer’s eye, so they say. Empty, vacant, indifferent. Glad I have met a few of such intriguing characters.

As fucked up as it may sound, I think you can also sense where a person has been from their taste of music. At least that’s how it seemed with what some of my uncanny acquaintances prefer to listen to. Does it say much about their character?

Maybe. Maybe not.

It’s still is nice to know that some who are more misanthropic and less scrupulous than others also have good taste in music.

4th Volume of The Sabbath (1972)

The Beastly Number (1982)