Showing posts with label Manson thrift score Ed Sanders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manson thrift score Ed Sanders. Show all posts

life's stuff on the side of the road

on the floor- feeding the cats at The house
have i reviewed this book yet ? well if i haven't here's the short version anyway- not only is this book wrapped in one of the greatest dust jacketed pieces of art of all time but on the inside is a legal document stating that this book will no longer be printed- Charles Manson is in the news a whole lot these days- one of his ladies recently died in prison and one of the gals was released -
i guess the back story is- is that back in the seventies when this story went down the counter culture wasn't sure if the family actually did any of these crimes/ or if Nixon and Reagan the Governor of California at the time was framing these poor hippies and their little family of nuts-
so Ed Saunders*/who had shit loads of counter culture street cred- flew to California and disguised as a wandering mystic and acid fried lunatic infiltrated the Church of the Process and the remnants of the family to find out the real story- this book is the real story and it is insane and wonderfully written and so captivating- but you'll have to find a used copy from the seventies- it is sadly out of print
and so good- i read it twice



this little zine used to be so great- before the Internet and all you e-bay sellers ruined the thrift shops with/ pickers and sellers and dealers racing to yard sales at 7 am, but back in the old days this fanzine was all there was espousing the beauty of thrift stores run by old ladies and whacked& wigged out church basements, capturing the smells and the stains with a hand plucked charm i will forever miss and cherish- plus she used to print my panty and bra manikin photos-
the author later wrote a book and made it big- i wonder if she's on etsy ?



the back of this photo says- My buck - found while trash picking with El Mutante who taught me a great junk picking trick- here it is, never go through the bags and boxes on the side of the road- throw them all in the truck and sort it all out later- fast and efficient - at home





same trash pile - i love this Kodachrome moment- so blue and white and red and captured- the tree the boys jacket, the ridiculously small hill- the blades of grass in the foreground





mom or grandma dressed up for Halloween- but fuck that- look at the living room- the couch the table that thing on the coffee table /the matching lamps /the wedding photo tucked in the back/ the blue carpet- and she is completely RED WHITE AND BLUE outrageous- does anyone else remember that the whole country went bicentennial mad in 1976- the whole county was fake federal/early American furniture and tri-colors over massively bad hair/ 1976 was a piece of shit
two other blogs also- or not-
http://mountoctopus.blogspot.com/ father & son art work
http://blownbrown.blogspot.com/ east coast cars and a dodge rampage

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