I discovered a couple of sites that dwell on nostalgia, and they both may keep you occupied for hours, so you’ve been warned.
The first site is the “Internet K Hole”, a stunning compilation of photos, mostly from the era of 1969 to about 1990. Random, sprawling, and at times shocking (there is a small amount of flashing, pants dropping and sleazy sex, so it’s NSFW), this reads like a cross section of America, with all its fads, fun and bad haircuts on display.
Punk rock, hair bands, mullets, beaches, kids on Halloween, guns, Vietnam tours, drunks, mug shots, are all covered.
According to this interview, a woman who goes only by “Babs” curates this collection of photos, mainly found at yard sales, swap meets, and scoured from the internet. She admits that some of the photos are of her and her friends.
Here’s a sampling:
The other site is called “My Dad Was In A Band” and it chronicles both the sons and daughters of famous bands like Oingo Boingo and the sons and daughters of bands that toiled at local bars and high school dances. A compelling view of rock dreams achieved and sometimes shattered.
The stories can be both tragic and uplifting, but they’re well edited and always pretty interesting.
The stories I find interesting are the ones from children who find out much later in life that their dad used to bang out rock n roll in a cheesy band.
I was introduced to my dad’s music once I had already grown up. I’m sure I heard some of it when I was a kid, but never thought much of it. I knew he played bass for some bands and spent some time in England, but I didn’t really know much beyond that. I didn’t really get into music and specifically hard rock and metal, ’til I was in my late teens and early 20′s. Being a huge Motörhead fan, I read Lemmy’s autobiography. I was pretty blown away by the portion where he talks about his leaving Hawkwind, and the “bloke” who replaced him, a bassist by the name of Paul Rudolph in 1976. I haven’t seen my dad in ages, but I ran to the computer and sure enough, it was the same dude. Pretty crazy. –Nyco Rudolph, son of bassist Paul Rudolph.