Fotos históricas y polémicas de Tito Puente junto a Margaux Hemingway, supermodelo y actriz, nieta del célebre Ernest Hemingway, captadas en 1979 durante una presentación del timbalero en el legendario club nocturno Studio 54, en Nueva York, por el fotógrafo Robin Platzer. El descuido de la modelo con su vestuario convirtió estas imágenes en motivo de escándalo en su época. En ellas se aprecia a Hemingway inclinada, mostrando uno de sus senos mientras participa en una animada sesión de percusión junto al Rey del Timbal. Más allá de la anécdota, las fotografías retratan el ambiente desenfadado y la efervescencia cultural que convirtieron a Studio 54 en uno de los escenarios más emblemáticos de la vida nocturna neoyorquina.
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Astrud Gilberto - Água de Beber
(Live at the Paris Jazz Festival in 1968)
Simple melodies & lyrics make me comfy...
Astrud Gilberto - Vocals
Benny Aronov - Piano
Don Payne - Bass
Don Macdonald - Drums
Happy birthday to Skip James, born on this day in 1902!
His songs have influenced generations of musicians and have been adapted by numerous artists.
He has been hailed as “one of the seminal figures of the blues”.
Gil Scott-Heron and Maestro Brian Jackson with "A Lovely Day" from From South Africa to South Carolina.
An album that brought political consciousness and soul together in a way few records had before or since. Live on BBC’s the Old Grey Whistle Test, 1976.
@thewriterme They did do a reunion in 1988 for the Atlantic Records 40th Anniversary. We were in the room right next to them at Montana Rehearsal Studios in Manhattan. Jason Bonham played drums.
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Excellent Read. Sad and uplifting. Never give up.
Robert Plant
He was twenty-eight years old, leading the most powerful band on the planet, living among private jets, packed stadiums, and seemingly limitless success. Then he heard the voice of his wife, Maureen. And in an instant, everything fell apart.
Karac, their five-year-old son, was dead. A stomach virus, swift and merciless. No warning, no chance to intervene. While Robert sang on the other side of the ocean, his "little mountain man" was gone.
The tour stopped immediately. Plant flew to England in a state of shock that no amount of fame could allay. He found his son in the quiet of the Midlands, surrounded by a grief beyond words. That day, he looked for his bandmates. John Bonham was there, as devastated as he was. Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones were not. They did not show up at the funeral. Years later, they would talk about "respecting space," but for Robert, it was an absence that left a deep scar.
Something inside him cracked. He returned to his farm, stopped drinking, stopped taking drugs, stopped living like a rock star. He said he didn't want to be in Led Zeppelin anymore, that he just wanted to be with his family. He even applied for a job at a teachers' college, ready to leave music forever.
The only one who managed to bring him back was Bonham. Not with pressure, but with friendship. He'd show up at the farm driving a limousine, wearing a chauffeur's hat to make him laugh, and take him out for a quiet drink. He'd remind him that they were friends first, and musicians second. So Robert agreed to give it one last try.
In Through the Out Door was born, an album marked by an undisguised pain. Inside was All My Love, the most intimate tribute Plant ever wrote for his son.
In 1980, they were about to go back on tour. But tragedy wasn't over. On September 24th, during rehearsals, Bonham began drinking like never before. Forty shots of vodka in twelve hours. The next morning, he was dead. He was thirty-two years old.
Led Zeppelin issued a brief, almost terse statement: without Bonham, they couldn't continue. And they kept their word. No farewell tour, no replacement, no nostalgic outing. The biggest band in the world simply stopped.
For the next forty years, promoters from half the planet offered Plant astronomical sums for a reunion. Hundreds of millions for a single tour. Each time, he refused. Fans accused him of selfishness, of stubbornness. But Plant knew something they didn't: the "Golden God" had died in 1977, along with Karac.
Since then, he has built a new musical life. He explored folk, bluegrass, North African rhythms, sang with Alison Krauss, lowered his voice, let go of the cry that had made him immortal. He said he could no longer be that man, because that man no longer existed.
His story overturns the common idea of strength. It's not about moving forward at all costs. It's about knowing when to stop, when to protect what remains of truth. Plant chose his humanity over legend, life over myth.
Today he's seventy-six. He still plays, still creates, tours small venues. But he's never looked back. And perhaps this is his greatest lesson: you can buy everything except the past. And sometimes the bravest thing is to let go of what made you famous to save what made you human.
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James Brown recording "Keep On Driving Down That Funky Road" at Mastersound Studio in Augusta, Georgia, 1978.
The track was never officially released, captured here in Adrian Maben’s documentary, Soul Connection.
Ayer falleció Stacey King, jugador que ganó 3 anillos con los Chicago Bulls y que dejó una de las frases más míticas de la historia de la NBA:
“Siempre recordaré cuando Michael Jordan y yo nos compenetramos para meter 70 puntos entre ambos”
Michael Jordan anotó 69 puntos y él solo 1 punto
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Steve Biko died Sept 12, 1977, age 30, from brain injuries inflicted by apartheid police. Arrested August 18, he was tortured and beaten, then transported naked and comatose to a Pretoria prison hospital—an execution by the state. 💔💔💔