September 15th
alanmerrill:

Alan Merrill Band on stage at the Parkside NYC, Sept 11, 2014. 
Photo by Val Kinzler.
Alan Merrill Band set list -
1) Automatic Pilot / R&R part 2
2) Monitor
3) Sands Of Time
4) Bitches For Breakfast
5) Pontiac Pan
6) Miss Cadillac
7) Slow Down
8) World Of Whores
9) Theo
10) Pink Soup
11) TNTeenager
12) Touch Too Much
13 My Last Night With You
14) I Love Rock N Roll

Thanks Alan ♥

alanmerrill:

Alan Merrill Band on stage at the Parkside NYC, Sept 11, 2014. 

Photo by Val Kinzler.

Alan Merrill Band set list -

1) Automatic Pilot / R&R part 2

2) Monitor

3) Sands Of Time

4) Bitches For Breakfast

5) Pontiac Pan

6) Miss Cadillac

7) Slow Down

8) World Of Whores

9) Theo

10) Pink Soup

11) TNTeenager

12) Touch Too Much

13 My Last Night With You

14) I Love Rock N Roll

Thanks Alan ♥

20140915 @ 2022
September 12th
20140912 @ 2028
alanmerrill:

Alan Merrill Band on stage at the Parkside NYC, Sept 11, 2014. 
Photo by Val Kinzler.

Did you keep a set list for this one, Alan? :) 

alanmerrill:

Alan Merrill Band on stage at the Parkside NYC, Sept 11, 2014. 

Photo by Val Kinzler.

Did you keep a set list for this one, Alan? :) 

20140912 @ 1800
September 11th
uncledynamite:

I don’t think I’ve written about September 11th before.
I’m driving someone to the airport today and it occurs to me I’ve never written about September 11th. Nothing’s going to happen, I tell myself. And nothing will.
I wasn’t in New York on September 11th, I didn’t lose a loved one, and it’s all been written. Millions and millions and millions of words. Talk about that day and you can get put in your place very quickly. A cousin, a classmate, a dear friend, a wife. Gone. You only saw it unfold on tv. They live it every day. That’s okay. I don’t need to put myself at the center. Even at a few removes it was, and remains, pretty painful.
Premature death is a theft, a taking, a hole in the fuselage of life. You try to keep flying but the cabin pressure is gone. You spin and spin and the ground rushes up to meet you.
Lift someone out of the photos and never put them back. What do the others do? How do they go on?
I’ve come to know some of the people immediately affected in the years since. We don’t talk about it. The brave, optimistic, worn faces of spouses left behind. Carrying on. Placing one foot in front of the other. The smiles of children that exactly mirror the smiles of dead mothers and dead fathers is almost too much to bear. If we can’t wrap our minds around it, how can they?
But they do. They live. They remarry. They raise the kids. They try to smooth out the warping, and oftentimes it works. They hover a bit, it must be admitted, but that’s okay. We hover over their kids, too, the orphans of Fate. Have a thought for such people today. They’re keeping inside, avoiding the television, only taking calls from relations, putting on brave faces for the kids. Breakfast for dinner.

uncledynamite:

I don’t think I’ve written about September 11th before.

I’m driving someone to the airport today and it occurs to me I’ve never written about September 11th. Nothing’s going to happen, I tell myself. And nothing will.

I wasn’t in New York on September 11th, I didn’t lose a loved one, and it’s all been written. Millions and millions and millions of words. Talk about that day and you can get put in your place very quickly. A cousin, a classmate, a dear friend, a wife. Gone. You only saw it unfold on tv. They live it every day. That’s okay. I don’t need to put myself at the center. Even at a few removes it was, and remains, pretty painful.

Premature death is a theft, a taking, a hole in the fuselage of life. You try to keep flying but the cabin pressure is gone. You spin and spin and the ground rushes up to meet you.

Lift someone out of the photos and never put them back. What do the others do? How do they go on?

I’ve come to know some of the people immediately affected in the years since. We don’t talk about it. The brave, optimistic, worn faces of spouses left behind. Carrying on. Placing one foot in front of the other. The smiles of children that exactly mirror the smiles of dead mothers and dead fathers is almost too much to bear. If we can’t wrap our minds around it, how can they?

But they do. They live. They remarry. They raise the kids. They try to smooth out the warping, and oftentimes it works. They hover a bit, it must be admitted, but that’s okay. We hover over their kids, too, the orphans of Fate. Have a thought for such people today. They’re keeping inside, avoiding the television, only taking calls from relations, putting on brave faces for the kids. Breakfast for dinner.

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20140911 @ 0726
September 7th

alanmerrill:

Alan Merrill Band at the Grand Victory club Brooklyn NY Sept 6, 2014. Bass guitar Amy Madden, drums Mark Brotter. Special guest- Richard Dev Greene on the “I Love Rock N Roll” choruses.

Great setlist :D Wish I’d been there. 

20140907 @ 2226
September 1st
alanmerrill:

Photo in a Japanese music magazine 1970, Alan Merrill at Expo ‘70 in Osaka Japan.
Thanks to Hitomi Ohmori for finding this rare picture.

I love when these “new” old pictures turn up. It’s nice to see you enjoying new things to see :) 

alanmerrill:

Photo in a Japanese music magazine 1970, Alan Merrill at Expo ‘70 in Osaka Japan.

Thanks to Hitomi Ohmori for finding this rare picture.

I love when these “new” old pictures turn up. It’s nice to see you enjoying new things to see :) 

20140901 @ 1905
August 26th
alanmerrill:

I’ll be back in Tokyo Japan, solo acoustic shows, November 8th and 9th 2014.  Special guest John Fannon (New England). Really looking forward to these shows.

alanmerrill:

I’ll be back in Tokyo Japan, solo acoustic shows, November 8th and 9th 2014.  Special guest John Fannon (New England). Really looking forward to these shows.

20140826 @ 2201
August 19th

alanmerrill:

My band Arrows and friends doing some weight lifting at our publicist Bill Harry’s local pub, The Reden in Queensway, London England 1975. I’m wearing a raincoat in case somebody couldn’t hold their “yard of ale” down.

20140819 @ 2057
August 16th

pulmyears:

August 16, 1977, Elvis Presley died in Memphis, TN.

The weird thing is that when it happened, 42 did seem old. Now 42 is the new 24

20140816 @ 0630