September 27th
alanmerrill:

1979 photo of Alan Merrill by Andy Seymour.  Runner (Island Records) band promotion photo.

always loved this one

alanmerrill:

1979 photo of Alan Merrill by Andy Seymour.  Runner (Island Records) band promotion photo.

always loved this one

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alanmerrill:

Alan Merrill Live In Japan album cover. Recorded in 1990 in Tokyo, Nagoya and Osaka.

alanmerrill:

Alan Merrill Live In Japan album cover. Recorded in 1990 in Tokyo, Nagoya and Osaka.

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alanmerrill:

junmoonspoon:

アラン・メリル Alan Merrill &  ハニー・レーヌ Honey Lane, 主婦の友 1971.

Glam rock meets traditional Japan! Me and my friend Honey Lane doing a modeling shoot for Shufu No Tomo magazine 1971!

She’s so pretty. Are you still in touch eg via Facebook? 

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alanmerrill:

The AM2 project live at the venue Choga New York City, in Greenwich Village. Alan Merrill (guitar/vocals), Amy Madden (bass guitar/vocals), Mark Brotter (percussion) and Danny Walsh (sax) played on Sept 19th 2014.

Thanks to the audience members for the photos!

another great show I’m sure :) 

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September 24th
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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 ♥

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September 12th
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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? :) 

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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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