Many words have been used to describe GG Allin. ‘Individualist,’ ‘anti-authoritarian,’ and ‘unique’ are among the nicest. ‘Violent,’ ‘chaotic,’ and ‘madman’ are some others.

All those identifiers are true, but if you asked GG Allin how he would describe himself, he’d say just one thing: that he was “the last true rock and roller.” And, depending on your definition of rock and roll, he might have been.

From his humble roots in rural New Hampshire, to being on stage and defecating (yes, defecating) in front of thousands, one thing was for sure: GG Allin was definitely something.

After graduating high school in Concord, Vt. in 1975, it’s no surprise that GG Allin eschewed further education. Instead, he pursued his music, channeling his idols Alice Cooper and the Rolling Stones and breaking into the scene as a drummer. He performed with several bands and formed two with Merle Jr.

Eventually, in 1977, he found a permanent gig playing the drums and singing backup for punk rock band The Jabbers. Allin stayed with them until 1984 and put out his debut album Always Was, Is and Always Shall Be with them. In the mid-80s, tensions over Allin’s unwillingness to compromise caused the band to split.

GG Allin carried the weight of his childhood throughout his life, constantly bucking authority to make up for the years under his father’s crushing thumb. Those he was close to – though far and few between – saw his total embodiment of rock and roll as an escape from consumerism and commercialism, and as a desire to return rock and roll music to its rebellious roots.

Though the two seem polar opposites GG Allin idolized country music legend Hank Williams. Williams, like Allin, was a quiet loner with a persistent drinking habit, who traveled light and often, and wanted nothing more than to embody his music. Despite the fact that Allin’s music never really took off, due to poor recording and distribution, he continued to perform, and draw crowds of hundreds of punk kids.

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When trying to find out more all i got was quotes, i know theyre from Italy and thats about it.

Travel to the Piazza della Signoria in Florence, and you will be treated to an astonishing exhibition of Renaissance art. That’s because the square has a sizable collection of priceless statues including Hercules and Cacus by Bandinelli, The Rape of the Sabine Women by Giambologna and the Medici lions. However, the statue that garners the most attention is, without a doubt, Cellini’s masterpiece, Perseus with the Head of Medusa.

The name of the artwork is pretty self-explanatory. Cellini depicts a triumphant Perseus lifting Medusa’s head in the air, her lifeless body by his feet. The story is a popular one in Greek mythology that still resonates with the public to this day. The statue was commissioned by Cosimo I de Medici when he became grand duke and was unveiled to the public in 1554. Back then, Perseus shared the piazza with the aforementioned Hercules statue, Michelangelo’s David, and Donatello’s Judith and Holofernes. However, while Michelangelo and Donatello’s statues were taken to museums and copies put in place, the original Perseus stayed in the square for almost 500 years, only being covered briefly for restorations.

Cellini found an odd way to sign his work (besides putting his name on Perseus’s sash). If you look at Perseus’s head from the back, you can see that his helmet and his hair form a face and a beard. Although not a perfect likeness, many agree that Cellini sculpted himself in the back of his hero’s head.

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A time spent wondering whether a favourite album would suddenly get mangled by the music system. Hoping something one hadn't played for over eight months would not leave a thick layer of gunk on the head of the audio deck. Which is not to deny the undeniable charm of cassettes.

Of course, vinyls are back too - the sales are up 38 per cent for 2014 in America alone according to Nielsen's Soundscan - but that's understandable. A music fan gets the album art in all its full-sized glory. And some albums - especially 'busy' progressive rock from the 1970s - sound better and not just different.

An average listener skips a song every four minutes. And so vinyls: A rejection of living in an age where music is imminently disposable and takes up almost no physical space in your life, lurking in the innards of your computer or phone. Warts and all, LPs are a sign that you are willing to commit time, space and a small fortune to music. If that's not love, I don't know what is. Tapes, though? That's just masochism. 

"If you’ve ever felt the urge to watch a film noir marathon while surfing the most polluted Southern California waves you can find, high on at least three different kinds of hallucinogens, Inherent Vicewill be your new favorite movie. If you’ve never had that urge, then I’m giving you fair warning: that’s what watching Inherent Vice feels like. If that doesn’t sound like your idea of a great time, at least metaphorically speaking, well then, proceed with caution, I suppose."

For starters, Thomas Pynchon, the author of the book that Paul Thomas Anderson adapted, is not exactly known for being an “easy read.” My eyes transmitted every word of his doorstopper-sized National Book Award-winner Gravity's Rainbow to my brain, but I'm emotionally secure enough to tell you, friend, that there were vast sections in which I was very much at sea, even if individual turns of phrase popped out and delighted.

"Watching this movie is an exercise in patience. It may at times (maybe LOTS of times) feel like you’re being told the plot of a Raymond Chandler novel by a guy who just took mushrooms. You’re following a private investigator who at any moment may fall asleep/pass out/be knocked unconscious in an alley and forget where he was taking you. But the work pays off. This is possibly the least PT Andersondy of all Anderson’s work. There are no (or at least few) big camera tricks; he’s telling Pynchon’s story more than his own, but the two brands of weird mesh together perfectly. And just like in The Master, Anderson taps into the innate weirdness of his new muse Joaquin Phoenix, but in a way that’s a lot more fun for everyone involved. Inherent Vice may make you work for it, but ultimately it’s worth the fight. You just have to give in."

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"Yeah, I'll be dead 50 years from now, baby, so let's get it on" sorta lines. We're talking about songs that nail specifics, like date, cause and even the tiniest details of their deaths. Were these Famous Musicians Who Correctly Predicted Their Own Death clairvoyant? Or did they just get lucky in guessing their unlucky demises?

 Jimi Hendrix recorded a self-mythologizing song called 'The Ballad of Jimi' that not only elevated the subject of the song (some dude named Jimi) to a sort of heroic status, it also predicted his death.

John Lennon famously retired from the shackles of fame and the music business in 1975, walking away from his myth and legend to take care of his baby son. Five years later, he returned to the studio to lay down a whole bunch of songs that would result in the 'Double Fantasy' album.

Jim Morrison  was out with his friends at the L. A. watering hole Barney’s Beanery in October 1970, mourning the recent death of fellow musician and friend, Janis Joplin. Jimi Hendrix had died just a few weeks before, and the morbid vibe hit the group hard -especially Morrison. “You’re drinking with number three,” his friends remember him saying, in reference to the recent deaths. “That’s right, number three.” On July 3rd 1971 he died under murky circumstances in Paris, becoming the third member of their rock star coterie to die in less than a year.

Jeff Buckley eerily foreshadowed his death in the song “Dream Brother” in which he sang, “That dark angel he is shuffling in/Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled/Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over/Dream brother, dream brother, dream, dream.” “Dream asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over.” Buckley and his friends went to the Wolf River Harbor in Memphis on May 29th, 1997 to swim, where Buckley drowned under cloudy circumstances. He was fully dressed when he went in the water, which has caused some fans to speculate whether it was a suicide.

At the time of Mark Twain's predication, the last time Haley's Comet was seen was the year he was born. Because of this, he said that Haley's Comet not passing at the time of his death as well would be the greatest disappointment of his life. The day after the arrival of Haley's Comet in 1910, Twain dropped dead of a heart attack at the age of 74.

Seriously. Klein was unsatisfied with all of the options available when it came to the color blue, so he created and patented his own–International Klein Blue. He also wrote 20-minute symphonies that consisted of a single note and used entire human beings as paintbrushes. His greatest trick, however, was trying to convince the world he could fly.

Legendary producer and songwriter Phil Spector is one of those guys who is batshit insane, but you'd never know it from his calm, reassuring exterior.

Like the time he put a loaded gun to Leonard Cohen's head. Or that one time when he fired a shot in the studio while he was working with John Lennon. Or all of the other times he allegedly pulled guns on the artists he worked with. But if one incident takes the cake over all of them, it would be the time when Phil allegedly held The Ramones at gunpoint, while working on their End of the Centuryalbum.

According to bassist Dee Dee Ramone, while in the studio Phil pulled Joey Ramone away for a private meeting. Dee Dee went off in search of the pair, at which point he says Spector emerged at the top of a staircase, waving a pistol around.

After Dee Dee objected to, you know, having a gun pulled on him and shit, he told Phil he was leaving. That he did this instead of, say, diving behind a piece of furniture while screaming, indicates that the sight of Spector with a gun wasn't all that uncommon.

At that point, Spector allegedly pointed the gun at Dee Dee's chest and motioned for the rest of the band to return to the piano room. Then, with the band captive in the locked room, he sat at a piano and made the band listen to him sing "Baby, I Love You."

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