Brian cullman (9 Ergebnisse)

Zustand: Good. 1980. Paperback. Some shelf wear. . . . . Books ship from the US and Ireland.

Zustand: Good. 1980. Paperback. Some shelf wear. . . . .

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Soft Cover. Zustand: Very Good. No marks or inscriptions. No creasing to covers, single crease to spine. A very clean very tight copy with bright unmarked boards, tanned page edges and no bumping to corners. 177pp. Written when Lennon's murder was still very raw, this is an account of his life as Beatle, musician, father, artist, husband and symbol. Includes thirty photographs by leading rock photographers. We do not use stock photos, the picture displayed is of the actual book for sale. Every one of our books is in stock in the UK ready for immediate delivery. Size: 7 x 4.25 inches.…

Zustand: Good. Pocket book, illustrated with (full page) photographs in b/w, 8vo.

Soft cover. Zustand: Very Good. No Jacket. 1st Edition. First Bantam Paperback Edition / First Print (number line on copyright page 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1). Paperback copy, no dustjacket as issued. 177pp. B/w photographs. Not library copy, no inscriptions, light crease to spine. (34/2).

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Writer and musician Brian Cullman's rapturous evocation of life in the bike lane, before the world was digital, when music was everything and magic was everywhere, encompassing friendships with Lester Bangs, Nick Drake, Big Joe Turner, Tim Hardin, and Paul Bowles.When people asked Brian Cullman his favourite song, he would say the radio.It was all one sound. It was all one song: the drums and the words, the words without words, the rhythm and the static and the joy and amplified tears.TV was a clunky box in the corner, nothing but images on a screen telling the same story over and over. The stories were old and small, over before they began. Yesterday's gossip and twice cold toast. They gave him nothing.But Smokey Robinson crying like a flower with a hangover, The Ronettes, so carnivorous & tender, the sound of eternity in bed with the night: this was love and death and a ticket to places the buses don't go. These were the dreams of the dead, the regrets of the living, stolen prayers from the broken church where God & The Devil relax after work and trade places. He went to sleep to it, woke up to it. The idiot announcers and jingles and calls from New Jersey, the news and guitars, all one. He wanted to walk in it, dance in it.…

Zustand: NEW.