You. Back in the day.
The Eighties were a cruel cruel mistress...
This is why we can't have nice things.
Shut.
The Hell.
UP.
(yes, this has appeared on the cult before.)
Cuuute.
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
Shut.
The Hell.
UP.
(yes, this has appeared on the cult before.)
Cuuute.
Very.
"What cha readin' fer??"
This is my school ball, 1999:
Awwwww<3
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
Shut.
The Hell.
UP.
(yes, this has appeared on the cult before.)
Cuuute.
Very.
Did I date you in high school?
Good coffee is like drinking Rock and Roll.
Amen!..... Father.
Love,
Joe Tonigh
Pretty damn sure I would remember that.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Biking around India a few years ago
Bringing in the New Year in a tent in a field. I'm on the right.
"What cha readin' fer??"
'87 Philadelphia
Love,
Joe Tonigh
Shut.
The Hell.
UP.
(yes, this has appeared on the cult before.)
Oh my God. THANK YOU for bringing this back into my life.
There is hope, but not for us.
That is a pretty rad (80's! lingo) picture.
Also, biking in India had to be cool.
aly at 14
I am fueled by filth and fury.
aly at 4.
I am fueled by filth and fury.
Me (in the boots) in London, 88.
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
I curse the last six months
I've been hiding behind a mustache, yeah.
Me (in the boots) in London, 88.
Awesome.
'87 Philadelphia
This was taken when i was born.
Eddy, I'm removing you from my buddy list.
Good coffee is like drinking Rock and Roll.
Same here.
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
Same here.
Don't do it!
I loves you guys!
Eddy I'm adding you to my buddy list.
87 was before I was born!
"They sold you hippies grunge, hip hop, now liberty activism."
'90.
/removes anyone not born prior to 1984 off buddy list.
I've a soul of someone born in '82?
Late 88, mos def.
"They sold you hippies grunge, hip hop, now liberty activism."
/ combo with a Falcon Punch!
To get back to the focus of this thread, there's probably only a handful of pictures of me that exist between 1995 and 2007. All pre-'95 pictures are somewhere in my parents' house locked away never to see the light of day.
The only one i can remember is when my dad dressed me and my little brother in lederhosens that my dad brought back from germany.
I also look exactly like my dad. Like, almost a mirror image of him at every age of my life.
'87 Philadelphia
This was taken when i was born.
That means you missed the 80s which was, quite possibly, at that time, the most important decade since the 70's.
Love,
Joe Tonigh
Awesome.
True story: Holywood, CA. 1987?/8. I'm at a Mission/Balaam and the Angel gig. I see this girl standing in the back. Unlike everyone else in the place she is head-to-toe in white. She's carrying a white parasol. Full Victorian getup. Striking, you know? Balaam is playing and they were a terrible Cult imitation. So I get talking to this girl and one thing leads to another. Spent the whole of the show making out with her in the bar. Night ends, lights are up and the place is nearly cleared out. Tap on my shoulder and I unattach from the girl. Turn around and Wayne Hussey's standing there. Leans in past me and says, "You comin' with or not, luv?" Off she went.
This is why we can't have nice things.
87 was before I was born!
Garret, remember, it's a long drive back to New Hampshire.
Good coffee is like drinking Rock and Roll.
I saw Balaam at Marquee in London. Ian Ashbury from Cult jumped in and sang few songs.
It was the era....
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
Good for him; they were totally jacking his schtick.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I gotta find more pics...
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
Also, biking in India had to be cool.
Yeah it was col, though I cowarded out of riding in the big cities, didn't have a death wish.
"What cha readin' fer??"
Sweet! I made the cut.
There is hope, but not for us.
Me when I was 5! I was wearing my frog necklace, which I adored. I left it at some girl's house after a sleepover and I never got it back. 
Me when I was 5! I was wearing my frog necklace, which I adored. I left it at some girl's house after a sleepover and I never got it back. :(
Ungelooflick je hebt Zomersprout maisje!
Me when I was 5! I was wearing my frog necklace, which I adored. I left it at some girl's house after a sleepover and I never got it back. :(
Awww, so cute!!
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
Me when I was 5! I was wearing my frog necklace, which I adored. I left it at some girl's house after a sleepover and I never got it back. :(
Ungelooflick je hebt Zomersprout maisje!
Derek's speaking in tongues!
Ungelooflick je hebt Zomersprout maisje!
Haha, wel een beetje, ja. 
EDIT_
Thanks, Mika! 
Ungelooflick je hebt Zomersprout maisje!
Haha, wel een beetje, ja. :D
Dit ist niet normaal, heel moie. Kan je de klumpe dans mache?
Freckles!
This is why we can't have nice things.
Ungelooflick je hebt Zomersprout maisje!
Haha, wel een beetje, ja. :D
Dit ist niet normaal, heel moie. Kan je de klumpe dans mache?
Ik ben blij dat je het mooi vindt.
De klompendans heb ik nog nooit gedaan!
Gunter Glieben Glauben Globen.
/ Rock of Ages.
This is why we can't have nice things.
These are as about as back in the day as I have access to:
This is my band in highschool after a gig we played as part of a Red Cross benefit, I'm on the right. I got shot in the hand with a BB gun right before this and we had to cut the BB out of my finger with a pocket knife. I'm smiling because they gave me a bunch of loritab so I could play through the pain... it worked.
Here's two of our promo pic's we took for flyers and whatnot.
They caught me.
This is the last show Mr. Grinch and the Toilet Dux ever played, because as soon as the show was over, I threw my guitar in the back of my car and moved to Lafayette.
This is my mullet that I stole from some guy in the eighties who looked at me funny.
"...human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars."
damn, that last picture looks just like a guy I used to go to school with. You're name isn't Ken is it?
and also, probably 10 years older than you most likely are?
No, not Ken, but yes, 10 years older than I most likely are. No time for conjugation.
"...human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars."
now i wonder what ever happened to that old sunnuvagun...
I just scanned these all in...
Tom on his first day of Pre-K. Age 4 or 5.
Tom at his 1st grade science fair, in which he won second place. Age 6.
Tom's First Communion photo. Age 7 or 8.
Tom outside a gift shop in Berlin, Germany. Age 16.
Tom with his mom and brothers after his high school graduation. Age 17.
And these three photos were all taken in the same week...at age 19, I believe.
Tom before his drummer's sister's prom, at which he was Prom King.
Tom with his brothers and then-girlfriend at his aunt's wedding.
Tom with his brother, before his brother's prom.
Shut.
The Hell.
UP.
(yes, this has appeared on the cult before.)
This is why we can't have nice things.