When I finally found it for sale on Ebay, I pounced on it. It’s some sort of a polyester crepe fabric with a Pucci style paisley pattern and a Peter Pan collar. The kind of dress you’d expect to see on later episodes of Mad Men.
On this day in music history: May 8, 1984 - “Legend”, the twelfth album by Bob Marley & The Wailers is released. Produced by Bob Marley & The Wailers, Chris Blackwell and Alex Sadkin, it is recorded at Dynamic Sound Studios, Harry J Studios, Randy’s Studios, Tuff Gong Studios in Kingston, Jamaica, Lyceum Theatre and Island Studios in London, from Early 1972 - Mid 1983. The fourteen track album is the first greatest hits compilation of Bob Marley & The Wailers catalog and covers material released from 1972 to 1983. It goes on to become the biggest selling reggae album in history, selling over twenty five million copies worldwide. To promote the album, the track “Buffalo Soldier”, a track from Marley’s final recording sessions in 1980 (first issued on the posthumous compilation “Confrontation” in 1983), is issued as a single to promote the album with an accompanying music video. The original cassette configuration includes two bonus tracks not included on the original vinyl LP pressing. In 2002, Universal Music Group issues a two CD Deluxe Edition with the second disc including extended versions and remixes of the tracks featured on the original album. “Legend” hits number one on the UK album chart, peaking at number twenty six on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 14x Platinum by the RIAA, earning a Diamond Certification.
Judy Hopps was ten years old when she first watched Perceptus, and she lost any taste for horror films in short order.
Watching had been a dare on a sleepover, mild enough on the surface compared to some of the outlandish havoc a burrow full of adolescent rabbits got up to. And Judy devoured mysteries, and ghost stories. How bad could a scary movie be?
Her siblings and friends squeaked and hid under their sleeping bags at the worst parts, when the invisible monster stalked its way through a laboratory full of hapless scientists. They’d flinched away as it picked the staff off one by one until it was just the jaguar heroine, facing off in the specimen freezer against the huge set of disembodied, bloodstained claws.
Not Judy. She watched the whole thing, with her knees to her chest on the ratty couch in the dorm, and cheered under her breath when Felicia had emerged unscathed.
She’d felt so superior afterward, while the rest of them ate their cookies and brushed their ears and traded frightened recollections. She’d watched the whole thing, she told them again and again.
And when they had all finally settled down to sleep, Judy had stared at the jagged, claw-like shadows of the tree branches waving through the window, so scared she could barely move to turn on the nearest lamp.