Armed & Groooooovy, baby!
Ahhh, a wonderful photographic memory of one of my yacht parties from the early 1960s. I guess my choice of the Mekong Delta for a swingin’ groovy time wasn’t the best idea the Lava King has ever had.
C’est la vie, my lovelies.
Elke Sommer
(via lynxolita)
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Vortex of Grooviness!
What better, my lovelies, way to be sucked into the the frozen depths of time and space than in a convertible Ford Fairlaine. Pop in a Herb Albert 8-track, stash the mini bar in the back seat, and we’ll cruise this wild, swinging universe for cosmic, ultra-groovy, adventures.
Stay grooovy, my lovelies.
Surf’s Up, My Lovelies
The calendar may say November but, here at the Lava King’s Pacific Playground of Grooviness, it is summer year-round. Thanks to my good friend Juan Garcia Esquivel for providing the perfect soundtrack for the sun-drenched festivities.
All are invited, so make sure you bring your sun tan oil and sunglasses. If you’re of the female persuasion, high heels, a smile and … well … not much else is necessary.
The Lava King is such a kidder.
Stay groovy and HANG THE TEN, my lovelies.
At the Lava King Institute of Grooviness, the ladies carry the books for the gentlemen to class. Of course, that might be due to our strict adherence to the dress code policy.
I jest. The Lava King is such a kidder.
Stay groovy my lovelies.
Source: theswingingsixties
Avon advertisement, 1957
… and I invite you lovely ladies to a Lava King try-on!
I jest. The Lava King is such a kidder.
Source: vintageandy
Alas, the rumors are not true. The Lava King was never a masked, lounge singing, Lucha libre wrestling, 1960s-era secret agent from Mexico. At least, not this one.
Stay maravilloso my lovelies.
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Papa H. & The Lava King Invade Cuba
I was poking through my archives in Lava King’s Hidden Lair of Grooviness and found this delightful photo of my good friend Ernest Hemingway and Yours Truly with a band of merry Cubanos shortly before the revolución.
Ahh, those were the days. World-class cigars, rum coming out of your las orejas, and the chicanos! I just hope Castro destroyed the evidence after the tanks rolled through the streets of Havana.
International incident indeed!
Stay fantástico, my lovelies.
mamie van doren
“Well, Howdy there little philly. Why, yer purtier than a new calf in springtime. I believe we’ve howdied but we ain’t shook yet.”
This is just a sample of what you will learn, my friends, at the Lava King’s Institute of Western Lingo and Philly Wranglin’.
I can promise this to you; after your graduation you will never ‘get the mitten’ from the ladies again.
Stay fine as cream gravy my lovelies.
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A Gassy Time Indeed!
Enjoy this wonderful musical motion picture from the fabulous boys collectively known as The Seeds. Ultra-psychedelic grooviness.
The only person more capable of wearing a cape and shaking a pair of maracas is Yours Truly, The Lava King. That is, unless an attractive young lady would like to wear a cape and shake her maracas.
I jest. The Lava King is such a kidder.
Stay groovy, my lovelies.
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Greetings, my lovelies, and please accept my apologies for being away for such a long time. The Lava King was away on official business for a merry band of North African guerrillas in Libya this summer.
Things were going swimmingly until I was apprehended by Moammar Gadhafi’s swinging security team, the Amazonian Guard. Tripoli in the summer time is simply splendid, especially when one finds oneself in the company of such beautiful and … let’s just say … agreeable captors.
My lovelies, let me tell you, being held hostage has never been so groovy.
Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to my swingin', bachelor pad on the interwebs. Sit back, relax, and enjoy some of the best in the forgotten, the odd, the bizarre, but always groooooovy of poppy culture.
