That dude abides.

He may have no taste in facial hair, but his music rocks!

Love extreme was found under a Burger King heat lamp.

Blood-red Ray-Bans and split ends. Badass.

He originally wanted the album to be called ‘A Love Supreme’, but it was already taken.

He’s making the international sign for ‘loser’.

The guy behind him is making the international sign for ‘I suck your brain’.

I’m feelin’ the love.

The guy behind him is about to feel his medulla oblongata.

How do the French ever hope to win a war?

Nudge, nudge, know what I mean? Eh? Eh? “Windmills.” Wink, wink.

Regardless of the album title, I see things with spinning blades and all I think is ‘circumcision.’

This is… complicated.

It’s love making music for hippies. It sold 135 copies in Berkeley.

Ah yes, “promo material” for single engineers working on Siemens wind power farms.

Furry arms don’t belong in sleeveless spandex tube tops.

Salvo — definition: an outburst resembling the discharge of firearms or the release of bombs.

Salvo got his first big break doing TV ads for Pantene Pro-V shampoo. He’s never lost that glossy sheen and great control!

Flowing mane! Flowing mane!

Salvo looks so happy! … or constipated.

Is this an album cover or an ad for a day spa?