Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young "Déjà Vu" album cover session by Tom Gundlefinger O'Neal, California, 1969.
From August 1969 until April 1970, the band was comprised of David Crosby (guitar, vocals), Stephen Stills (guitar, vocals), Graham Nash (guitar, vocals), Neil Young (guitar, vocals), Greg Reeves (bass), and Dallas Taylor (drums).
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Neil Young's introduction showed … wait, what? Is this for real?! Am I serious? Did I skip the follow-up to his debut, which turned Neil Young into Neil Young? Yes, since I only deal with him on his own, but I must admit Crazy Horse served as a conduct for him, because he found his style with him. That might also be one of the reasons he asked them to return for After The Gold Rush. This is Neil Young we are familiar with, though what does that mean? Sure, he's seen as a folk rock musician, yet this designation sells him a bit short. He's actually a brilliant rock musician with more interests than a majority of them. I agree, Dylan gives him a run for his money in this department. Still, did Dylan ever do his Trans?
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Transformers: Mosaic #474 - "Darkest Spark"
Originally posted on April 12th, 2010
Story - Greg Donaldson
Art - Lindsay Smith
Letters - Franco Villa
Thanks to - Simon Reeves
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wada sez: So far as I can tell, this strip was adapted from a short story of Donaldson’s which I reckon preceded it? What the hell, I’ll archive the whole thing below. The year prior, Fun Publications had namedropped a Shattered Glass incarnation of Wheelie in Sky Lynx’s magazine profile; on deviantART, Donaldson said: “Simon and I bounced around the idea but it wasn't until afterwards that somewhat "offical" information came out regarding SG Wheelie and it matched the black and goldenrod coloring we had decided for him!” I have no idea what “official” information he’s referring to, so let me know if you have the source.
"Easy Decepticons. Hold your positions," Galvatron soothed over the communicator.
His laser rifle aimed into the darkness beyond the cargo bay entrance, Scourge had to fight the sensation that was causing his hands to tremble. He looked over at Cyclonus and quickly back, careful not to take his eyes off the blackness for more than an astrosecond. He squinted his optics to focus the available light and he thought he saw movement.
A scream in the distance.
Scourge tensed up immediately and tightened his finger on the trigger. “It’s him,” he whispered under his breath. From the area in front of him a glint of metal streaked toward him. Panicked, he fired his weapon erratically into the darkness. The black was intermittently lit by the muzzle flash and the flying metallic object bounced off his chest and fell to the ground in a wet thump. Liquid splattered on his body and on his chin. He looked down to see the object was square.
Scourge gasped as he realized it was Skywarp's severed head. A terrible death to be sure as his mouth was contorted in agony forever. Scourge fired into the still air, screaming.
Cyclonus followed suit as did Thrust and Dirge who were kneeling in front of them, arm cannons blasting into the distance.
Nothing. They ceased fire. Scanners on full spectrum.
Searchlights revealed 3 Sweeps bodies offlined. Then a vehicle emerged racing toward them. A silhouette as dark as deep space. They opened fire again but the sleek car easily evaded their laser fire and grenades. Missiles sailed past him. It transformed.
SLICE!
Thrust was offlined.
THUNK!
Dirge was down.
CRACK!
Cyclonus looked down to see an energon blade sticking out of his chest. His spark was pierced and he felt the life draining from him. He looked wearily over at Scourge who had slid to the floor leaving a trail of lubricant on the wall. His optics were black. Offlined.
Slowly Cyclonus turned his head and saw crimson optics glaring back at him. He felt chilled. A mech was clinging to his torso, holding on by Cyclonus' winged shoulders, legs around his waist. He was black with goldenrod accenting.
The dark mech looked into him and spoke quietly, "The optics are the window to the spark, Cyclonus. Watching you die this close is a bonus." He grabbed the energon blade and withdrew it from the Decepticon's chest. Thrusting it into the Con's optics, he pushed off the handle of the blade and jumped from the Decepticon while somersaulting in the air.
Cyclonus fell to the ground with a loud clang as the sinister mech landed on top of him.
"Decepticons die so easy, I think Prime sent me here to tease me.”
As he surveyed the carnage he had wrought, he pulled his weapon from the offlined Decepticon and wiped it clean of fluids. Slipping it into its sheath, his wrist communicator blipped. Annoyed at the disruption of the eerie silence he had proudly created, he didn't acknowledge the transmitter as it blared, "Wheelie, where are you?"
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