Archive for September, 2011
911 Aftermath
Sunday, 11 September 201106:07:08 9/10/11
Saturday, 10 September 2011
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Just thought you’d like to know.
Saturday Matinee – Hoyt Axton & His Mom, Steppenwolf, Three Dog Night, Randy Newman, X, Paul McCartney
Saturday, 10 September 2011That’s Steppenwolf, as if I had to tell you. “Born To Be Wild” was released in 1968, as was “The Pusher,” written by Hoyt Axton. Axton also wrote “Joy To The World,” a major hit recorded by Three Dog Night, and one of the worst songs in rock history, IMO. I refuse to post it, so I’ll go with this 1970 classic:
“Mama Told Me Not To Come” was written by Randy Newman.
I don’t care much for his politiks, but he’s a funny guy. Hell, anyone that can blatantly mock L.A. without Los Angelenos catching on is all right by me.
Okay, I looked for a decent vid of X‘ “Los Angeles” but settled for “Johnny Hit And Run Pauline” instead, just to keep the vibe going. (No, really. I looked. Serious Ramones influence on that.)
Now back to Hoyt Axton. His mother wrote this: [Insert John Cale garbage here] I can tolerate a lot of alternative experimental stuff, but John Cale’s version of “Heartbreak Hotel” is so wrong.
This, on the other hand is honest: Paul McCartney plays Hoyt Axton’s Mom.
And with that, we’re out of here. Have a great weekend, folks, and be back tomorrow for more stuff.
The .Gif Friday Post No.192 – Cyber Cat Launch, Gravity Dog, Stirring the Cockatiel
Friday, 9 September 2011
trOmBAMA
Thursday, 8 September 2011
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When he speaks, he blows,
And everyone knows:
Obama don’t play no trombone;
But were it a trumpet,
He’d blow like a strumpet,
And THIS IS THE WAY IT GOES.
Hello Cicada
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Rain Puddle
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
[Found here.]
1937 – The Year of Cow Pants
Monday, 5 September 2011
From Popular Science for October, 1937.
[Found here.]
Waiting For Sundown
Sunday, 4 September 2011
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I miss Drive-Ins. Let me rephrase that – I miss the memories of Drive-Ins. No, let’s try it again – I miss my false memories of Drive-Ins. For the most part Drive-Ins sucked donkeys.
Cold nights, steamed up windows, a full cooler of cheapo beer with crappy movies. Speakers that hung on the driver’s side window that played static in mono, and a whiny date who just wanted to go home because she was freezing and couldn’t stand my buddy in the back seat with his cold whiny date. Because of that, “Flesh Gordon” was one of my least favorite movies of all time.
Once I hid in the trunk with Danny Rat The Dirty White to get in free, getting CO poisoning, watching the B-movie double feature in a lawn chair with warm beer and a pounding headache. Yeah, fun times.
Years later a bunch of us piled into Pecker Pete’s van and went to a multi-screen Drive-In. By then the crappy speakers had been replaced with an antenna clip, so you could listen to the movie over AM radio on your own speakers.
Pecker didn’t have a radio, but at least one of us had seen each of the flicks. We parked in the middle of the lot and watched five movies at once, providing our own narration. The chicks dug it.
I don’t miss Drive-In theaters at all, except for when I do.
Saturday Matinee – Air Swimmers, Jaws, The Sonics, Petty Booka, and The Dead
Saturday, 3 September 2011Air Swimmers
“Jaws” in 60 seconds. Duh du duh du duh du…
The Sonics were definitely proto punk. “Psycho” from 1965.
Petty Booka featuring Petty and Booka. Nice harmonies with ukes.
Here’s The Grateful Dead’s version of Sam Cooke‘s “Let The Good Times Roll.”
End of summer back to school kinda music. Have a great Labor Day Weekend, folks, and be back tomorrow for more fun.
