Willie Dixon’s “Nervous.” (Dixon was one of the most prolific bluesmen of his time, and was a stutterer in real life, rarely sang because of it.)
“19th Nervous Breakdown” is a cool limp synch by the Anti-Beatles.
Gatemouth Brown was awesome, played Texas blues/swing with finesse and class.
Short post for Saturday as I’m out of town. See you back here tomorrow with more BoogedyBoogedy.
[Found here.]
Bimbo was Betty Boop’s boyfriend/dog pal back when Betty was still a dog in a miniskirt. (Note that Mickey Mouse shows up to mess with Bimbo at 00:28. The Fleisher Bros. were Disney’s closest competitor in the animation business at the time.)
The Best Of Jurassic Park That You Don’t Recall. [via]
Welcome to Kitty Town.
The Allman Brothers’ “Jessica” is one of the great country rock jams. Seems appropriate, since I’ve got a bit of traveling coming up next week.
Have a great weekend, folks, and be back here tomorrow for more hot muffins from the internest.
Rosemary Clooney‘s “Blues in the Night.” A Hooey Da Hoo-ee.
Classic Clapton jam from 2007, featuring Derek Trucks. Nice version, even with Clapton’s guitar feed dropping out midway through.
Derek Trucks is married to Susan Tedeschi, and here she is backed by Jimmie Vaughan and Double Trouble.
Double Trouble took it’s name from this Otis Rush song.
Let’s wrap it up with some awesome boogie woogie with Memphis Slim from 1975. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll see you tomorrow for more fun.
“Waves are not measured in feet and inches, they are measured in increments of fear.” Buzzy Trent
Surfing is nothing but controlled falling in moving water, but this is a jaw dropper. Garrett McNamara is a professional big wave surfer who travels a world wide circuit, and on this particular outing off the shores of Portugal, he caught a rogue wave, estimated to be 90 feet tall at the crest. Here’s another take:
Garrett McNamara caught a monstrous wave Tuesday off Nazaré in Portugal, but did the wave face measure anywhere close to 90 feet, as a witness in the surfer’s group implied and as news reports suggested? Is it the largest wave ever ridden, as stated in the headline of a news release issued after the epic tow-surfing session?
Both points are debatable based on footage provided by McNamara to GrindTv.com, for its Tuesday afternoon post on the surfer’s incredible ride.
It was, without doubt, an amazing performance by the big-wave surfing icon from Hawaii. The wave face, however, does not appear to measure 90 feet. It’s worth noting, though, that footage captured from up high or far away, as was mostly the case here (there is some helmet-cam footage), can be misleading.
According to the folks who were there:
McNamara, a big-wave surfing icon from Hawaii, was riding large waves with Andrew Cotton and Al Mennie when three gigantic waves appeared on the outside. Cotton used a personal watercraft to tow McNamara onto the massive shoulder of one of those rogue waves. Mennie was siting in the channel on another vessel, acting as lifeguard, and described the event: “Everything seemed to be perfect, the weather, the waves. Both Cotty and I rode two big ones in the 60-foot-plus range and then when Garrett got on the rope a wave, maybe 30 feet bigger, came out of the canyon.
A fifteen-foot tall wall of water intimidates many surfers, but the guys who get the most credit are those running the towing operation on huge offshore breaks. They time the swells, estimate the breaks, and after dropping their cargo of brass balls off of a multi-story tower of water, manage to escape with their lives.
Fortunately, most of us don’t deal with that kind of awe-inspiring death-defying thrill-seeking bravado because we can be internet dare-devils instead.
[Crossposted here.]
When I googled “Hot Lynx,” this came up. No explanation offered.
Cool illusion bro.
Gladys Knight sings her hit “Neither One Of Us” a capella. Here’s the original with the Pips.
Think you’ve got a good eye for colors? Try this hue test. (I got a score of 17.)
Throwable 360 degree camera ball has a thingy that detects the whatsit and takes pictures at the whatchamacallit so that you can look at where you were in 3D. If you get one, I want you to lob it into the polar bear exhibit.
The original version of “Do Wah Diddy Diddy” by The Exciters.
(h/t to planetross for telling me something I should’ve told him.)
If you missed the linky quietly added to the sidebar, I’m on Twitter, and I’m collecting followers. No content, one single tweet, that’s it. Retweets will bring you good luck and stuff.
To all readers of Tacky Raccoons who have Utoobage accounts:
Please capture and repost these. They’ve been blocked and vaporized before, but they should be available to everyone, if only because they’re so entirely awesome.
“Dance Girl” by The Charts, who earn the award for Best Non-Rock-Band-Name in the business. (Not to be confused with “Dance Girl,” a song recorded by Norman Fox & The Rob Roys, which is an entirely different awesome song.)
The Pyramids’ 1958 hit “Hot Dog Dooly Wah” is a favorite around here.
Dion DiMucci trashed a slut and everyone heard.
The Mills Brothers‘ “Till Then” is a classic.
Zappa’s Black Napkins.
And with that, I’m outta here. Have a great weekend, folks.
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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.
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