If you want to earn an A in this class, put this on, and dance like you’ve never danced before.
[Found in here.]
HRL was later covered by Commander Cody & His Lost Planet Airmen.
Smoke on the Water by Roy Acuff.
Rocky Roberts was pure awesome soul in France, but not in the US. [tip o' the tarboosh to Bunkarina for the find.]
The Bo-Keys‘ moniker is a apparently a riff on The Bar-Kays and The Mar-Keys, both great session groups from Stax Records of Memphis Tennessee. There’s enough soul in the last vid to last you for at least a month.
Have a great weekend, and for all men who accept their duties as fathers and do it right, Happy Fathers Day.
Clever, but VW missed the obvious. The Bugs in the crosswalk should be blue, gray, black and white, and the gray one should be rolling on rims. [Found here.]
Reminds me of college. Three of us shared an apartment, took turns cooking and doing dishes. One guy always balked, never wanted to do the chores. We were pushing a rope.
Then came Spring Break. Scotty & I were done with midterms a couple days early so we left the kitchen duties for The Don, as it was his overdue turn to clean up.
After Spring Break, I was the first one back to the apartment, opened the door and noticed a significant change in our beer-soaked hovel. When I found the source of the aroma, the goop was so far gone it called me by name, flipped me off and dared me to move it. The Don had taken the stack of unwashed dishes, kitchenware, pots & pans, stuffed them into the oven, and left them to cook on their own for a few weeks.
Had the three of us not been bunking in the same room, I would have packed it all underneath The Don‘s mattress. Instead, I filled the bathroom tub with hot water and dish soap, unloaded the oven while holding my breath, and drowned the beast. Then I moved into my college girlfriend’s hovel to wait it out.
[Pro-tip: Never move into your college girlfriend's hovel no matter how hot you think she is. Better to deal with the maggots in the wok.]
[Image found here.]
Drina River in Serbia
According its owner, “this house was built in 1968. It was not easy to build then. But I finally made it happen with the help of my friends.” Back then they were just a bunch of young boys who loved to swim in the waters of Drina River and sunbathe on the large rock that now supports the house. Its lumpy surface wasn’t the most comfortable to sit on, so one day they decided to build a proper place to rest. They started bringing in planks from a nearby derelict shed, and before long they had actually built a cosy shelter complete with walls and a roof. It may not look very sturdy, but this wooden home has survived several floods and serious storms.
Magic Dick Salwitz with The J. Geils Band is enough to blow your face out for this edition of The Saturday Matinee. Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for more vapid and awesome enlightenment.