If you’ve never seen Terry Gilliam‘s excellent movie Brazil this would be a good weekend to watch it. Twice.
There’s something very wrong with taking Dave Brubeck‘s classic “Take Five,” completely missing the musical pun involved (5/4 time) and turning it into a ska version (in 4/4). Aside from that blasphemy, it’s kinda fun.
Punk Funk Reggae Ska compilation, courtesy The Aggrolites. I like.
Have a great weekend folks, see you back here tomorrow for more fun.
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Cool animation with a nice version of “Brazil.” performed by The Real Tuesday Weld with Nick Phelps and Geert Chatrou.
Darkly bizarre, “Brazil” is one of my favorite anti-bureaucracy movies. (Ever see Michael Palin as evil?) This movie succeeded in large part to Terry Gilliam’s insistance that it not be edited; that cost him a lot of promotional backing, but it became a hit in its own right. “Half a dream and half a nightmare” sums it up pretty well.
Flashback to 1932 – Louis Armstrong, fresh out of King Oliver’s band, provides the soundtrack (and more) to a typically creepy yet benign Betty Boop cartoon, “I’ll Be Glad When You’re Dead You Rascal You.” Maybe they’re in Brazil.
“…And Now I’m Praying For The End Of Time” is THE best punchline in the history of protopunkrock, courtesy of Mr. Loaf.
Let’s wrap this up with George Thorogood’s classic take on John Lee Hooker’s “One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer.” Kinda sums up my attitude these days, En out de do’ ah went.
I honestly don’t know the story behind this amazing feat of engineering, but here it is.
Very cool. The styling just screams high performance babe magnet.
Serious aerodynamics here. This dragon wagon chills at close to the speed of light and it beats your ride even while parked. Okay, it’s got an unfortunate license plate, but hey, the hotness overrides the WOBL1. Let’s have a look at the interior.
IT’S A COCKPIT! Way cool. But, um, where is the silicone/saline siren supposed to sit? Seems to be a slight design oversight, but admit it, you’re still cruising at 3,000 feet right?
Not quite. Sometimes scale matters. You are travelling at whelp speed in a truncated tadpole…
..only worse. It’s a Mars Bar with wheels and an embarrassing license plate.
Screw it; it’s basic transportation. Let’s mess with the traffic and laugh about it while feeling Green and saving the planet. (Sorry, there’s no room for you. Get your own tadpole, mooch.)
So is it a Babe Magnet or not? Phhht. For the money, I’d buy a Harley and a rainsuit instead, and I’d still get better mileage than Mr. Tadpole.
BUT if I were forced into driving a dorkmobile, and only upon penalty of death, I’d choose this, if only for the nostalgia:
