Almost forgot about this one, sent in by Russ via the mojo wire. Here’s an hour and a half of Ray Wylie Hubbard.
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Timelapse of fireflies by Vincent Brady [via].
Pete Daily‘s “Over The Waves” from 1951: Daily on cornet, Burt Johnson trombone, Pud Brown clarinet, Skippy Anderson piano, Len Esterdahl banjo, Bud Hatch tuba and Hugh Allison drums.
Red Nichols & His Five Pennies rocked your grandparents, assuming your grandparents were entirely cool and bitchin’. (Of course they were.)
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for more inanity.
UB40 with Chrissie Hynde singing the 1965 Sonny & Cher hit.
“Middle of the Road” was one of a nice string of hits for The Pretenders. I can only imagine the royalties they’re receiving for “My City Was Gone” aka “Back To Ohio,” given that it’s Rush Limbaugh‘s appropriate themesong.
Okay, so much for a post-Valentines’ Day thing. Let’s rock.
The Johnny Winter Band, live in Copenhagen 1970. Bands like his scared the hell out of me, but I eventually I got it.
Rock on, Lil’ Sheba, and we’ll see you tomorrow for more stuff.
For those without boots, we salute you.
Doobie Brothers. Look how they danced around on stage back then. How could such good music become so embarrassing? Fortunately most of us only heard them on FM and 8-Track and never saw their awesome stage performance.
Speaking of performances, this one goes out to Jay Leno, one of the funniest modern comedians who never had to use vulgarity to score a laugh. He’s right up there with Johnny Carson, Jonathan Winters and Bill Cosby. I never met Leno, but some friends did. Each said essentially the same thing: “Jay’s an honest nice guy, and he’s funny as hell.” That’s how I want to be remembered when I’m gone. Leno’s still alive.
Sorry, but I can’t bring myself to post any of the more recent poor quality sucky sounding live versions of “Sweet Melissa.” God bless you, Jay, and thanks for all the entertainment.
Have a great weekend, folks.
Incomprehensible Japanese Graduation Ceremony is awesome. [via]
I heard that the SuperBowl is coming up. Chili by 3, Broncos by 10. Have a great weekend, folks, see you tomorrow.
[Vid found here.]
The Portuguese Man O’ War is amazing, as it’s not a single animal, but a colony of several bizarre organisms, all dependent on the others for survival. One provides transportation, one lures and traps food, one processes it, one cooks, and the other one does laundry and runs the blog.
The harmless gasbag idiot-animal floats while dangling his nasty stinging-tentacled buddies as deep as 160 feet below the surface. How they find each other and decide to hang together is a mystery to me, unless it has something to do with cheap beer, tasers and fraternity parties.
I saw one washed up on a beach when I was a kid without knowing what it was – thought it was an inflatable toy dolphin with seaweed attached. Yeah, I poked it with a stick, and yeah, I found out what the insides of a Portuguese Man O’ War smelled like, as did everyone else within a quarter mile downwind.
When the floating-gasbag idiot-animal washes up on shore and dies, it takes the other idiot-animals with him, and they can’t do anything about it because their free ride is over. Such is the life of a sycophant.
The missus informed me that there were words to that great theme, and she’s right. The closing credits for the early episodes included “The Cartwrights” singing the theme (after apparently stumbling out of a saloon/cat house joint venture in Carson City) and mounting up to pick fights with and wreak havoc on the local populace before they rode back to their fortified enclave known as The Ponderosa:
[Little Joe] I’ve got a flair for women everywhere, Bonanza!
[Hoss] BONANZA! ¡AI-AI-AI!
[All] I’m gonna call on any gal at all, she’s gonna welcome me.
[Ben] I’m not afraid of any pretty maid, Bonanza!
When I give a kiss to any pretty miss,
She’ll learn a lot from me!
[All] One for four, four for one
This we guarantee!
We got a right to pick a little fight – Bonanza!
If anyone fights any one of us,
He’s gotta fight with me!
BTW, the best comment on that Utoobage link was posted by someone named 75yellowraven:
“144-441 what does that mean?”
The lyrics and acting were so laughably absurd that the clip was canned. Years later Lorne Greene sang the song with much different lyrics: Lorne Greene singing The Theme To Bonanza.
But that’s not the weird part. The Bonanza Theme was orchestrated by David Rose, same guy who composed “The Stripper,” a number of TV theme songs, and this horrible piece of 1960s grocery aisle music:
Bet you couldn’t last the whole two-point-five minutes of that, so here’s almost a whole hour of The Beat Farmers circa 1984, featuring the late Country Dick Montana on drums, vocals, beer and belligerence.
Hope that grabs on, holds and squeezes you for this edition of The Saturday Matinee. Have a great weekend, even if you have to mow the snow.
Saturday Matinee – Miniatur Wunderland, Allotria, The Allotria Jazz Band, Oompah Brass & The Perch Creek Family JugbandSaturday, 28 December 2013
I’m sure this vid was posted here before, but it still amazes me. More info here: http://www.miniatur-wunderland.com/
While looking for something else I found this, and it kept my attention long enough to post it for your upcoming New Year’s Eve celebrations. If you can figure it out, enjoy it.
I was actually looking for these guys. The Allotria Jazz Band plays early American jazz and Dixieland. You may not have heard them or of them – they’re from Munich and they’re great.
Once the camera SsTFD this is pretty good stuff. “Stairway To Heaven by the Oompah Brass. Now for something completely different.
That should hold you for a while. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll be back tomorrow with brand new stuff.
The Sand Castle, 1977, Co Hoedeman [via].
Loud, piercing and sharp… a whistle is hard to ignore. But whistling languages are in danger of dying out. But residents of Kusköy on the Black Sea coast still communicate by whistling.An ee sounds higher than an ah. Consonants are distinguished by changes in pitch over different intervals of time. Eskimos communicate with whistles; so do indigenous people in the Amazon, and in Europe shepherds keep boredom at bay and communicate by whistling to each other. But the world’s 70 whistling languages are slowly becoming extinct. Kusköy in Turkey is defending the tradition.
And because last night was a full moon, with a partial penumbral eclipse that no one noticed, we have these:
Nat King Cole’s version of “Blue Moon,” and this:
I’m not sure if Harpo was self-taught, but I know that some items in his Wikipedia entry are contradicted by Groucho’s Autobiography. The story I recall (that means “I seem to remember but I’m too lazy to research it”): there was a dispute with a theater owner where the brothers were perfoming. Harpo was pissed, said he hoped the place burned down. It did, and Harpo vowed never to speak on stage again. I don’t know if it’s true, but I recall (again, that means “I seem to remember but I’m too lazy to research it”) that’s what Groucho claimed.
Have a great weekend, folks.
Awesome Retro Cover of Miley Cyrus’ “We Can’t Stop,” and it beats the hell out of the original. Post Modern Jukebox is amazing, and that song is dedicated to Calo who’s having some tough times. Get well, Suki.
It can almost outrun a human, but humans get tired. This thing doesn’t.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here tomorrow for more of the usual awesome.
Harley-Davidson WTF courtesy of Jonco. Nice soundtrack.
Joey Smith won some kind of blues award without a backup band. I considered that cheating until I heard him shred the awesome.
(No Wiki page yet).
Jerry Jeff Walker can’t rhyme for crap, yet his songs are still awesome.
That does it for this edition of The Saturday Matinee. Come back tomorrow for new oddities.