Month: August 2010

Saturday Matinee – TUC, Fleet Foxes, Sirens, SRV & Neil with Bruce doing Hendrix doing Dylan

The Unknown Comic, LIVE! [I showed up once as The UC at a party in college, came in unannounced and ran through 15 minutes of cheap jokes, left to change clothes and toss the bag, and returned as myself. People were still asking the host “How did you get HIM to show up?”]

Bunkarina turned me on to this vid from the Fleet Foxes, a band out of Seattle.

Fleet Foxes reminded me of the soundtrack to “Cold Mountain,” but since I couldn’t find a video of the Sacred Harp Singers of Liberty Church, I’ll go with “O Brother Where Art Thou” and The Song of the Sirens.

Okay, we’re gonna break out of that deadend theme and jump to a Stevie Ray Vaughan classic, “Texas Flood.”

Here are Bruce Springsteen and Neil Young completely blowing a rock classic. “All Along The Watchtower” was an acoustic Bob Dylan song that Jimi Hendrix electrified and made a hit. Even Dylan started playing Hendrix’ version.  The lyrics make no sense, but if you reverse the order of the verses, it does. Kinda.

Have a great weekend, folks, be back here tomorrow.

The .Gif Friday Post No.139 – Smileydog, Spidercat & Rude Awakening

[Found here, here and here.  BTW, for any newcomers (welcome) we have an nice archive of .gif animations here.]

Noses Revisited

I have rowses and rowses of noses and noses
And why they all growses I really can’t guess.
No lilies or roses, just cold-catching noses,
And when they all blowses, it’s really a mess.

They runs and they glowses, these sneezity noses,
They drips and they flowses, they blooms and they dies.
But you can’t bring no noses to fine flower showses
And really expect them to give you a prize.

But each mornin’ I goeses to water with hoses
These rowses of noses that I cannot sell,
These red sniffly noses that cause all my woeses,
Why even the crowses complain that they smell.

Why noses, not roses? Well, nobody knowses.
Why do you supposes they growses this thick?
But since there’s no roses come gather some noses —
I guarantee each one’s a good nose to pick.

–Shel Silverstein (1932-1999)

If you have a child and you’ve not purchased any of Shel Silverstein’s illustrated tomes, I hope your chili always burns, and that it always be cold. [Image found here.]

Blown Away

Don’t read too much into it, I just liked the colors.  The duckie survived, unharmed, except for a couple of piercings.

[Image found in here.]

Prove it.

The more I study this photo the funnier it gets. Obviously the guy got tired of repeatedly answering the same question, so there must have been a lot of people stopping by unannounced.

The answer to the puzzle appears to be the unusual scarecrow behind him – a giant snake head that waves in the breeze, overlooking a field of bird and bunny food and disturbing the neighbors for miles around. I want one.

[Image found somewhere in here.]

Be A Queen Bee? I’ll Pass.

It’s a complete mystery. Nobody knows exactly what went down in the San Fernando Valley in 1983 except for one proud lady displaying her bowling balls that she grew from seeds.

But that poster… creep city. An overweight one-armed busty yellow jacket with spit curls offsets the mysterious code on the right, below which is a secret symbol, kind of an anti-yin-yang deal. I smell evil.

[Image found here.]

Hulkmobile Babe Magnet

Yep. That’ll sell a car fast. Hop in, piss off Dr. Bruce Banner, and duck. Nice 8-cylinder sled in any case. Definitely qualifies as a bonafide babe magnet, even without the fender skirts.

[Image found there. More Babe Magnetage here.]

Saturday Matinee – Mull, Martin, Plastics, Grisman & Garcia, King & Preston &, um, Willis

Martin Mull in 1973 gets back to his roots in the Lake Erie delta.

Martin Mull’s college roommate was Steve Martin who was no slouch on banjo.

Awesome. I can play the plastic scale, too, but putting it into a high-speed vid makes the grade.

Now THIS is really annoying, so much so that I’m not going to post it here. You’re on you’re own, and I dare you to listen to the whole tutorial.  I couldn’t do it, but I can listen through this:

David Grisman & Jerry Garcia doing B.B. King’s classic “Thrill is Gone.”

To close it out, here’s B.B. King himself with Billy Preston and, um, Bruce Willis on harp. Have a great weekend folks, and remember that most of us can play harp better than Bruce Willis, who’s got no business at all in that lineup.

The Gif Friday Post No.138 – Scissor Kick, Coin Drop, Flying Saucer Dog

[Found here, here and here.]

Several Serious Layers of Awesome

Although the sign says “Mockingbird Heights Drag Strip,” the photo was probably taken at the NHRA Drag Strip in Pomona California in the mid 1960s. Fred Gwynne as Herman Munster was accompanied by Grampa Munster (Al Lewis) for a publicity stunt.

I watched the show as a kid for obvious reasons, but especially to see Marilyn Munster. All the little chicks with the crimson lips fawned over 10 year old Eddie Munster, and one of his fans finally tracked down Butch Patrick.

[WARNING: DISTURBING IMAGE AFTER THE BREAK.] Continue reading “Several Serious Layers of Awesome”