Month: September 2016

REMEMBER ALWAYS – 11 September 2001

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LISTEN.

 

 

 

Saturday Matinee – Subconscious Herd Mentality, THE Rope Trick, Kim Wilson & The Fabulous Thunderbirds (plus Flight 93 Trailer)

Herd mentality experiment [via].
That explains a lot.

This is THE rope trick [via]. Now let’s rock and roll.

http://https://youtu.be/A1nELTY6I5s

Kim Wilson has always amazed me. One of the best blues harp players around, Wilson doesn’t get the recognition he deserves, IMO. I’m no slouch on a Hohner chromatic with a Ham Radio bullet mic, but I sure as hell can’t pull off what he does.

Kim Wilson & The Fabulous Thunderbirds (featuring Jimmy Vaughan) jam with Stevie Ray Vaughan in a tribute to Ray Charles‘ classic “What’d I Say” circa 1984.

Have a great weekend, folks, and remember to put your Flag out on Sunday if only for the passengers and crew of Flight 93.

https://youtu.be/Vk2bbLfyA4A

The .Gif Friday Post No. 451 – Breakfast Club Scramble, Korolev Rockets & Head Butt Flip

Breakfast Club Scramble

korlolev Rocket Ballet

Bull Flip

[Found here, here and here. I doctored the top one a tad.]

Flogging someone with a dead pig really wasn’t my idea. Honest.

Pig Flogging

Dude’s strong as hell, but she’s still got the gun, and the Creepy Red Cabinet isn’t entirely innocent either. Who wears a turquoise jacket with yellow pants and blue shoes, anyway? I think that was her idea.

[Found here.]

“Hi! I’m Bob! I’m your UberDriver for this afternoon and I’m coming with you!”

Rearhead

[Found in here. Warning – every link I clicked to find the original source sent me somewhere I didn’t want to go. There are more Rear Heads here.]

Mr. Pants is watching.

Mr. Pantsitude

[Found here.]

Happy Labor Day

Crack open some beer and hoist one to everyone who works for a living.

1AM: 4 September 2016 Hot Links

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Hour, Day, Month, Year  = 12, 22, 32, 42.

Say, “Ahoy, matey, dis be der ninetain off Septembarrrrgh,” or “Bring oat jer booty an’ I’ll let yer play wit me byrd,” and get a free donut. Do it while wearing an eyepatch, black tricorn hat or head scarf, striped shirt with tattered pants, a cutlass or dragoon, and a parrot on your shoulder and you’ll get a dozen. TRUE.

Getting to Woodstock 1969.

Riding electric scooters around the desert with space babes.

It sits on top of a refrigerator – somewhere – and it’s disturbing.

Serious Papercuts.

Ray Charles won three consecutive games of chess against Willie Nelson according to Willie Nelson. Sure he did, Willie [via].

Girls in wood bathing suits 1929.

Auf den leiben einer Wanderzelle IV. According to Google, that translates to “On the legs of a walking cell IV,” the caption here says “the perspective is an anatomical landscape from the inside of the nostril looking out.” There’s even a cute little booger.

This is a Kinesin Motor Protein. More about them here.

#BlackElvisMatter.

 

To The Missus

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Love Forever, Bunk

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday Matinee – I Dig Safety, I Feel Like Saying a Beatnik Poem & Tom Waits

https://youtu.be/JMWTEyYV7CA

This is the way it is, baby. I Dig Safety, and it’s about time you paid attention to it. Don’t let the title fool you; this could save your life, and it’s got a cool hip soundtrack with bongos, courtesy of Xerox [1969].

The Utoobage description sums it up: “A great clip from the 1958 teen B movie High School Confidential. This clip features Phillipa Fallon as a beat poetess. That’s Uncle Fester, AKA Jackie Coogan on piano behind her. Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum.” Here’s the whole awesome [via]:

High School Drag

My old man was a bread stasher all his life.
He never got fat. He wound up with a used car,
a 17 inch screen and arthritis.

Tomorrow is a drag, man.
Tomorrow is a king sized bust.

They cried ‘put down pot,’ ‘don’t think a lot,’ for what?
Time, how much? And what to do with it.

Sleep, man, and you might wake up digging the whole
human race giving itself three days to get out.

Tomorrow is a drag, pops, the future is a flake.

I had a canary who couldn’t sing.
I had a cat who let me share my pad with her.
I bought a dog that killed the cat who ate the canary.
What is truth?

I had an uncle with an ivy league card.
He had a life with a belt in the back.
He had a button-down brain.
Wind up a belt in the mouth with a button-down lip.

We cough blood on this earth.
Now there’s a race for space.
We can cough blood on the moon soon.

Tomorrow’s dragsville, cats.
Tomorrow is a king size drag.

Tool a fast shore, swing with a gassy chick.
Turn on to a thousand joys.
Smile on what happened, or check what’s going to happen,
You’ll miss what’s happening.
Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum.

Swing For A Crime is a great compilation of hep cat music interspersed with audio snippets from B-movie suspense thrillers (including the distinctive voice of Lee Marvin hollering “Oh you pig! You lyin’ pig!” from the 1953 movie The Big Heat). I have it on vinyl.

The only performer I know of that was able to recreate the hep cat beatnik persona successfully is Tom Waits.

Have a great Labor Day Weekend, folks.

[Yeah, I fixed it, and I know it’s not Memorial Day Weekend. That’s what happens when you realize it’s almost midnight and you’ve been messing around too much on Twitter to post anything coherently. –Bunk]