Month: February 2025

Saturday Matinee – Tomislav Goluban w/ Crooked Eye Tommy, Jimmy Vivino & Julian Sas

Croatian harp player Tomislav Goluban teamed up with ocular alignment specialist Crooked Eye Tommy Marsh to promote virtual refreshments with virtual classic cars of questionable makes and models.

“Jimmy Vivino (aka Jimmy V) has always considered himself ‘a blues man with a job’. Although best known for serving 26 years as Conan O’Brien’s musical director, guitarist and bandleader, his experience in the music business predates that by 20 plus years.” – YouTube

Julian Sas : “I was born and raised in the Centre of The Netherlands in 1970 and grew up In a small town and had a normal childhood… The first years I spent my life living on a boat on the river. In fact I was born on that river.”  His website cover photo is quite Kinison-esque.

Super Bowl Licks tomorrow, with chili on the menu and TV on the porch. You know what to do. See you by kickoff time.

The .Gif Friday Post No. 892 – The Fanboy, Some Sealiness & Mikala Jones Shoots the Curl

[Found here, here and here.]

The Lineup

[Fred, Boris & Ted found here.]

Fancy Meeting Me Here.

Divers exploring the submerged ruins near Alexandria, Egypt, have recently captured stunning photographs of a Greek statue from the ancient city of Heracleion, also known as Thonis.

[Image found here, story here.]

A Hindu God

I saw her standing by the side of the road four weeks ago as I rode past. I thought I was imagining it. But even for me, that would have been imagining things on a super-overdrive. She did actually have a framed picture of David Lynch. Usually I have seen women carrying a small statue or framed picture of one of the numerous gods to ask money for.

I roamed around and asked for her whereabouts. After four weeks, we finally met. She, and a few other women from the same village, does this for work. When they need a framed picture of a god, they go to a local framing shop and ask if there is one that the customer never came back to collect. For some reason, she chose this one of a white god this time, she said.

“Which god is he?” she asks me at the end of our meeting and chat as I walked her back to her bus stop.

“The one that has made some of the most beautiful things in the recent years, unlike the others,” I said.

[Photo and caption by Tanmay Saxena, found here via here. The photo was taken three weeks prior to Lynch’s death.]

Diprionidian Hot Links

Last of the Singing Cowboys, The Marshal Tucker Band (1979)
The group recorded numerous albums that went gold and platinum, including their first, titled simply The Marshall Tucker Band (1973). The band was named after Marshal Tucker, a blind piano tuner whose name was inscribed on a key to the warehouse where the band rehearsed.

The flew.

Dance hard.

Proof of age.

Selling Ukiah.

The Paper Ark.

No matter who.

Great blue heron!

¡La Migra! ¡La Migra!

Emma O’Leary’s dogs.

Norty Blues Episode 101.

The NYC A-Train Sax Battle.

USSR December 1978: -73°F.

Mister Nice Hands – an interactive classic.

“I’ll take ‘Decipher It’ for one million, Alec.”

Photogenic couples [via Memo Of The Air].

The White Room [story here via Feral Irishman].

Cruising St. John [via The View From Lady Lake].

[Top image: Atlas moth found here via Bunkerville].

From the Archives: 1 year ago. 5 years ago. 10 years ago. 15 years ago.

Saturday Matinee – Indiara Sfair, Nick Waterhouse & the Carl Verheyen Band

Brazil native and harp virtuoso Indiara Sfair has a tutorial for harmonica beatboxing here.

Nick Waterhouse has an eclectic mix of styles: rockabilly, R&B, jazz and soul, with traces of both old Americana and modern indie rock. He likes vinyl records too.

Besides being guitarist for Supertramp, Carl Verheyen is “one of LA’s elite ‘first call’ session players for the past 40 years, playing on hundreds of records, movie soundtracks and television shows.” Unfortunately Verheyen’s videos don’t credit the band, but that’s Dave Marotta on bass, John Mader / drums, Troy Dexter / keyboards and Hollye Dexter / vocals.

Message to 2025: Please STFD and STFU. We’ve had just about enough of your shit. Take a breather. Message to everyone else: Porch time commences at the crack of noon. See you there.