I want one.
Chopped & Slammed VW Microbus
I want one.
Author: Bunk Strutts
Boogah Boogah.
Saturday Matinee – Big Boy Crudup, Pee Wee King, The Duprees & The Tedeschi Trucks Band
Arthur “Big Boy” Crudup (1905-1974) recorded “That’s All Right” in 1946, and was dubbed “The Father of Rock and Roll.” Crudup spent his life as a farmer and a moonshiner, and although a talented bluesman from Mississippi, he received few if any royalties for his songs that were covered by many, including Elvis Presley, Elton John and Rod Stewart. Crudup got chumped by the recording industry, and eventually went Galt – he decided that if he couldn’t get a piece of the action, why record at all.
1946 was the same year Pee Wee King recorded the classic “Tennessee Waltz.” (I wasn’t anywhere near being born then. The first version I remember was by Spike Jones and His City Slickers, and I wasn’t born then either, but I got a 45rpm copy, and here’s the flip side.)
Here’s The Duprees‘ version of “You Belong To Me,” and the song is not about slavery.
Nice blues rock jam from husband & wife team known as The Tedeschi Trucks Band.
That’s a wrap for this edition of the Saturday Matinee. Have a great weekend folks.
The .Gif Friday Post No. 425 – Stupid Dance 1, Stupid Dance 2 & A Fish Penthouse
Spittin’ Image, ‘bra.”
[Found in here.]
When A Radiologist Takes A Selfie
[Image and caption found in here.]
No. YOU Sit.
[Found here.]
Bigass Farm Crabs
To raise awareness to the issue of air and environmental pollution, artists created three gigantic straw crabs on Shanghai’s Chongming Island late last month [Dec. 2015].
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Coal is the biggest source of China’s air pollution, but straw burning is also an issue of major concern. Although straw burning is banned, many farmers continue the age-old tradition to turn leftover straw into ash fertilizer. Crop burning also helps farmers save on labor costs and is considered an efficient way to rid farmlands of leftover stalks, which are seen as waste material. The practice is most prevalent in the China North Plain, and winds carry the smoke to nearby regions.
Damn those industrious peasants. They always find ways to get things done cheaper… because they have to.
[Found here; description with more photos here. Somewhat related posts here and here.]
In ‘Yo Face Hot Links
How to make a leatherbound journal and then throw it into the fireplace.
On Monday 25 January 2016 Awesome happened. Bob Newhart called in to the Tim Conway Jr. show on KFIAM640. Here’s Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4.
This is the greatest radio theme song ever.
Here’s the original Timmy Time Song.
The Bodysnatchers‘ ska cover of “Too Experienced” is very pretty.
Expand your emoticon vocabulary. Why type 😛 when you can type <°)))))>< ? Expand your emoticon vocabulary here.
I don’t know who thinks painted eyebrows are attractive, but the top image is from here.
Saturday Matinee – Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats, Amy Winehouse and The Contours
The Ghost of Sam Cooke lives, and Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats prove it. Let the good times roll.
The late Amy Winehouse did an interesting cover of Sam Cooke’s “Cupid.” What a talented mess she was.
The Contours knew how to dance a love song.
That’ll do it for a St. Valentine’s Day Eve edition of the Saturday Matinee. See you back here tomorrow, lovers.
The .Gif Friday Post No. 424 – Hillary, Bernie, Donald & Ted and Obama
Don’t read too much into this as I’m just messing around with JASC for the helluvit. Meanwhile a little birdy from Los Angeles sent me the following:
So it’s 2:15. The Obama street closures are about to begin, and the airport traffic is expected to be a mess. Should I take the 10 East to the 710 south?
HELL NO. The manic motorhead doesn’t do tens. He does elevens. I’m gonna drive it right down the fetid bloody gaping maw of the 405 South like a boss.
Ignoring the voice of the Waze app bitch, I jam down Centinela past National, past the 90, past Jefferson. I break into the 405 from Howard Hughes Parkway and head for LAX, to face almost certain death.
“Seems the flow is more sluggish than usual,” I think, “but it’s moving.” Then suddenly I see brake lights that stretch from here to San Ysidro. That’s when I make my move. Time for Exit 46.
TO IMPERIAL HIGHWAY – AND BEYOND! *wooooosh*
Everything is going as planned. A mile down the road I jump the unsuspecting 105 East, run the Crenshaw exit lane to the end and merge like a pro. The Gods are surely smiling as I peel off to the Harbor Freeway South, but the patterns aren’t right… something is amiss. Better exit 190th Street for good luck.
Sure enough, the 110 is at a standstill at the 405 interchange. My catlike instincts pay off again as I kick it down Figueroa to the next on ramp and hit it down the Weigh Station Only lane (merge) down the Avalon Boulevard exit only lane (merge) and then suffer a half-mile of stupid until I can veer into the Wilmington on ramp lane. From there it’s a cool breeze. Snaking on and off the 405 exits and entries, I bypass miles of suffering fools moving at 15 mph all the way to Long Beach. To them, I’m an unidentifiable blur of 99/100% pure awesome.
My journey takes less than 90 minutes. Not bad, considering the brutal and bloody odds stacked against me. Now it’s Miller Time, and I tip one to the poor bastards who don’t know the method of the madness. I pity them. I really do.
Tacky Raccoons 