Maddy Bailey takes no offense [via].
Frank Zappa conducted Ravel’s Bolero, one of the most boring compositions ever, but added a Reggae beat. Why not?
The Cadillac Three make some fun noise. Never met ’em, but I grew up with some just like ’em. Good people.
Holy crap! Look at the lineup of that John Lee Hooker backup band!
Have a great weekend, folks. Boogie chillun’.
[Found here. Mattias Inks is awesome.]
[Found here and here. The 3rd one I cropped, reversed, spliced, looped and resized from, um, here. Click on any .gif above to hear awesome.]
BTW, this post is kind of a landmark as we’ve been collecting .gif animations and posting three or more every Friday. That means we’ve got about 1,800 cool in our Archives. Have at ’em.
Okay, I never heard of a raccoon dog until recently.
Prepare to be grossed out and disgusted.
[h/t Madame Jujujive.]
How to make a Miraphone.
László Bíró is possibly the greatest pen name ever.
Marcel Marceau‘s last words were, ” .”
This illusion works only once… as far as you know. If you’ve never seen it, stop the video at 0:55, reset to 0:00 and watch it again. If you’ve seen it before, watch the entire video non-stop, then smack your forehead.
Neither Southside Johnny nor Maria Muldaur wrote the song. Lois Mann & Henry Glover did, and The Swallows recorded it in 1951.
I first heard this song when I was 11. This song sounded so good, but I was curious as to what they were talking about. I’m like “Grandma, what are they talking about?”
She looked at me for a minute and replied, “They’re talkin’ ’bout cuttin’ meat.”
BTW, Lois Mann’s real name was Sidney Nathan.
[Top image: Libellula croceipennis aka “Neon Skimmer” spotted in my side yard.]
Lemme guess. She’s a Journalism Major.
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 