Amy Oops found this happy guy.
“What’s this little paper square in my saki?”
Amy Oops found this happy guy.
Amy Oops found this happy guy.
I’d forgotten all about Ella Mae Morse until I restumbled upon her here. Freddy “Daddy” Slack, along with Ray McKinley and Will Bradley provided the backup. The Will Bradley Trio was a small big band that never quite found their niche, but left a big mark.
Never heard of ’em? Try this.
Here’s Maurice Rocco, a poundin’ on the whites and a slappin’ on the blacks in this version of McKinley & Bradley’s classic “Beat Me, Daddy, Eight To The Bar.” (See any influence on Little Richard or Jerry Lee Lewis there?)
Meanwhile, here’s Commander Cody, Jerry Garcia, Elvis Costello and Sammy Hagar, all in one pile of stuff that you’re probably glad you didn’t pay to see. Good god that’s embarassing. I’ll tell you the truth, I didn’t listen to the whole trainwreck either. My heroes are gone… except for one.
…I don’t know what the hell it is either, but the Goggle Site Transpertion reveals this self-explanatory caption:
“Familiar brought from Guinea, photo, do not think that installation. She said scientists felt flew and flew away. They said: ‘We know this, have seen.’ Twice, dead, washed ashore from the Atlantic. In the photo, much of it decomposed… As they say has all the ‘whiskers, paws, tail… Scales not. And on the back of a comb and hair… View from the front. Lying on his back. With open mouth. visible front and rear ‘legs.'”
[Found here. Translation verbatim.]
You’ve seen her. You’ve heard her voice. She’s famous, yet you don’t know who Mae Questel was. [More below the break.]
All I can say is, “That’s an awesome shadow, Catwoman. Is your name ‘Walter’ ?”
[Unedited image found here.]

If I had all the money I ever spent on lottery tickets… oh wait, I do. You can get better odds in Las Vegas, and that city was built on odds. You want 2 to 1 odds? Go to the racetrack, and you won’t get it there either. [More below the break.]