In 1965, The Spencer Davis Group rocked.
In 1967, Traffic rocked.
In 1969, Blind Faith rocked.
30 or so years later, and Steve Winwood still rocks.
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow, Winwood or not.
In 1965, The Spencer Davis Group rocked.
In 1967, Traffic rocked.
In 1969, Blind Faith rocked.
30 or so years later, and Steve Winwood still rocks.
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow, Winwood or not.
Smell the tail. [Found here.]
[Found here.]
The Argument Of The Beard goes like this:
“…For if once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he comes next to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination. Once [one] begin[s] upon this downward path, you never know where you are to stop. Many a man has dated his ruin from some murder or other that perhaps he thought little of at the time.”
–Thomas DeQuincey
Yet another way to win at Rock Paper Scissors.
It’s 11:22 according to the ferrofluid clock.
Mare brings horseyhubby a sammich [via].
Haka for Mr. Dawson Tamatea’s funeral.
Ever wondered what people do with clam saliva? Here you go.
BREAKING NEWS: The Antarctic ice cap is reportedly melting due to Anthropogenic Global Climate Change™. That means the temperature at the South Pole has risen at least 120 degrees Fahrenheit, and it’s all your fault. [More here]
Chu Berry & His Stompy Stevedores with “ChuBerry Jam” from 1937 [via].
Pinball Folsom Wizard Prison Blues.
Excellent performance by Puddles The Clown.
Jim Stafford was rated, both under and over, for obvious reasons.
By the way, how ’bout a crappy but excellent video of The Rave-Ups featuring frontman Jimmer Podrasky?
The Rave-Ups were underrated IMO, but they got some traction for their work in a B-minus movie, Pretty In Pink, and In My Gremlin is my favorite Rave-Ups song, also for obvious reasons.
Have a great weekend, folks, and be back here tomorrow for Armageddon.
[Found here.]
It’s hot
It’s so hot, I saw a dog chasing a cat and they were both walking. It’s so hot, I saw two fire hydrants fighting over a dog. It’s so hot, the potholes in were filling themselves with asphaltic runoff. It’s so hot, kids are carving their initials in train tracks – with bamboo. It’s so hot, my eyeglasses updated my prescription. It’s so hot, the incandescent bulbs feel cool to the touch. It’s so hot, the sidewalks are on strike and demanding more eggs. It’s so hot, I didn’t have to trim my nose hair. It’s so hot, we had to fire up the grill just to cool the patio.
It’s still hot.