Here’s Louis Armstrong from1953, “Struttin’ With Some Barbecue.” He recorded the song in 1927 with his first band, The Hot Five. (If that link don’t shine, try this.)
Ray McKinley with Bobby Nichols (cornet) and Lennie Hambro (clarinet) circa 1960.
Evenk shamaness heating her drum over fire. Photo by A. Slapins, 1975
Heating the drum before use was necessary because the heat tightened the drum skin and changed its pitch. Basically, the shaman used the fire for tuning his/her drum.
The Evenks are native to Asia, particularly southern Siberia, and their culture predates Russia – it’s been traced to neolithic times.
“The objective was to make a visual representation of 9000 people drawn in the sand which equates the number of Civilians, Germans Forces and Allies that died during the D-day landings, 6th June during WWII as an example of what happens in the absence of peace.
“There will be no distinction between nationalities, they will be known only as ‘The Fallen’. It does not propose to be a celebration or condemnation, simply a statement of fact and tribute to life and its premature loss.” [via]
The creators’ motives appear to be honorable. Although the work was temporary, it’s stunning – a visual example of the thousands of lives sacrificed in the name of Freedom. As bloody and violent as it was, this particular D-Day and H-Hour was the beginning of the end to violent warfare in Europe.
Was there fear on 6 June 1944? With out a doubt, yet the men who selflessly stormed the beaches and cliffs of Normandy had amazing courage and unimaginable fortitude to fight for what they believed in against incredible odds.
Church became the first stewardess to fly (though not the first flight attendant, as German Heinrich Kubis had preceded her in 1912). On May 15, 1930, she embarked on a Boeing 80A for a 20-hour flight from Oakland/San Francisco to Chicago with 13 stops and 14 passengers.
That works out to a potty break about every 90 minutes en-route. In those days, synchronization was everything.
Anyone know who these guys were? I’m guessing mid-late 1920s, tried to identify the trumpet player with no luck. The clarinet/baritone sax player is the only one wearing spats, so he may be the band leader.
Mountain of Dinosaurs [Rasa Strautmane, USSR 1967] was an anti-soviet propaganda film. Watch it for the nuances before you read the following.
The short warns about what happens if powerful stewards meant to care for individuals actually stifle those they are charged to protect. Dinosaurs didn’t die because of climate change, the short says, but because their eggs became so thick-shelled in response to colder temperatures that the baby dinosaurs couldn’t hatch. The shells (yes, the eggshells speak) mindlessly drone that they are doing their “duty,” but by growing thicker and thicker they kill the nascent sauropods. The scene is the saddest dinosaur cartoon I’ve ever seen, and it seems to be a metaphor for the Soviet government suppressing the rights of individual citizens. Indeed, the death of dinosaurs was not only used by Americans to issue dire warnings — they are an international symbol of extinction.
Remember Always that this atrocity was planned and choreographed, not by students of Kent State University, the City of Kent Police Department, the Ohio National Guard, or the Nixon administration.
Tacky Raccoons 