Look closely. It’s not a union ride, but it’s entirely awesome. I could extrapolate a buncha snarky puns about boxes and services here, but we try to keep it PG, or at least PG-13, and neither one of those ratings mean anything, at least not in the world of Babe Magnets.
[Found here.]
All I know about that pic is that it was taken in NYC, it’s an Art Statement of some sort, and that she’s hot but he’s not. Aside from that, you’re on your own. [Found here.]
[Update: Those are both females. I think it’s an understandable error.]
Since I embarrassed myself by admitting that I was clueless about “Tank Girl,” maybe this will make up for it. Here’s the movie trailer, featuring Lori Petty and Malcom McDowell.
Tribute to the Hammond B3 Organism Part 1. (Parts 2 & 3 here and here.)
That’s Tom Waits‘ “Jockey Full Of Bourbon” from 1986. I’ve posted “Downtown Train” before and I’m not ashamed to repost it either.
Best comment on the Utoobage for that vid:
“This somehow makes Rod Stewart suck even more.”
Fishbone‘s “Cholly.” Years ago I mentioned to Birdman that I’d like to attend a Fishbone show. He responded, “No you don’t.” Birdman is savvy.
Neil Young in Japan, 2001. Country Dick Montana took that song and did it better, IMO.
Five videos makes the nut, and with that, we’re out. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll be back here tomorrow for more fun.
Please don’t step the Moai. They don’t appreciate it, and it annoys them. When the Moai get stepped, a trunkful of unpredictable awful happens, and you’re not going to like it. It’s much worse than breaking a mirror.
Somebody didn’t read the sign.
If you step the Moai, your karma will be affected, and it will take years to regain your former status. Think of it as being downdinged for a decade, in real life, by everyone.
[2nd image found here, and the history of the Moai is facinating – here.]
Although it’s been in my blog roll for years, it’s been a while since I ventured over to No Puedo Creer. “I Can’t Believe It” is a great website from Spain, and I’d use it to practice hobbling the spaniel with some of the commenters.
Without cheating, guess what those things are. You’re going to be amazed and disgusted at the same time, I guarantee it.
Hint 1: It’s a successful Japanese medical experiment.
Hint 2: Those are mouse embryos.
Give up? Here’s the story.
That’s Steppenwolf, as if I had to tell you. “Born To Be Wild” was released in 1968, as was “The Pusher,” written by Hoyt Axton. Axton also wrote “Joy To The World,” a major hit recorded by Three Dog Night, and one of the worst songs in rock history, IMO. I refuse to post it, so I’ll go with this 1970 classic:
“Mama Told Me Not To Come” was written by Randy Newman.
I don’t care much for his politiks, but he’s a funny guy. Hell, anyone that can blatantly mock L.A. without Los Angelenos catching on is all right by me.
Okay, I looked for a decent vid of X‘ “Los Angeles” but settled for “Johnny Hit And Run Pauline” instead, just to keep the vibe going. (No, really. I looked. Serious Ramones influence on that.)
Now back to Hoyt Axton. His mother wrote this: [Insert John Cale garbage here] I can tolerate a lot of alternative experimental stuff, but John Cale’s version of “Heartbreak Hotel” is so wrong.
This, on the other hand is honest: Paul McCartney plays Hoyt Axton’s Mom.
And with that, we’re out of here. Have a great weekend, folks, and be back tomorrow for more stuff.
Tacky Raccoons 