[Gwen found this.]
Ramona Lisa
[Gwen found this.]
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I love the retro sound of The Black Keys, and I dance like that guy.
[h/t to garycooper]
I can’t play harmonica and guitar at the same time. Heck I can’t play guitar and sing either. Okay, my guitar playing sucks, I can’t sing and my harp is middling.
Benjamin Tehoval amazes me. [h/t to Bagua.]
Slim Harpo‘s “Scratch My Back” with a nice vid attached.
The Marcels‘ “Blue Moon” is a classic. They recorded their 1961 hit in just two takes – and the recordings are almost indistinguishable from each other.
The late Stéphane Grappelli‘s version of “Blue Moon” is closer to the 1934 original, and it’s a pretty song to end this post with.
Have a great weekend folks. Come back here tomorrow for more inanity.
Dr. Suess’ “Oh The Thinks You Can Think” is a video adaptation with music from the banned “Dylan Hears A Who.”
My new keyed fiddle (“Schlüsselfiedel” in German, “nyckelharpa” in Swedish). This instrument was common throughout the German speaking areas until the 17th century – from then on, it was kept only in the area of Uppland in Sweden, where the art of the instrument was rediscovered in the 20th century.
Humming House’s “Gypsy Django” is kinda fun. Tip ‘o the tarboosh to Bunkarina.
Remastered from the famous rooftop recording, I dedicate The Beatles’ “I Me Mine” to the hypocrites participating in OccupyWhatever, who are making the same mistakes and pulling the same stunts of decades ago.
The late Sam Kinison’s “Wild Thing” is pure awesome. [h/t brick]
When I googled “Hot Lynx,” this came up. No explanation offered.
Cool illusion bro.
Gladys Knight sings her hit “Neither One Of Us” a capella. Here’s the original with the Pips.
Think you’ve got a good eye for colors? Try this hue test. (I got a score of 17.)
Throwable 360 degree camera ball has a thingy that detects the whatsit and takes pictures at the whatchamacallit so that you can look at where you were in 3D. If you get one, I want you to lob it into the polar bear exhibit.
The original version of “Do Wah Diddy Diddy” by The Exciters.
(h/t to planetross for telling me something I should’ve told him.)
If you missed the linky quietly added to the sidebar, I’m on Twitter, and I’m collecting followers. No content, one single tweet, that’s it. Retweets will bring you good luck and stuff.
That’s an Occupation Wall Street version of LEAVE BRITTNEY ALONE. These are adults (using the broadest definition – they’re at least 18 years old) and their ignorance will amaze you. NSFW/NSFK language. Let’s move on to funner stuff.
UPDATE: Meltdown boy identified!
A Breitbart.tv investigation has uncovered that the man whose epic meltdown video at the “Occupy Wall Street” protests went viral is really Edward T. Hall III. Mr. Hall is a Columbia graduate student who has a trust fund set up by his grandfather. He recently made headlines for trying to board a flight at JFK airport by hopping the ticket counter and diving onto the baggage carousel.
He was charged with trespassing and is free on “conditional release.”
Manfred Mann‘s Earth Band. I saw them live, they were great. “Blinded By The Light” ended with a big flash that left us seeing nothing but a big blue glow for a minute or so. After all these years I still have no idea what the lyrics mean.
Heck. Why not.
Herman’s Hermits 1965 hit “Mrs. Brown You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter” was a nice pretty skiffle song.
The Tremeloes‘ 1967 hit “Here Comes My Baby.” Note that his “baby” showed up with another guy, and it comes as no surprise because she’s kind of a [drag] [skank] [slut] [other].
When you think of great 60s rock bands, do The Tremeloes hit your radar? They don’t, but they should, and that makes the mandated five videos for this post.
Have a great weekend, folks, and come back here tomorrow for more fun.
To all readers of Tacky Raccoons who have Utoobage accounts:
Please capture and repost these. They’ve been blocked and vaporized before, but they should be available to everyone, if only because they’re so entirely awesome.
The Pyramids’ 1958 hit “Hot Dog Dooly Wah” is a favorite around here.
Dion DiMucci trashed a slut and everyone heard.
The Mills Brothers‘ “Till Then” is a classic.
Zappa’s Black Napkins.
And with that, I’m outta here. Have a great weekend, folks.
Let’s get this one out of the way first. State of the art physics demonstration explores and remedies a common benign malady known as “poop splash.” [via].
Leave It To Beaver Beaver Beaver…
The Ramones’ “She’s The One.” Great stuff. I never understood why they never had a top 40 hit.
The Dave Clark Five‘s 1964 cover of The Contours‘ classic “Do You Love Me” is almost better than the original. (Note that I said “almost.”)
Yeah. I miss it, too.
That makes five, and with that we’re out. Have a great weekend, folks.
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.
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.

[via]
When he speaks, he blows,
And everyone knows:
Obama don’t play no trombone;
But were it a trumpet,
He’d blow like a strumpet,
And THIS IS THE WAY IT GOES.