Pendlemont Turnstile East, England (Strutts News Services)
In an unprecedented feat of unnatural chamomile and a verified act of a genuine changeling, singer Amy Winehouse successfully produced a live wombat from her head, with neither provocation nor warning Thursday, in front of three of her four close friends (two of which didn’t show).
Due to years of self-inflicted mental and physical abuse, Ms. Winehouse came forward and admitted to Senior Reporter Bonnie Phumph (Strutts News Services) that she had indeed succeeded in her ongoing mind-altering experiments.
“It’s only natural that I should produce apparitions like this. I see them all the time, and it’s about time you did, too,” stated the formerly attractive Ms. W.
The unusually coloured black wombat emerged, scratched itself a bit, and wandered off into the hinterlands of the internest; Ms. Winehouse quietly followed and retired for a three-day nap prior to wandering off herself.
[Original undoctored image from here. Related post here.]
[Other news: Bunk is blogsitting Finicky Penguin’s Playpen starting today and running through the 18th of June, standing room only. Go have a visit. Help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge, make long distance phone calls to Nigeria to check on the bank account status, download tranny dwarf porn onto his laptop, etc. In a coupla weeks, FinPeng is gonna be blogsitting here, and I expect y’all to be on your worst behavior.]
If I’m not mistaken, his nickname came from the diddley bow, which consisted of a wire attached to the side of a barn and strung to a wood plank. To play it, you step on the plank to vary the wire tension while you bang out a rhythm on the wire with a stick, kinda like a washtub bass: “bomp-bomp-bomp–bompbomp.”
Video from the TNT Show 1966. Here’s to the Bo Diddley Beat.
Vambo Rool, OKAY! The very underrated proto-punk Sensational Alex Harvey Band had very few early videos posted when we posted this link months ago, but they’ve been breeding ever since.
Bunky had the opportunity to see these babosos live in the ’70s, but couldn’t afford the tickets.
Yeah, I know. “This Little Piggy Went Viral.” I had Weezer in the queue since last year so I might as well post it anyway, just in case some of you hadn’t seen it. All it’s missing is the skateboarding dog.
Earle H. Hagen died this week. He was the composer (and the whistler) of the “Andy Griffith Show” theme song, among others. [Cool yet disrespectful cockatiel Utoobage linky here.]
How they make cartoons (1930).
Octopus Action video. Crabs don’t have a chance, even with a nice soundtrack.
Can’t have too many octopus videos in a single post, so here you go.
[Weezer Utoobage via the winsome and completely awesome Miss Cellanea. Others found by orchestrated accident.]
Bluegrass has its roots in northern Britain according to my ear. The chord patterns of early country music from Appalachia follow those of Scottish and Irish reels. In the immigration wave of the early 1800’s, the Scottish and Irish tended to venture southward, away from the constrictions of the north, to where they could work their own land. No wonder that early southern recordings sound similar to those of Ireland and Scotland.
Bill Monroe & his Bluegrass Boys popularized it and gave the style it’s moniker: Bluegrass. This song (video from 1956) is a tribute to Pendleton Vandiver, Monroe’s uncle. Monroe joined his uncle Pen’s band as a kid; his sound dates back to the turn of the century.
The Dillards were the Darlings clan on the Andy Griffith show. The Dillards decided that L.A. had more to offer than the Missouri Ozarks, and advertised themselves on the streets in the early 1960’s.
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band were influenced by the Dillards, and took Jerry Jeff Walker’s “Mr. BoJangles” for a ride.
What I was really looking for when all this linkyness began was New Grass Revival‘s version of “Steam Powered Aeroplane,” one of the prettiest bluegrass songs I ever heard:
"Well I went away on a Steam Powered Aeroplane.
Well I went and I stayed and damn near didn't come back again.
Didn't go very fast on a steam powered aeroplane,
The wheels went around, up and down, and inside and then back again.Sittin' on a 747 just watching them clouds roll by,
Can't tell if it's sunshine, if it's rain.
Rather be sittin' in a deck chair high up over Kansas City,
On a genuine old fashioned oil finish Steam Powered Aeroplane.Well I'd could be PILOT on the Steam Powered Aeroplane.
I'd pull that pilot wheel 'round, then back again.
And I'd wear a blue hat, YEAH, on the Steam Powered Aeroplane,
With letters go 'round the brim and then back again.
Sittin' on a 747 just watching them clouds roll by,
Can't tell if it's sunshine or if it's rain.
Rather be sittin' in a deck chair high up over Kansas City,
On a genuine old fashioned oil finish Steam Powered Aeroplane."
Here’s the songwriter, John Hartford, with Tony Rice, Vassar Clements and others. (Yeah, his vocals don’t do justice for the song.)
Great pre-sunrise morning roadtrip music, just like Pat Metheny’s “New Chataqua Highway,” or anything by Django Reinhardt and Stephan Grappelli.
[Bunk’s compiling his roadtrip list for next month. Lemme know your favorites.]
There’s just something not quite right with “The Howlies” but they have a Southeast Asian Fan Club based in Saigon/Ho Chi Minh City to give them some credibility. With some polish, this coulda been a great video, but it’s just unpolished enough to be kinda scary, and the little wolfie hats don’t help. (Bunky likes it, but not as much as this.)
Mickey Rooney rocks out with Dorothy…
The Beat Farmers‘ “Big Ugly Wheels” featuring the late great Country Dick Montana. (This one’s for Aussie Phil.)
If that one doesn’t play, here’s their excellent version of Neil Young’s “Powderfinger.”
I don’t own Leslie Gore. She owned me up until I saw her hairdo and horseface. Bunky just sealed his eyeballs shut and listened.
I remember hearing this on the battery powered transistor radio I got for Christmas that I hid under my pillow, and Skeeter Davis sounded so purty. She’s another one who had a great voice and a bad hairdo. (I’d never seen her until a few minutes ago, but I was in love with her when I was about 8.)
Then there’s k.d. lang. Just ’cause she gotta big caboose and a butch haircut doesn’t mean I don’t like her music.
And then there’s poor Baz. [Tip o’ the tarboosh to Phil. He says it’s been around for a few years, and somehow he knew that I’d like it by saying so on his Blog From Down Under.]
Speaking of Down Under, some time ago, when WordPress was revamping it’s vamps, I was unable to add the video above to this post. Found a new link for it by accident, so here it is.
In an unprecedented feat of unnatural chamomile and a verified act of a genuine changeling, singer Amy Winehouse successfully produced a live wombat from her head, with neither provocation nor warning Thursday, in front of three of her four close friends (two of which didn’t show).
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