Bear. Stop it. Stop it, Bear. Why are you breaking my kayak? Bear doesn’t speak English. Someone needs to add an instrumental background soundtrack with a heavy walking bass line to this.
This is so wrong. Chuck Berry sings Death Metal.
Regis Philbin and Cathy Lee interview The Ramones [1988].
Charles Schulz disliked the name “Peanuts”.
Nice catch… using Barbie Gear.
Top image is not a photoshop. Check it out here [via].
Building a scale model of our solar system [via]. Were the Earth the size of a marble, take a guess as to how big this model was.
(Hint: Bigger than that.)
Not sure what to make of this, but it kept my attention. It’s titled “Kiesza – Hideaway (Bonya & Kuzmich Russian parody).” I don’t know who Kieza is, but I’m not impressed and don’t care much either. [Found here.]
Since our Saturday Matinee Post is typically eclectic, let’s shift gears.
Billy Woodward is an anomaly – part country, part country blues, part rockabilly. Although I was looking for a video of another song (I Got Bit) this’ll do.
Have a great weekend, folks, and be back here tomorrow for more stuff.
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.
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.
Every one of those images were derived from B&W photos, and if I’m not mistaken, they were created by Robert Crumb. You’ve heard their songs covered by others (like this one by Memphis Minnie & Kansas City Joe McCoy).
[Image found here.]
So I axed Bunkessa about the song she played last weekend on our patio hi-fi. She said it was “Our Deal” by Best Coast, a Beach Goth band from L.A. Never heard of the group nor the genre, but so what. I like the retro sound. [The video accompaniment is a Cliff’s Notes mime version of West Side Story.]
Okay, so what to post next? Let’s keep the retro thang going.
The Ray Beats were kinda Chantays, kinda Ventures, kinda Dick Dale and kinda NY punk in the late 70s/early 80s. In other words, kinda young, kinda wow.
Here’s another talent who dodged my radar: Bishop Bullwinkle and “Hell 2 Da Naw Naw.” Apparently it went viral in August and I’m late to the party [via]. Dude’s got a great message.
Have a great weekend folks. See you back here tomorrow, even if you’re headed out on a 3-day family road trip to See Ruby Falls.
Odd scary animation. I love it.
Hardest Working Knees In Show Business.
(This one goes out to you, Calo. Chin up always.)
The Shadows were smokin’ on Lawrence Welk circa 1960.
Have a great weekend, folks. Remember to leave the seat up after you’re done peeing on it and always flush with your feet. All you guys, please do the same, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow.
Mercury(II) thiocyanate decomposition is kinda cool, but some of the U Toobage comments amused me more (posted verbatim):
This was filmed in a North Korean secret science lab where they are trying to build their next president.
How cool would it be to pretend to be a wizard in the medieval ages, just go into a kings throne room and threaten them by summoning satans dick tentacles, pop this experiment down, and as everyone is screaming, command the dick tentacles to stop, and then they all be like. Oh you so great wizard telling satans dick tentacles to stop, and then you would be like muahahah – ill stop, and yes, there is something wrong with me.
Why is he using a little tiny golf club to put down the powder?
Why did watching this bring Hillary to mind ?
and that’s how they grow kale! now you know
i’d smoke that
poke it with a stick…
BTW, the word is spelled “Weirdest.” I before E except after W…
Okay. Enough of that, so let’s go eclectic. How ’bout some 1966 retro?
Here’s The Electric Prunes on Dick Clark’s American Bandstand, circa 1966, lip-synching “I Had Too Much To Dream.”
“Psychotic Reaction” by The Count Five, circa 1966.
The Seeds‘ “Pushin’ Too Hard” circa 1966.
For me, 1966 was a great year because I got a small transistor radio for my birthday. It ate up my allowance money in batteries because I’d fall asleep listening to WSAI into the wee hours on school nights. It was also the year Dad ordered a complete set of the World Book Encyclopedia. That was the edition that had frog dissections and human anatomy on overlapping clear celluloid layers. Very cool.
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for stuff.
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 