
[Found here.]

[Found here.]
In 1893, the average beer consumption [in Cincinnati] was 40 gallons for every man, woman and child – 2-1/2 times the national average. [From Cincinnati’s Rise and Fall as a Brewery Town.]
“Little Kings Cream Ale” is sold in 8-packs of little green 7-ounce bottles across the nation. It was the result of a request by Ted Gregory (aka “The Ribs King“) to the Schoenling Brewery Co. when the beer taps went down and his customers didn’t want to pay for 12-ounce beers to go with their shots of whiskey. TRUE
Fun Facts to Know And Tell Department:
[Via the US Postal Service Website]: The following live, day–old animals are acceptable for mailing when properly packaged: chickens, ducks, emus, geese, guinea birds, partridges, pheasants (only during April through August), quail, and turkeys. Day–old poultry can be delivered to the addressee within 72 hours of the time of hatching, except for Sundays and Holidays. Also included in the list are Baby Alligators, Baby Caimans, Chameleons, Frogs, Lizards, Newts, Reptiles and Amphibians, Salamanders, Tadpoles and Toads, and Giant Bone-Crushing Weasels. (Okay, I added the last one.)
[h/t Mrs. N. Mr. N. opined that the chicken chicks are being used as drug mules.]
Giant Bone-Crushing Weasels are estimated to have been about the size of a Jaguar.
Life at the Boeing Field Apartments reminds me of these classics:
“Gary: Landlord of the Flies.“
Goodman was also the author of The Best Train Song Ever and it saved Arlo Guthrie’s career.
[About the Title: My high-school geometry teacher could speak backwards, phonetically, and that’s how he pronounced “Golden Hudepohl Beer.”]
Hambone was an early precurser to diddley-bow and Rap. Here’s a demonstration featuring John Holeman & Dom Flemons found here. Related posts here.
BTW, that’s “Poke Salat,” not “Polk Salad,” and everyone who heard that song thought Tony Joe White was a black cajun guy.
That’s classic D. L. Menard. Might as well keep rolling with the theme.
Like this.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here tomorrow with more victimization and undeserved personal grievances. =D

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[Found here.]
God’s Cricket Chorus is awesome. I want that played at my funeral, by humans, followed by “Holiday For Strings.” played by crickets. [h/t Octopus]
Here’s Tom Waits‘ response when asked by NPR, “What is the most interesting recording you own?”
“It’s a mysteriously beautiful recording from, I am told, Robbie Robertson’s label. It’s of crickets. That’s right, crickets. The first time I heard it … I swore I was listening to the Vienna Boys Choir, or the Mormon Tabernacle choir. It has a four-part harmony. It is a swaying choral panorama. Then a voice comes in on the tape and says, “What you are listening to is the sound of crickets. The only thing that has been manipulated is that they slowed down the tape.” No effects have been added of any kind, except that they changed the speed of the tape. The sound is so haunting. I played it for Charlie Musselwhite, and he looked at me as if I pulled a Leprechaun out of my pocket.” [via]
In 1977 The Steve Gibbons Band covered Chuck Berry‘s 1969 recording of Tulane and did a decent job of it.
Amy Helm can wail, and her band jams it down your throat.
Third World‘s classic “96 Degrees In The Shade” seems appropriate given this week’s heat wave (and not for the political message).
Keep cool, folks, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow.