Category: Retro & Vintage

Private First Class Hannibal Shirley Dobbs

The end of the Civil War was near
When quite accidentally,
A hero who sneezed, abruptly seized
Retreat and reversed it to victory!
His Medal of Honor pleased and thrilled
His proud little family group;
While pinning it on, some blood was spilled
And so it was planned he’d command… F TROOP!
Where Indian fights are colorful sights
And nobody takes a lickin’,
Where paleface and redskin
Both turn chicken!
When drilling and fighting get them down
They know their morale can’t droop
As long as they all relax in town
Before they resume with a bang and a boom… F TROOP!

[Story here. Image found here. Click the image for a bonus.]

Saturday Matinee – Personal Hygiene, Leave It To Beaver, Ramones, DC5, MGMT

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.

Saturday Matinee – Tank Girl, Classic Hammond B3 Organ Solos, Tom Waits, Fishbone & Neil Young

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.

Saturday Matinee – Hoyt Axton & His Mom, Steppenwolf, Three Dog Night, Randy Newman, X, Paul McCartney

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.

1937 – The Year of Cow Pants


From Popular Science for October, 1937.

[Found here.]

Waiting For Sundown


[via]
I miss Drive-Ins. Let me rephrase that – I miss the memories of Drive-Ins. No, let’s try it again – I miss my false memories of Drive-Ins. For the most part Drive-Ins sucked donkeys.

Cold nights, steamed up windows, a full cooler of cheapo beer with crappy movies. Speakers that hung on the driver’s side window that played static in mono, and a whiny date who just wanted to go home because she was freezing and couldn’t stand my buddy in the back seat with his cold whiny date. Because of that, “Flesh Gordon” was one of my least favorite movies of all time.

Once I hid in the trunk with Danny Rat The Dirty White to get in free, getting CO poisoning, watching the B-movie double feature in a lawn chair with warm beer and a pounding headache. Yeah, fun times.

Years later a bunch of us piled into Pecker Pete’s van and went to a multi-screen Drive-In. By then the crappy speakers had been replaced with an antenna clip, so you could listen to the movie over AM radio on your own speakers.

Pecker didn’t have a radio, but at least one of us had seen each of the flicks. We parked in the middle of the lot and watched five movies at once, providing our own narration. The chicks dug it.

I don’t miss Drive-In theaters at all, except for when I do.

Saturday Matinee – Air Swimmers, Jaws, The Sonics, Petty Booka, and The Dead

Air Swimmers

“Jaws” in 60 seconds. Duh du duh du duh du…

The Sonics were definitely proto punk. “Psycho” from 1965.

Petty Booka featuring Petty and Booka. Nice harmonies with ukes.

Here’s The Grateful Dead’s version of Sam Cooke‘s “Let The Good Times Roll.”

End of summer back to school kinda music. Have a great Labor Day Weekend, folks, and be back tomorrow for more fun.

Hello. This Is The Ceiling Calling. Look At Me When I’m Talking To You.

When the ceiling calls, pay attention.

[Found in here.]

Saturday Matinee – Baaa, Fire, Idiot Wind, Sugar Ray, Deep River Blues

This WILL give little kids nightmares. [Found here.]

Ohio Players on the Midnight Special 1975.

Dedicated to Hurricane Irene, here’s Pauly Shore Bob Dylan, kinda singing.

Room Full of Blues caught on 16mm B&W film from 1956 + 40 years.

Doc Watson’s “Deep River Blues.”

With that we’re out. Have a great weekend folks, stay safe and away from the floods.

Catching some Zs

Never forget and always remember the Future.

[Found here.]