The more I study this photo the funnier it gets. Obviously the guy got tired of repeatedly answering the same question, so there must have been a lot of people stopping by unannounced.
The answer to the puzzle appears to be the unusual scarecrow behind him – a giant snake head that waves in the breeze, overlooking a field of bird and bunny food and disturbing the neighbors for miles around. I want one.
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It’s a complete mystery. Nobody knows exactly what went down in the San Fernando Valley in 1983 except for one proud lady displaying her bowling balls that she grew from seeds.
But that poster… creep city. An overweight one-armed busty yellow jacket with spit curls offsets the mysterious code on the right, below which is a secret symbol, kind of an anti-yin-yang deal. I smell evil.
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Martin Mull in 1973 gets back to his roots in the Lake Erie delta.
Martin Mull’s college roommate was Steve Martin who was no slouch on banjo.
Awesome. I can play the plastic scale, too, but putting it into a high-speed vid makes the grade.
Now THIS is really annoying, so much so that I’m not going to post it here. You’re on you’re own, and I dare you to listen to the whole tutorial. I couldn’t do it, but I can listen through this:
David Grisman & Jerry Garcia doing B.B. King’s classic “Thrill is Gone.”
To close it out, here’s B.B. King himself with Billy Preston and, um, Bruce Willis on harp. Have a great weekend folks, and remember that most of us can play harp better than Bruce Willis, who’s got no business at all in that lineup.
Although the sign says “Mockingbird Heights Drag Strip,” the photo was probably taken at the NHRA Drag Strip in Pomona California in the mid 1960s. Fred Gwynne as Herman Munster was accompanied by Grampa Munster (Al Lewis) for a publicity stunt.
I watched the show as a kid for obvious reasons, but especially to see Marilyn Munster. All the little chicks with the crimson lips fawned over 10 year old Eddie Munster, and one of his fans finally tracked down Butch Patrick.
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Argument with an ibex. No subtitles needed. [via]
Interview with ice sculptor at Orange County Fair 2010.
Haven’t had any Leon in a while. When he was on the Tonight show, he didn’t know what Diddy Wah Diddy meant… or so he claimed.
Ry Cooder covered Diddy Wah Diddy, too.
Here’s Captain Beefheart’s version of a different Diddy Wah Diddy, and with that we’re out until tomorrow. Have a great weekend folks.
[Update 7 August 2010 – Forgot to add that The Fabulous Thunderbirds did a great cover of Bo Diddley’s “Diddy Wah Diddy.” Couldn’t find a video for either versions.]
“Guys! Check it out! Babs just showed up with a Tootsie Roll and she’s chewing it! Dump your skanky dates, you’re missing the best part! Man oh man, look at her go!”
True Fact: Tootsie Roll, see, is the life of every party… for wherever Young America gathers… Its popularity is acclaimed by all.
Acclaimed by all 13 dweebs in the advert, that is. The next best thing, besides watching Babs seductively remove her fillings with a brown phallus-shaped wad of sugar, corn syrup, partially hydrogenated soybean oil, condensed milk, cocoa, whey, soy lecithin, orange extract, and artificial and condensed flavors, is an ether binge.
Redneck washing machine. When Steve McGranahan‘s not bending cast iron skillits for charity, this funny guy makes videos.
“Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad?” was one of Derek & The Dominos’ greatest hits.
One of my favorite Wailers songs.
Here’s a 44 year old Clarence Gatemouth Brown with a 32 yearold Johnny Jones playing “Chicken Fat” in 1968. [via]
Happy 74th Birthday to Buddy Guy, one of the last original bluesplayers. Here’s a guy who left the south for Chicago and played for sandwiches to keep from starving.
Have a great weekend, folks. See y’all back here tomorrow.
Have a great weekend, but be back here tomorrow for more fun.
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