It’s all in the advertising. Note that the $1 seahorses are not “Darling Pet Seahorses” (never mind that the ones in the picture are kinda dead and dessicated, and that just about anywhere in the world one can dig up sea shells hundreds of miles inland)…
But monkeys!
My dad knew that seahorses wouldn’t crap all over the house, wouldn’t get into the cupboard in the middle of the night to get at the strawberry preserves by dropping the jar on the tile floor, and wouldn’t attack your face when you looked them in the eye. Dad was wise beyond his years.
“So can I get the seahorses?”
“No.”
[Image from the back of a 1967 needlework and crafts magazine, shown here.]
It all makes sense now, considering Jimbo Hendrix’ love of the ‘grass and his discography:
Hey Bud
Purple Hayes (tribute to Woody)
All Along the Wheat Flour
Breakdown Traffic
MooMoo Child
Stone Fence
Fox-N-Ladle
The Wind Cries Opal
(Many more classics were showcased at the Monterrey International Harvester Festival in 1970.)
Aside from Jimbo, The GrooveGrass Boyz mixed some Grand Ole Opry standards with funk, with Bootsy Collins on bass. Really.
American ancestry brief from the 2000 census (via this excellent website). Interesting that the largest percentage, 1 in 6, described their ancestry as German. When asked, I usually describe myself as European Mutt.
1973. Ugh. Rock N Roll was losing its edge, and then some unknown band like Focus got a lot of airplay, at least for a few minutes. We did our best to ignore the yodeling, except for the Popeye part. Here’s a rare live version of “Hocus Pocus,” with Gladys Knight(?!) doing the intro.
1973 also brought this to our FM converters so we could hear it on our AM car radios. Golden Earring‘s greatest hit, “Radar Love,” wasn’t their best song, but it was great roadtrip music.
1973 had THIS highlight, though: Stevie Wonder’s “Superstition” (before he went weeny on us).
1973 music sucked on a whole lotta levels never seen before. Top BillBoard hits included:
“You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon
“Crocododile Rock” by Elton John
“Bad Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce
“Top of the World” by the Carpenters
“There’s Got To Be A Morning After” by Maureen McGovern
“Tie a Yellow Ribbofdpnoa oh man I can’t type any more of that garbage without gagging.
BUT THERE WAS THIS:
Gladys Knight was awesome. We were all Pips in the days of old (“Whoo-whoo!”). Then I lost my direction again with this:
Edgar Winter’s “Frankenstein” was being played on the radio about the same time brother JohnnyRick Derringer was getting airplay for “Rock And Roll Hoochie Coo.” [cbullitt corrected me in the comments section.]
Johnny Winter was better at the blues, but he cranked on Dylan’s “Highway 61.” (Look for G.E. Smith on rhythm guitar.)
Dang. I could take this string for another dozen utoobage links, but I’ll cut it here… temporarily.
* “SatMat” means “Saturday Matinee.” It looked better abbreviated on the title.
[Bottom image found by Amy Oops. 2nd image posted on Amy Oops by Bunk. Top image reposted from here. And if you live in California, remember to vote NO a minimum of six times on Tuesday May 19th.]
“Whoa! That’s Jessica Rabbit! And there’s Pocahontas with Red Hot Riding Hood! Dang!” The image is wrong, though. Needs a Warner Brothers Jaw-Drop. Like this:
[Images found here and here. Click on the top image for an artsy fartsy video.]
“The Art of Taxidermy,” 1898, by John Rowley can be found in its entirety here. The text is fascinating. I just might download it so I can repair my jackalope head.
The laugh track is unfortunate as this dealie is funny by itself. I’ve got no idea what they’re saying. [Found here.]
“On an August morning in 1978, French filmmaker Claude Lelouch mounted a gyro-stabilized camera to the bumper of a Ferrari 275 GTB and had a friend, a professional Formula 1 racer, drive at breakneck speed through the heart of Paris early in the morning . The film was limited for technical reasons to 10 minutes; the course was from Porte Dauphine, through the Louvre, to the Basilica of Sacre Coeur.
“No streets were closed, for Lelouch was unable to obtain a permit. The driver completed the course in about 9 minutes, reaching nearly 140 MPH in some stretches. The footage reveals him running real red lights, nearly hitting real pedestrians, and driving the wrong way up real one-way streets.
“Upon showing the film in public for the first time, Lelouch was arrested. He has never revealed the identity of the driver, and the film went underground.”
[Link and description via email. Apparently it’s been around for a while, but. Tip o’ the tarboosh to Dan S.]
This was my introduction to Tom Waits, via the Eagles, and I hated the Eagles from then on. Looky here:
Ahhh. Yeah. The originals are always the best. Like this one:
Tacky Raccoons 
