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[Image from here via Neatorama.]
Category: Retro & Vintage
Pen & Ink: Mattias
I love pen and ink illustrations, and Mattias Inks has a good spread. He’s got a 1930’s comic book style with an odd twist that you gotta see for yourselves.
If I could make a living doing this kinda work I’d need nothing else in life. Except for food and beer. Oh yeah, and family. And a computer with internet access. Nothing else. Maybe a car and a house. And a stereo. That’s it. Except for a refrigerator. A warm indoor bathroom would be nice, too, with running water and a water heater. But that’s it. I know that list is kinda long, so let’s start with a million bucks and move up from there.
[Somewhat related post here.]
Ode to Herbie Hancock
[Image from here.]
Babe Magnet: The VW Basbo Flash
I honestly don’t know the story behind this amazing feat of engineering, but here it is.
Very cool. The styling just screams high performance babe magnet.
Serious aerodynamics here. This dragon wagon chills at close to the speed of light and it beats your ride even while parked. Okay, it’s got an unfortunate license plate, but hey, the hotness overrides the WOBL1. Let’s have a look at the interior.
IT’S A COCKPIT! Way cool. But, um, where is the silicone/saline siren supposed to sit? Seems to be a slight design oversight, but admit it, you’re still cruising at 3,000 feet right?
Not quite. Sometimes scale matters. You are travelling at whelp speed in a truncated tadpole…
..only worse. It’s a Mars Bar with wheels and an embarrassing license plate.
Screw it; it’s basic transportation. Let’s mess with the traffic and laugh about it while feeling Green and saving the planet. (Sorry, there’s no room for you. Get your own tadpole, mooch.)
So is it a Babe Magnet or not? Phhht. For the money, I’d buy a Harley and a rainsuit instead, and I’d still get better mileage than Mr. Tadpole.
BUT if I were forced into driving a dorkmobile, and only upon penalty of death, I’d choose this, if only for the nostalgia:
Sam Lowry drove a Messerschmitt in BRAZIL.
[Top images via email from Dan S. Don’t miss this excellent collection of Babe Magnets.]
Cheesecake from the Dawn of Time? Nah.
“The Dancing Venus of Galgenberg is unique. Her head and limbs are carefully depicted, and even accented with openings in the stone. Her left arm is raised with the hand behind the head. She stands with her weight resting insouciantly on one foot, and the right hand is placed on the hip. One breast is shown in profile, the other is carved in low relief. In my column, I drew attention to Betty Grable’s familiar pose.
“The Dancing Venus is no Mother Goddess. This is a chick with sex appeal. Cheesecake since the dawn of time.“
Really. Someone needs to get a life. Continue reading “Cheesecake from the Dawn of Time? Nah.”
Saturday Matinee: Jerrie Thill, Ray McKinley, Gene Vincent & Clifford Stoll.
We have a very eclectic combination this weekend. You’re gonna like ’em.
Oddness alert: Jerrie Thill, and Allee Willis. [Found here.]
Ray McKinley‘s band with “Big Boy” (featuring Imogene Lynn) and “Jive Bomber.” These appeared in a 1942 short that included “St. Louis Blues.”
Gene Vincent & the Blue Caps’ “Baby Blue” from the 1958 movie “Hot Rod Gang.” Oh yeah.
18 Minutes with Clifford Stoll, an amazing guy with a lot of things he’s not going to talk about. (This is the same guy who more recently was mocked for a Newsweek article he wrote in 1995 regarding the future of the Internest… and was wrong.) I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the inspiration for Dr. Emmet Brown, played by Christopher Lloyd, in the movie “Back To The Future.” This one is mandatory viewing here, so grab a snack and a beverage and watch the whole thing.
[Found at Neatorama.]
Saturday Matinee: Rays
The Ray Beats had a great album, “Guitar Beat.” Get it.
The Rays: Silhouettes, 1957. Another great Chess Records group.
Ray Price. His Cherokee Cowboys included the likes of Willie Nelson, Roger Miller, and Johnny Paycheck, so quit snickerin’ y’all.
Okay. This kinda stuff is obnoxious and completely unnecessary in Bunk’s opinion. Sort of like taking your favorite beer, wine, champagne, brandy, whiskey, bourbon, gin and tequila, dumping it all in a plastic trash can, and declaring the resulting cacaphony great.
But there ARE some greats on that stage, including Ray Charles, James Brown, B.B. King, Little Richard (who tells everyone to go home), Bo Diddley, Fats Domino (?), and Jerry Lee Lewis (whose microphone should have been left turned off).
Who else did I miss in that awesome lineup?
This Can Happen to YOU.
You’re driving along a secluded roadway with your older brother’s girlfriend and you find yourself surrounded by magical red bricks, hovering around your vintage 1948 Eelmobile.
A plaid alligator materializes in the rear seat and a coon hound jumps out of your hat. A phantom image of Franklin Delano Roosevelt swallowing a large jalapeno appears behind you, follows for a while, but vanishes before you have time to take notice. The speaker under the perforated dashboard blasts The Ramones to the rearview mirror above.
Meanwhile, the lights at 53rd Street and Third Avenue have stuck on green, causing mass confusion to pedestrians and vehicles.
At 57.4 mph, you, your brother’s babe and your bitchin’ ride are transported over the intersection, ten stories up, easily clearing the parapet of the L. Foosers Paperclips Building while the magic bricks swarm like mad rectangular prism hornets.
That’s when I usually wake up.
The Dawn of Efficiency
And boy was Dawn efficient. According to her husband, she was a regular filament-winding prodigy.
[Image with caption from the master of Captionland, Fengtastic.]
Just One Look…
Doris Troy wasn’t singing about this. Or maybe she was.
Tacky Raccoons 
