The Editors are Anxious. They Need Our Help.

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[Source for Girl Stalker Magazine is here;  top image was stitched from pages 34 & 35.]

Saturday Matinee: Nana, Pink, Eric & Ma

This video sums up my attitude for the last few weeks. Thank God that there are people like  raincoaster to find and approves gems like this.  Okay. Next.

Pink Floyd was at their best in the early/mid 1970’s, at least until “Animals” came out.  Speaking of Animals…

Eric Burdon was a classic.  What a gloriously depressing  song of frustration and hope against reality and cool chord patterns and stuff. [That was snarkasm.]  Gotta deal with what’s coming down, y’all.

Okay, I could fill up this post with a big ‘ol honkin’ wad of Eric Burdon and the Animals, Eric Burdon & War, but you can easily googoyle them for yourselves.  Lets talk about one of their 1967 hits, “See See Rider” instead.

It was a ripoff of Ma Rainey/others.  C.C. Rider, according to Bunk’s sources, referred to the Chitlin’ Circuit bluesplayers’ route through the south.

Couldn’t find Ma Rainey’s version of C.C. Rider, but here’s this excellent and nasty “Booze & Blues.”

Russki Babeski Magnetski

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Nothing screams “BABE MAGNET” like a genuine Russian NyetMobile painted in puke greeen, with pink and yellow highlights.

Nevermind the exhaust pipes/mufflers/after-burners that keep the rear quarter panel aluminum trim from overheating, and ignore the rear mudflops  an inch above the pavement. (Yes, I called them mudflops.)

What makes this a genuine Babe Magnet is not the tumor growing from the rear boot, nor the tumor monitor mounted just inches away.

It’s not the surfboard rack either, although Comrade Pav’s ride certainly gains some serious Babe Magnetage points there.  Look closer for the REAL love bait… closer… closer…

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Woop! It’s either a lion with it’s paws spewing stinky vapors, or it’s THIS GUY.  You be the judge.

After analyzing the image in detail, we conclude that this vehicle reeks with Pure Efficient Genius,  and thus meets the criteria to be declared a genuine IABM (Instant Awesome Babe Magnet).

[Image from the always excellent HERE.  Don’t miss The World’s Most Amazing Collection of Babe Magnets HERE.]

The 1932 Helicron: Steampunk Hoax?

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These images were sent to Tacky Raccoons HQ by a genuine decent sort via email.  The colors and the concept caused my antennae to quiver “FRAUD!”  But I’m not so sure.  Snopes has nothing on it, yet, and there are too many google links to the 1932 Helicron.

Either it’s a VERY elaborate hoax, or it’s the real deal.  We think it’s the latter.

At least there is video proof that it works in concept, but it gives the term “roadkill” a more gruesome visage…

Anyone recobanize what airplane the cowling came from?

[Tip ‘o the tarboosh to Dan S. who sent the images via email.]

Mary Jane’s Friend’s Beauty Tips On How to Enhance a Receding Chin and Raise Your Cheekbones While Shooting Mysterious Mind Vapors From Your Forehead

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[Image from here.]

Saturday Matinee: Eartha Kitt, Sharon & Binky, Willis, Eddie & Keith

Eartha Kitt (1927-2008).  She was THE Catwoman.

Sharon Jones, live in France, backed by Binky Griptite & the Dap Kings.

Willis “Gator Tail” Jackson cranks it in 1955.

Now for Something Else:

Eddie Cochran recorded this in 1959.  (Six months later he died in a car crash in England that also injured Gene Vincent and the songwriter, Sharon Sheely.)

Keith Richards’ tribute to Cochran.  Richards died of various drug overdoses and alcohol poisonings in 1967, 1970, 1972, 1983 and several other years since.  He’s still touring.

324 Pages!

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[Image from Rockhoppers.]

Another Great Last Minute Gift Idea: Knobs!

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Wait to see the look on Dad’s face when he gets a half-dozen genuine  Australian knobs!  Whatta Christmas!

[Image from here.]

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Bunk’s Days in the Service… Industry

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A long time ago, in the late ages of black and white TV, Bunk worked in the service industry.  Grunt jobs in restaurants and hotels.  Pot washer. Busboy. Bellhop. Toilet scrubber. Shag carpet raker. Drunk patron helperouter

I was one of three bellhops wearing Hilton monkey suits. Think of three PeeWee Herman/Eddie Haskell type weasels lurking just inside the front doors of a fancy hotel. We were like that.

Besides humping bags all over the hotel, we ran room service and operated a satellite AVIS car rental desk. We were paid less than minimum wage as we were expected to make up the rest in tips.

We got creative.

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