Well, what do we have here, but a Pontiac POS that’s obviously in the process of restoration by the assistant manager of the world renowned Cable Car Hotel. Hmmm. Babe Magnet perhaps?
Smells like San Fran to me, and since the sun seems to be setting, I’d guess that Assistant Manager Baboso is on the night shift, especially since no sane person would wanna be seen within ten feet of this Babe Magnet in the daylight. To his credit, though, Ass. Man. Baboso knows how to park on a slope.
By the way, the only other image I found of the Cable Car Hotel is this one:
Maybe the owner of the four-wheeled flounder actually LIVEShere. My apologies to the manager.
“Amos Moses” was my favorite Jerry Reed song. My younger sister had the 45rpm record, and I didn’t. (But I knew all the words, and she didn’t.)
Chet Atkins is a treasure, and Jerry Reed was a classic. There’s more of J.R.’s Pickin’ n’ Grinnin’ at RockHoppers. (Dan, you beat me to it!) God bless Jerry.
Here’s Chet Atkins with Suzy Bogguss.
And here’s Suzy Boggus with Chet Atkins.
Bill Melendez. You’ve seen his stuff. You’ve heard his stuff. Seems kinda appropriate that there is no video, and I relive part of my childhood whenever I hear this song.
Deep down, humans are basically herd animals; subconsciously we like to be part of a group. We all want to belong and to be accepted (no matter how bizarre the requirements for joining that group) as part of the herd.
This clip from Alan Funt’s Candid Camera shows this absurd detrimental human trait in action:
[Found at the always excellent Neatorama; Utoobage link here.]
Some of y’all prolly never heard of the Rutles, and for good reason. The Beatles blatantly stole their style and wind throughout the 60’s and into and out of the 70’s. All the girls in Bunk’s elementary school screamed whenever a picture of Stig was posted on the school restroom door. Honest. [Utoobage link here.]
This is another great band you may have missed if you blinked. Here’s Spinal Tap’s classic from 1967: (Listen to the) Flower People. My sister had this 45 rpm (only one she had) and played it non-stop. Gawd I hated these guys.
I remember the day I bought this album. It was a spring day, I had laundry to do and didn’t have any quarters, so I cashed in a bunch of albums and bought this, putting off the laundry for another week.
Although I had mixed feelings about the 1960’s Simon and Garfunkel thing, this was just Simon, and chicks digged him. Anyone who can toss lyrics like “I can call you Betty” and “roly-poly little bat-face-girl” into the same pop song and get away with it amazed me. It also has one of the greatest looped 3-second bass riffs I’ve ever heard.
It wasn’t until I saw this video that I realized just how tall Paul Simon really is. [Utoobage linkoid here.]
Tacky Raccoons 
