Way too few Little Isidore videos in this world IMO. (Click that link to be amazed.)
Rhett & Link, singin’ the order… then they had to pay for it. Posted in 2009, here’s the caption:
Yes! the guy’s reaction is totally authentic. He had no idea we were coming, and he really got the order right (almost right). We couldn’t believe it either, so we understand the questions….
[h/t Octopus.]
To those suffering the wrath and aftermath of Hurricane Matthew, here’s this:
I don’t listen to food shows on the radio, at least not intentionally, but sometimes I do by accident.
KFIAM640 features “The Fork Report” on Saturdays, featuring Neil Saavedra, and his themesong is pretty cool. Lordy, lordy. Last night I suddenly realized that he’s been playing The Reverend Horton Heat all this time. If you’re offended by Rockabilly cheesecake videos, click on it, turn away and just listen. The song is fun. The video is funner.
Yeah, I found that mildly amusing, but then I’m easily amused. So let’s go visit Beverly Watkins instead.
From the UToobage description:
Beverly Watkins plays a mean blues guitar, and that’s putting it mildly. Over six decades of performing, the 77-year-old has opened for Ray Charles, James Brown, BB King and other legendary musicians. She’s one of the greatest female blues guitarists, and still plays local gigs in Atlanta.
The Leopards are from Finland. They appreciate tight skirts, Rat Rods and Rockabilly, but not in that order.
Annastiina Virmavirta – voc, bass
Aleksi Manninen – guitar
Paulo Poverini – drums
Üdvözlök mindenkit a zenekar oldalán!
A nevem Danny Rockabilly! Sok próbálkozás után egy fix zenekar egyben tarása helyett, úgy döntöttem, hogy csinálok egyet fix tagok nélkül. így lehetőségem nyílik zenélni olyan emberekkel, és barátaimmal, akik tényleg szeretik, és szenvedéllyel játszák a Rockabillyt! Ez az én Klánom! Remélem élvezni fogjátok a zenét amit nektek játszunk, és hamarosan találkozunk a koncertjeinken! Folyamatosan töltünk fel képeket és videókat a munkánkról! Kellemes időtöltést kívánunk az oldalunkon!
Gah! See how long you can stand it. (At least Mama Cass did the Mash Potato.) Sixteen years later, it was covered by Van Halen (1982):
Holy crap. That was actually worse than the Mamas & Papas’ version. It wasn’t until David Bowieand Mick Jagger got together to do a halfway decent video cover (1985):
You don’t need to watch that full video either – it’s only posted for those who have never seen it and to restore faded memories for the rest of us. All that preening and prancing takes away from the original, but finally there’s an excellent stripped-down studio cut version, vocals only (2016):
Martha Reeves is laughing her JaggerBowie off about now.
Tip ‘o the Tam to Octopus for the heads-up on the strip-down. Have a great weekend folks. See you back here tomorrow for more suffrage.
Herd mentality experiment [via]. That explains a lot.
This is THE rope trick [via]. Now let’s rock and roll.
Kim Wilson has always amazed me. One of the best blues harp players around, Wilson doesn’t get the recognition he deserves, IMO. I’m no slouch on a Hohner chromatic with a Ham Radio bullet mic, but I sure as hell can’t pull off what he does.
This is the way it is, baby. I Dig Safety, and it’s about time you paid attention to it. Don’t let the title fool you; this could save your life, and it’s got a cool hip soundtrack with bongos, courtesy of Xerox [1969].
The Utoobage description sums it up: “A great clip from the 1958 teen B movie High School Confidential. This clip features Phillipa Fallon as a beat poetess. That’s Uncle Fester, AKA Jackie Coogan on piano behind her. Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum.” Here’s the whole awesome [via]:
High School Drag
My old man was a bread stasher all his life. He never got fat. He wound up with a used car, a 17 inch screen and arthritis.
Tomorrow is a drag, man. Tomorrow is a king sized bust.
They cried ‘put down pot,’ ‘don’t think a lot,’ for what? Time, how much? And what to do with it.
Sleep, man, and you might wake up digging the whole human race giving itself three days to get out.
Tomorrow is a drag, pops, the future is a flake.
I had a canary who couldn’t sing. I had a cat who let me share my pad with her. I bought a dog that killed the cat who ate the canary. What is truth?
I had an uncle with an ivy league card. He had a life with a belt in the back. He had a button-down brain. Wind up a belt in the mouth with a button-down lip.
We cough blood on this earth. Now there’s a race for space. We can cough blood on the moon soon.
Tomorrow’s dragsville, cats. Tomorrow is a king size drag.
Tool a fast shore, swing with a gassy chick. Turn on to a thousand joys. Smile on what happened, or check what’s going to happen, You’ll miss what’s happening. Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum.
Swing For A Crime is a great compilation of hep cat music interspersed with audio snippets from B-movie suspense thrillers (including the distinctive voice of Lee Marvin hollering “Oh you pig! You lyin’ pig!” from the 1953 movie The Big Heat). I have it on vinyl.
The only performer I know of that was able to recreate the hep cat beatnik persona successfully is Tom Waits.
Have a great Labor Day Weekend, folks.
[Yeah, I fixed it, and I know it’s not Memorial Day Weekend. That’s what happens when you realize it’s almost midnight and you’ve been messing around too much on Twitter to post anything coherently. –Bunk]
August 2016 – “Tasmania’s most famous wave comes to life to launch the Australian winter with a roar. When the southern hemisphere starts to rumble and shake under the weight of wild winter weather, The Stern, out there on the south-eastern tip of Tasmania, bears the full brunt of the conditions.”
Oh yes he does, you Manc poofter. He knows exactly what he’s talking about. “Olymic” indeed.
The Olympics sounded like every other group that performed a Leiber & Stoller song and then faded away to oblivion, but they didn’t. Let’s do the HullyGully.
That was the first John Prine song I ever heard, and I heard it before I knew who John Prine was, er, I mean is. (The first time I heard his name was in an introduction to a song the late Steve Goodman performed (and co-wrote with Prine) that he described as an attempt to write the best country song ever.)
Prine’s song “Souvenirs” is one of my favorites, it’s been covered by more than a few, and I may have posted it here before.
And here’s another Prine classic performed with Iris DeMent.
“So, Bunk why all these sad sentimental songs?” you ask?
Iron Fist passed away last night, and although I never met him (we only “knew” each other on the internet), his struggle to live reminded me of my own father’s demise last year. These songs are for Mrs. Fist, aka Velvet Glove.
I suppose the meaning of life is to enjoy the company of those who are still around. Rock on, my friends.
Tacky Raccoons 