How to play the didgeridoo.
How to play the drums.
How to play piano.
How to sing a Christmas Song.
Now all that’s left is to figure out how to get you back here tomorrow. Have a great weekend.
How to play the didgeridoo.
How to play the drums.
How to play piano.
How to sing a Christmas Song.
Now all that’s left is to figure out how to get you back here tomorrow. Have a great weekend.
Froggie payback in less than half a minute.
“I Wanna Go Home To The Armadillo.”
I’ve heard that song so many times without knowing the words, let alone the source. It’s the theme song to Austin City Limits, performed by Gary P. Nunn and Jerry Jeff Walker. (Oh and by the way, unless you’re sporting functional longrider hats, y’all just look silly.)
Red Nightmare is a must watch. Anything featuring Jack Webb is by default automatically awesome and true. [via]
Have a great weekend, folks. More great stuff is coming up, whether you like it or not.
Imelda May is way cool. That’s her version of Buddy Holly’s “Looking For Love” which was also covered by The Stray Cats. It was never covered by Andy Tielman as far as I know, but here on The Saturday Matinee, one vid and three links just don’t make the nut.
Yep. That’s Jimmy & The Rackets as if I had to tell you, but now I’m torn between two more vids to post. I’ll resolve the dilemma by posting them both, back-to-back, because each of them made me smile for different reasons. Have a great weekend folks, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow.
15 Seconds.
Helicopter/Camera Synch. [via]
Happy Shining.
Big Splash.
BB King, Stevie Ray Vaughan & Etta James at the Ebony Showcase Theatre Los Angeles, 15 April 1987, with The Wicked Wilson Pickett‘s “Midnight Hour.” (Check out the amazing background of Nick Stewart, founder of the EST linked above.)
Great way to wrap up this edition of The Saturday Matinee. Have a great weekend folks, see you back here tomorrow.
Posted this one before, but it’s one of my favorites, featuring Iggy Pop & Tom Waits.
Very pretty song by Billy Paul about adultery. I doubt he would have gotten a hit singing about Mr. Jones, but we’re not gonna go there. Mr. Jones was pissed enough.
The Beat Farmers are still around, and we’re going to be around for a while as well. Have a great weekend, see you tomorrow.
Michael Jackson’s 1993 Patent is cool, but he likely got the idea from this guy.
Hominid will creep you out. [via]
Nothing but Plague Doctors. Prior to medical/scientific knowledge about the causes of The Black Death, Plague Doctors risked their lives attempting to treat the infected while trying to protect themselves from the “miasma.” The very sight of a Plague Doctor terrified people as he was a harbinger of death, and due to his specialty, a Plague Doctor was often forced to be a recluse himself.
I missed the debut of the The Butter Dance, but inadvertently featured it here. Don’t try this at home, or anywhere for that matter. After all *ahem* Melati Suryodarmo is a professional. [h/t kdub]
Retro Pron – 1890s. Drool away me laddies. Drool away.
1 November was the 60th Anniversary of the first thermonuclear blast known as Operation Ivy Mike – 10 megatons set off on Eniwitok Atoll.
[h/t Soylent Green]
Papa Strutts was on the flagship USS Estes, and said that although they were miles away, the shock wave blew out all the light bulbs on the ship. He’s an official member of The Glow In The Dark Society.
Zippo tricks were a necessary evil growing up, at least they used to be a million years ago when we’d flip the cap on the downstroke and flick the wheel coming up, on our jeans. A quick 1-2 flourish. Zippos rock.
And that’s about as silly a performance of pure funk that I’ve ever seen. The Ohio Players, introduced by Helen “I Am Woman” Reddy in 1975.
That’s about all I can take for tonight. Have a great weekend, folks.
“If you want to go to heaven when you D.I.E.,
Put on your collar and a T.I.E.
If you wanna scare a rabbit out an L.O.G.,
Just make a little sound like a D.O.G.”
That’s Furry Lewis playing slide on “Kassie Jones,” a song he recorded in 1927. The video is from 1968. A few years later Joni Mitchell met with him and recorded “Furry Sings The Blues” in tribute.
Lewis despised Mitchell’s song and demanded she pay him royalties. “She shouldn’t have used my name in no way, shape, form or faction without consultin’ me ’bout it first. The woman came over here and I treated her right, just like I does everybody that comes over. She wanted to hear ’bout the old days, said it was for her own personal self, and I told it to her like it was, gave her straight oil from the can.”
Belton Sutherland was a Mississipi Delta bluesman. There is no Wiki article for him and little other information about him on the internest. There’s no entry for him in Lawrence Cohn’s “Nothing But The Blues” either. Sutherland was filmed in 1978 by Alan Lomax at Maxwell’s Farm, near Canton Mississippi.
A story about Lomax’ film “American Patchwork” includes one mention:
“…Lomax rounded up folks even he hadn’t heard of, like Mississippi bluesman Belton Sutherland–a master musician who appeared during Lomax’s session with another singer and asked to ‘try’ the guitar.”
That’s a great documentary about Country Blues, hosted by the great Henry Saint Clair Fredericks.
For those of you who find the rough roots of The Blues too tough to listen to, here’s a a WTF moment for a cat instead.
Have a great weekend folks, and we’ll be back tomorrow with more odd funnies.
[via]
Chameleon frightened by a technological thingie.
Where do we go from here? I’m not gonna post Boy George, and the Utoobage offering of a band called “The Chameleons” held little interest for me. Oh wait. I got it.
The Lounge Lizards, 1988, “The Voice of Chunk.” This experimental group never quite hit, but they had a point. Some might axe me, “Bunk, do you really like this crap?” and my emphatic response is, “No, but at least they tried.”
This is the stuff that I like. Keith Ferguson formed The Tail Gators after he left The Fabulous Thunderbirds, so there’s the lizard link. Big guitars. Yep.
I like this stuff, too, maybe even better:
The Persuasions are an awesome a capella group. Vid from 1971, about the time that they signed their first recording contract, courtesy Frank Zappa.
Have a great weekend folks, and we’ll continue the summer sleigh-ride tomorrow.