The Gawper [via Miss Cellanea]
Screamin’ Jay Hawkins “I Hear Voices.”
Tom Waits’ “What’s He Building?” is a creepy classic.
Pixar’s Rodrigo Blass: “Alma.” (Caution: this is NOT for little kids.)
Nice jam. Albert Collins’ King’s “Born Under A Bad Sign,” cranked out by Davy Knowles, Christine Collister, Bonnie Hayes, and members of the Robert Cray Band.
Have a great weekend folks, and be back here tomorrow for more oddities.
The Missus pulled up a weed last week. At least she thought it was a weed, but forgot we’d planted some taters in the garden, and now we have a home-grown po-tay-toh. The picture doesn’t do it justice – believe me, it’s awesome, almost as awesome as this vid from 1991:
[Vid previously posted – so what. 🙂 ]
Dr. Suess’ “Oh The Thinks You Can Think” is a video adaptation with music from the banned “Dylan Hears A Who.”
My new keyed fiddle (“Schlüsselfiedel” in German, “nyckelharpa” in Swedish). This instrument was common throughout the German speaking areas until the 17th century – from then on, it was kept only in the area of Uppland in Sweden, where the art of the instrument was rediscovered in the 20th century.
Humming House’s “Gypsy Django” is kinda fun. Tip ‘o the tarboosh to Bunkarina.
Remastered from the famous rooftop recording, I dedicate The Beatles’ “I Me Mine” to the hypocrites participating in OccupyWhatever, who are making the same mistakes and pulling the same stunts of decades ago.
The late Sam Kinison’s “Wild Thing” is pure awesome. [h/t brick]
That’s an Occupation Wall Street version of LEAVE BRITTNEY ALONE. These are adults (using the broadest definition – they’re at least 18 years old) and their ignorance will amaze you. NSFW/NSFK language. Let’s move on to funner stuff.
UPDATE: Meltdown boy identified!
A Breitbart.tv investigation has uncovered that the man whose epic meltdown video at the “Occupy Wall Street” protests went viral is really Edward T. Hall III. Mr. Hall is a Columbia graduate student who has a trust fund set up by his grandfather. He recently made headlines for trying to board a flight at JFK airport by hopping the ticket counter and diving onto the baggage carousel.
He was charged with trespassing and is free on “conditional release.”
Manfred Mann‘s Earth Band. I saw them live, they were great. “Blinded By The Light” ended with a big flash that left us seeing nothing but a big blue glow for a minute or so. After all these years I still have no idea what the lyrics mean.
Heck. Why not.
Herman’s Hermits 1965 hit “Mrs. Brown You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter” was a nice pretty skiffle song.
The Tremeloes‘ 1967 hit “Here Comes My Baby.” Note that his “baby” showed up with another guy, and it comes as no surprise because she’s kind of a [drag] [skank] [slut] [other].
When you think of great 60s rock bands, do The Tremeloes hit your radar? They don’t, but they should, and that makes the mandated five videos for this post.
Have a great weekend, folks, and come back here tomorrow for more fun.
Guaranteed to make you smile. [Found here.]
Go find your 3D red/blue glasses for this one (or turn off the 3D and watch the 2D version).
Roots reggae with The Mighty Diamonds, live at Channel 1 in Kingston, Jamaica. Nice harmonies.
The Skatalites‘ classic “Simmer Down,” has great audio but a so-so video. So what, I like it.
And we’ll wrap up this babozo with The Supersuckers‘ “Born With A Tail.” (Some NSFK language.)
Have a great weekend, folks, and be back here tomorrow for more fun stuffage.
To all readers of Tacky Raccoons who have Utoobage accounts:
Please capture and repost these. They’ve been blocked and vaporized before, but they should be available to everyone, if only because they’re so entirely awesome.
The Pyramids’ 1958 hit “Hot Dog Dooly Wah” is a favorite around here.
Dion DiMucci trashed a slut and everyone heard.
The Mills Brothers‘ “Till Then” is a classic.
Zappa’s Black Napkins.
And with that, I’m outta here. Have a great weekend, folks.
[Story here. Image found here. Click the image for a bonus.]
Let’s get this one out of the way first. State of the art physics demonstration explores and remedies a common benign malady known as “poop splash.” [via].
Leave It To Beaver Beaver Beaver…
The Ramones’ “She’s The One.” Great stuff. I never understood why they never had a top 40 hit.
The Dave Clark Five‘s 1964 cover of The Contours‘ classic “Do You Love Me” is almost better than the original. (Note that I said “almost.”)
Yeah. I miss it, too.
That makes five, and with that we’re out. Have a great weekend, folks.
Since I embarrassed myself by admitting that I was clueless about “Tank Girl,” maybe this will make up for it. Here’s the movie trailer, featuring Lori Petty and Malcom McDowell.
Tribute to the Hammond B3 Organism Part 1. (Parts 2 & 3 here and here.)
That’s Tom Waits‘ “Jockey Full Of Bourbon” from 1986. I’ve posted “Downtown Train” before and I’m not ashamed to repost it either.
Best comment on the Utoobage for that vid:
“This somehow makes Rod Stewart suck even more.”
Fishbone‘s “Cholly.” Years ago I mentioned to Birdman that I’d like to attend a Fishbone show. He responded, “No you don’t.” Birdman is savvy.
Neil Young in Japan, 2001. Country Dick Montana took that song and did it better, IMO.
Five videos makes the nut, and with that, we’re out. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll be back here tomorrow for more fun.
That’s Steppenwolf, as if I had to tell you. “Born To Be Wild” was released in 1968, as was “The Pusher,” written by Hoyt Axton. Axton also wrote “Joy To The World,” a major hit recorded by Three Dog Night, and one of the worst songs in rock history, IMO. I refuse to post it, so I’ll go with this 1970 classic:
“Mama Told Me Not To Come” was written by Randy Newman.
I don’t care much for his politiks, but he’s a funny guy. Hell, anyone that can blatantly mock L.A. without Los Angelenos catching on is all right by me.
Okay, I looked for a decent vid of X‘ “Los Angeles” but settled for “Johnny Hit And Run Pauline” instead, just to keep the vibe going. (No, really. I looked. Serious Ramones influence on that.)
Now back to Hoyt Axton. His mother wrote this: [Insert John Cale garbage here] I can tolerate a lot of alternative experimental stuff, but John Cale’s version of “Heartbreak Hotel” is so wrong.
This, on the other hand is honest: Paul McCartney plays Hoyt Axton’s Mom.
And with that, we’re out of here. Have a great weekend, folks, and be back tomorrow for more stuff.
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