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.
“Dance Girl” by The Charts, who earn the award for Best Non-Rock-Band-Name in the business. (Not to be confused with “Dance Girl,” a song recorded by Norman Fox & The Rob Roys, which is an entirely different awesome song.)
The Pyramids’ 1958 hit “Hot Dog Dooly Wah” is a favorite around here.
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.
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.
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.
My first reaction was that the snack shop owner was making a snarky political statement. My second reaction was that it was a clever marketing ploy. Then I read the comments and found this:
Typical Fat American (Monday, 18 Jul 2011)
Below that was a link to a “how to” video by the guy who figured it out:
Why NOT deep fry Kool-Aid? Is this a Great Country or what?