Excellent version of The Foundations’ “Build Me Up Buttercup.” You know she’s singing to YOU… wait for it. (Bunkessa found this one.)
Well, gabba gabba hey.
*Jake Shimabukuro’s Ukelele Gently Weeps.
*Led Zep on Uke with eggs and sausage and hot coffee.
*Minitallica!
Don’t forget the trainwreck previously posted here.
Videos marked with (*) were recobamended by saraH, who should have her own website by now but doesn’t. She’s been lurking around for a long time, dropping rare occasional comments about batmobile babe magnets.
[Tip ‘o the tarboosh to saraH… your eco-friendly VatoMobile is in the works.]
The laugh track is unfortunate as this dealie is funny by itself. I’ve got no idea what they’re saying. [Found here.]
“On an August morning in 1978, French filmmaker Claude Lelouch mounted a gyro-stabilized camera to the bumper of a Ferrari 275 GTB and had a friend, a professional Formula 1 racer, drive at breakneck speed through the heart of Paris early in the morning . The film was limited for technical reasons to 10 minutes; the course was from Porte Dauphine, through the Louvre, to the Basilica of Sacre Coeur.
“No streets were closed, for Lelouch was unable to obtain a permit. The driver completed the course in about 9 minutes, reaching nearly 140 MPH in some stretches. The footage reveals him running real red lights, nearly hitting real pedestrians, and driving the wrong way up real one-way streets.
“Upon showing the film in public for the first time, Lelouch was arrested. He has never revealed the identity of the driver, and the film went underground.”
[Link and description via email. Apparently it’s been around for a while, but. Tip o’ the tarboosh to Dan S.]
This was my introduction to Tom Waits, via the Eagles, and I hated the Eagles from then on. Looky here:
Ahhh. Yeah. The originals are always the best. Like this one:
This trippy oddness was found here. Kinda long, but somebody put a lot of time into it. The result is excellent.
Here’s a trailer for an unreleased documentary. The Wrecking Crew was a band you’ve never heard of, but you’ve heard ’em.
Tommy Tedesco was a member of The Wrecking Crew, and was probably the most talented session guitarist ever. He was certainly the most recorded one.
Lightnin’ Hopkins. How many POS bands covered this great song?
It’s getting late, so here’s John Prine, live at the kitchen table. I miss nights like that.
[Bonus below the break. I’m gonna break the G-rating just this once, only because I think it’s funny. Kids, bring your dad in before you click on it, have him read this caveat, and you won’t get into trouble. I’ll take the blame, and I promise I won’t do it again as far as he knows.]
The Dell-Vikings’ “Jitterbug Mary” is an unrecobanized classic. They were my favorite doowop group. I hear this kinda stuff and it makes everything better.
My favorite doowop group was The Five Satins. Here they lipsynch for a bunch of white people.
Gene Chandler was better known for “Duke of Earl.” Here’s the Duke singing “Good Times.” Although this song is R&B, he’s my favorite doowop singer.
“Love of My Life” is one of the greatest songs ever, and Frank Zappa’s bands are my favorite doowop group. (This song is still my favorite — too bad The Ramones aren’t still around to do a Zappa tribute album.)
At 8:30PM tonight, make sure you turn all your lights on, power up your TVs and stereos, and celebrate the Technological Achievements of Humanity. Get in your cars and drive somewhere, just for the sake of it, and just for fun. Raise and lower your garage doors, and run your washing machines. Run the dryer without anything in it. Got a power mower? Crank it up. Heat up your cat’s food in the microwave. Take your dog out to Burger King. Make as many long distance telephone calls as you can. Run your dishwasher with half of the normal load, and run the other half separately. Open up your refrigerator door, and look without removing anything to eat. Do it again. Download updates for all your computer programs and email them to all your friends.
LET’S CELEBRATE AMAZING ACHIEVEMENTS FOR A CHANGE!
“But why should I do that?” you ask. I’ll tell you.
We’re fighting Global Cooling. Mostly we’re fighting Global Idiocy, but let’s call it Global Cooling for now. The feel-good crowd will never know the difference anyway.
Those folks who think that turning their electricity off for an hour will “save the planet” (or “send a message” to someone or something) are the same folks who stood outside their homes a couple of years ago with candle wax dripping over their fingers, believing that the space shuttle was gonna zoom by and take a photo of the earth lit up with peace candles. My message is:
Kid Ory was one of the greatest trombonists and band leaders of the 20th Century. One of the early jazz pioneers, his career spanned decades and influenced uncountable others. From Wikipedia:
For many years I thought King Oliver formed the band. Here’s Kid Ory’s band in 1959, playing “Muskrat Ramble,” a song he wrote in the 1920’s. [Bonus: Interview with Kid Ory.]
Satchmo got his start playing 2nd trumpet in King Oliver’s Creole Jazz Band, later married the piano player Lil Hardin. Here’s Louis Armstrong’s version of “Muskrat Ramble.”
Country Joe MacDonald blatantly and unashamedly ripped off Kid Ory’s tune (probably without paying royalties) and warped it into a sarcastic war protest song. Here he is in his blissfully ignorant glory (apparently without the Fish) at Woodstock 1969.
Here’s a kinda related video: Small Faces’ “Tin Soldier.” There’s a reason they had few TV appearances and I don’t think Spinal Tap could’ve topped that spastic performance. [Found via Mogadonia.]
Just sealed it. I’m going to hell for connecting Kid Ory with Spinal Tap Lego animation. I am very sorry and I promise that it won’t happen again as far as you know.
Since we can’t post SeeqPod music on WordPress yet, I dropped a small load on Amy Oops. Meanwhile, here’s a fightin’ song: The Pogues’ “Young Ned of the Hill.”
You’ve seen them. They began on the C and D Blogs, and they’re all over the B Blogs now. Dopey questionnaires that ask you to answer five or six odd questions, none of which can be answered wrong. Then you submit your answers, and the magic internest blogsite genii tells you what kind of breakfast cereal you are, or some such drivel.
Don’t know what I’m railing about? Here are a few examples:
The results of these inane surveys are then posted on the authors’ websites with a proclamation such as “I am a furry little wombat/budgie hybrid who enjoys hot cocoa.” Barf.
So, then, I have a proposal for y’all. Whenever and wherever you find a blog that asks you to take a dopey “What Kind Of ___ Am I” type quiz, don’t bother clicking on the link. Just answer “I’m Asparagus.” No further explanation is necessary.
Let’s get rid of this obnoxious trend so we can get on with REALLY inane blogging, like cat snoring videos:
Tacky Raccoons 
