
[Still image from The Patriot.]

[Still image from The Patriot.]

Timebomb, Tommy J Stewart (2024) Tommy J Stewart is a singer/songwriter/guitarist from Dublin, Ireland (not to be confused with the American drummer of the same name).
Ayup.
The cobra roars [via Bunkerville].
Chiropractor’s spinal massage gun.
Rhombic dodecahedron holoscope.
Hair of the 70s [via Memo Of The Air].
Onion sandwich [via Everlasting Blört].
Johnny Reb Cannon [via Feral Irishman].
Man With A Wine Lamp, Tiffany Velázquez.
[Top image found here.]
From the Archives: 1 year ago. 5 years ago. 10 years ago. 15 years ago.
HeavyDrunk: “Sippi Dupree was my bus driver when I was a kid. He helped me through an emotional crisis when I was in 3rd grade, and became my friend. He disappeared the next year. This is his story.”
Nuno Mindelis (aka “The Beast from Brazil”) is an Angolan-born Brazilian blues guitarist and singer-songwriter. (His website’s bonky, gotta scroll down.) This song is sung in Kimbundo dialect according to the Utoobage notes, Google Translate says it’s Zaptotec, and it seems to be about bears.
19 Twenty is a roots blues / rock / punk band from Australia with a sizeable fan base who know all the words to Tramp Stamp.
Fires are still burning in California, people are still recovering from Hurricane Helene in North Carolina, news of just about everything is breaking hourly, and I hope 2025 stops dicking around and shows at least some respect. Meanwhile, I’ll be on the porch talking to dogs, see you at half past whenever you show up.

[Found somewhere on FB, dates to at least January 2019.]

Its tail is blocking the view. Sorry.
[Found here.]

Phantom Fluorite – Bergmännisch Glück Mine, Frohnau, Erzgebirge, Saxony, Germany.
Beautiful sharp-colorzoned fluorite crystals up to 1.2 cm in size as an unique crystal cluster from the famous Bergmännisch Glueck Mine, Frohnau, Ore Mts., Saxony, Germany. Fotos were taken when backlit the piece. Slight power of light is a enough for illuminating this beauty.
Inside of the amber-yellow fluorite crystals there are sharp signed blue to purple colorzones visible. Very expressive coloration from a small find before the pieces with the blue phantoms were found. A few chalcopyrite crystals are also visible. The matieral is highly sought after among the locals and the fluorite collectors. Much better in person!
[Images and description from here, via Dancing-Wombat. ]

The Rose of Washington Square, The Frankie Carle Quartet (1947) Frankie Carle was nicknamed “The Wizard of the Keyboard” for his piano skills. Sunrise Serenade was Carle’s best-known composition, rising to No. 1 in the US in 1938 and selling more than one million copies.
“Say it” [via Bunkerville].
Visit Alcatraz [via Everlasting Blört].
The Flying Saucer [via Memo Of The Air].
Grammarian vs Errorist: The Showdown.
The Son Who Couldn’t Leave [via Nag on the Lake].
Unum saltum et siffletum et unum bumbulum. [h/t Bits & Pieces].
Pacific Palisades Fire updates here.
Also this.
[Top image: Early 1900s stereoscope photos, unknown origin, found here.]
From the Archives: 1 year ago. 5 years ago. 10 years ago. 15 years ago.
Rick Estrin and The Nightcats: “Rick Estrin sings and writes songs like the brightest wiseguy in all bluesland and blows harmonica as if he learned at the knee of Little Walter.” – DownBeat magazine
Chicago bluesman Toronzo Cannon didn’t pick up a guitar until he was 22, but he picked it up fast:
“Gary Clark, Jr. declared, ‘Toronzo is a beast. He lights the room up,’ and Joe Bonamassa rightly pronounced, ‘Toronzo’s a great guitar player, excellent vocalist and an amazing personality.’ ”
Scotty Bratcher covers Albert King’s Feel Like Breakin’ Up Somebody’s Home. Bratcher was introduced to the guitar while still in the single digits of age, and was already making a name for himself before he had a driver’s license. He’s going to be around for a while.
The tragedy of the California fires has been the news of the week, but don’t forget the people who are still recovering from the ravages of hurricane Helene while coping with winter weather. For many, it’s going to be years before things get back to normal.
I’ll be on the porch if you need me.