She’s got so much hair it’s blocked out all the sunlight. Good thing she got a tetanus shot, too.
[Found here.]
Saturday Matinee – Xylophone Ad, Joey Ramone, New York Dolls, The Milenberg Joys, Red Nichols
A wooden ball is set atop a long, wooden structure that might be a xylophone or a marimba, constructed in the middle of the woods. As the ball rolls downward, dropping onto each wooden “key,” it plays a note, and suddenly we are hearing Bach’s Cantata 147, “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring.” .. “We did not add any artificial music at all,” Harano wrote (though they did adjust some levels to “bring out the sound of river and nature”).
Yeah, ultimately it’s a commercial, but it’s still very very cool. [via]
R.I.P. Joey Ramone (d. 15 April 2001)
The New York Dolls were stuck between classic rock and proto-punk, but they had that pseudo-tranny stuff going on that turned off a lot of potential fans, at least in my opinion.
[Deleted the video. Screw ’em since they’ve blocked embedded links. If they don’t want free advertisement, then they shouldn’t post it on the Utoobage.]
The Katzenjammers. Nice trumpetingness. [h/t to Bunkessa]
So, in place of a cool video of the folks originally posted above, here are The Milenberg Joys. I think they had more talent than that Katzjamband anyway.
Red Nichols & His Five Pennies were awesome in their time.
Speaking of time, I’m out of it. Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for more fun.
The .Gif Friday Post No. 171 – Cat Sink Dig, Backpack Attack, Invisible CrotchRocket
Catnapper
[Found here.]
Busted.
“Hey, boys. Whatcha doin’?”
“Nuthin’.”
Lesson learned. Don’t leave an office chair on your patio during “Science Project Week.”
[Found here.]
WTF Boots
Captain Oblivious Rides Again
A high-speed drag race. A faulty hood latch. The driver’s view is blocked, and the gaping maw of certain death opens to quench its eternal hunger for blood and souls.
Hurtling through the space-time continuum, warping the laws of physics, a hero arrives in the nick of time.
In possession of unlimited mental powers yet untested, Captain Oblivious wrests the will of the power steering from the speeding vehicle. He laughs in the face of danger. “Ha, ha, ha,” muses Our Hero, as he maneuvers the machine away from peril and toward the relative safety of the raceway’s emergency sand trap.
Unbeknownst to Our Hero, the driver has already panicked. The driver screams as he jams on the brake pedal with both feet, and Captain Oblivious is thrown off at high velocity. Like a watermelon seed pinched between forefinger and thumb, Captain Oblivious is spit from the universe at the speed of whatever. The car slides to a safe stop in the sand.
With his mind swept clean of the memory of recent events, Captain Oblivious finds himself squatting naked in the vapor-ridden 10th dimension, fuzzily pondering his next assignment.
CementLand, USA
Gotta look sharp when you’re on vacation at CementLand, USA. On the other hand, you can get away with velour jumpsuits at CementLand, UK.
[Found here.]
Saturday Matinee – Nippoless Nippleby, Dan Hicks, Leon Redbone, 80s Ragtime
Nice absurd animation from the 1980s.
Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks were mildly successful in the 70s with their 1930s hot club jazz/bluegrass style. “Crazy ‘Cause He Is” was my favorite Hicks ditty. (NSFK: flip off in the vid image, mild language warning. Fun song otherwise.)
Leon Redbone’s version of “Polly Wolly Doodle.” According to Wiki, there’s no secret meaning to the song, but here’s a verse I’d never heard:
“Behind the barn, down on my knees,
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day;
I thought I heard a chicken sneeze,
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Oh he sneezed so hard with the whooping cough,
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day;
He sneezed his head and his tail right off,
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.”
I suspect that the song predates The War Between The States even though the popular tune is played in ragtime. So let’s play some ragtime!
Yep. 1980s hits played in ragtime. There’s something wrong with piano players who can pull off stuff like this (actually, I think there’s something wrong with piano players in general). Must be a subconscious and deep-rooted jealousy thing just because I can’t do what they do.
And with that, we’re done. Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for more fun.
Tacky Raccoons 