In Ten Words is a nice theme blog. Ten words max per post.
What kind of man follows Tacky Raccoons? Dan dances with dogs, but also shreds the blues.
Attack Waaaaatch! Can you imagine the msm outcry if any GOP candidate put up a website like that? The whole Big Brother concept of “Attack Watch” is so ill-conceived and smarmy, I’m stunned that Obama’s reelection campaign staff would even consider such a bone headed stunt. Regardless of your own political affiliation, you’ve got to admit that the video is funny.
Our cat just hacked up a fur ball, and dissed the President:
“Brak. Braaak. Barrrraaack!” I’m gonna snitch.
Roy Buchanan’s version of Link Wray’s “Jack The Ripper.” Guitar or chainsaw, you decide.
Link Wray’s “Switchblade.” Sorry, no action video, but that song is so nasty, I’m gonna listen to it again while I fish for other stuff, like this:
Link Wray’s version of “Unchain My Heart” from 1975.
Stevie Ray and Jimmy Vaughan on a single doubleneck guitar. Great stunt with the Fabulous Thunderbirds, and speaking of Kim Wilson…
I’ve prolly posted some of these before, but so what. Some are worth reposting, and it’s been a long week. Have a great weekend folks, see you back here tomorrow for more fun.
Okay. Let’s get this one out of the way as quickly and painlessly as we can. I axed FinPeng for a suggestion and, without hesitation, he came up with this.
The Dead Milkmen were a late 80s punk band from Philly. (Watch for the Sonny Bono promo.)
Mumford & Sons, courtesy of Bunkarina. Cool song, just like this one:
B.B. King, with Stevie Ray Vaughan (in Neil Young/Sam Kinison garb), Etta James and others playing The Wicked Wilson Pickett’s “Midnight Hour.” I recobanize the harp player, but don’t remember his name… starts with an ‘S’ I think. From the Utoobage description:
Check out SRV looking for permission from the King to play a solo… the King bows his head… and there he goes! 🙂
Ebony Showcase Theatre in Los Angeles, April 15th 1987
Have a great weekend, folks. See y’all back here tomorrow.
Economist Art Laffer in a video from June 2009. Amazing how few people have seen this private chat. It’s well worth viewing. (Although Jeff Berkowitz’ intro is good, it’s long. The fun starts at 05:20 with WSJ’s Steve Moore’s intro. Laffer begins at 07:40.)
Very cool polar bears destroy some very cool spy cams.
Doesn’t make any sense to me to have high-tech spy cams when the ecologists obviously have the capability of filming the bears destroying the custom expensive equipment in the first place. Cut the research budget in half or more by giving the bears boxes to tear up. Better yet, just quit pestering them. A polar bear’s job is to hunt, kill and eat fish, seals, sea lions, etc., and not to waste precious energy messing with electronics. [via]
Funny, creepy and disturbing.
Ever hear of Hubert Sumlin? No? Then check this out.
From the Utoobage comments:
Before there was Jimmy Page, before there was Angus Young, before there was Jimi Hendrix, before there was Stevie Ray Vaughn…
Big Mama Thornton blows harp, and now it’s got scars, too.
Now I don’t generally like mashups, but this one is kinda cool, mixing John Lee Hooker with the Doors, cranking “Road House Blues.” (Nixing Jim Morrison’s vocals would have been better though, but that’s just my opinion.)
Here’s John Lee Hooker from 1980’s Montreal Jazz Festival with “Roll Me Like You Roll A Wagon Wheel.” Pure boogie.
John Lee Hooker Jr. has been performing for a while, also, but only as a frontman. This is about the best I could come up with on short notice.
[Whoop! I almost forgot! We’re gonna announce the Contest Wiener tomorrow, so be back here for the confetti and horns, and bring your own water balloons!]
Redneck washing machine. When Steve McGranahan‘s not bending cast iron skillits for charity, this funny guy makes videos.
“Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad?” was one of Derek & The Dominos’ greatest hits.
One of my favorite Wailers songs.
Here’s a 44 year old Clarence Gatemouth Brown with a 32 yearold Johnny Jones playing “Chicken Fat” in 1968. [via]
Happy 74th Birthday to Buddy Guy, one of the last original bluesplayers. Here’s a guy who left the south for Chicago and played for sandwiches to keep from starving.
Have a great weekend, folks. See y’all back here tomorrow.