Cicada Barrettes. Why not?

My sisters used to do that, too. [Found here.]

Don’t Look At Me…

…I don’t know what the hell it is either, but the Goggle Site Transpertion reveals this self-explanatory caption:

“Familiar brought from Guinea, photo, do not think that installation. She said scientists felt flew and flew away.  They said: ‘We know this, have seen.’  Twice, dead, washed ashore from the Atlantic. In the photo, much of it decomposed…  As they say has all the ‘whiskers, paws, tail… Scales not. And on the back of a comb and hair… View from the front. Lying on his back. With open mouth. visible front and rear ‘legs.'”

[Found here. Translation verbatim.]

Saturday Matinee: Ukeleles, Hair & Drums

Jake Shimabukuro makes his Uke Weep. Amazing.

Kaje. Nice hat. Nice Uke.

Nice animation.  Nice Uke.

Nice hair, no Ukes, but wait ’til you see their cantalopes. (Found it on this guy‘s website. The B-52’s are always cool.)

Not sure where these folks are from, but I’d love to hear ’em play this:

Todd Rundgren’s ska more than makes up for last week’s lack of Saturday Matinee offerings.  (Here’s Bad Manners’ take on “Bang the Drum All Day.” Unfortunately, no video, but Linerider rocks out here.)

[Image of headbangers via email from Grampa Strutts. More Ukelele here.]