If you lived in that time period, you’d have done the exact same thing. Not me. Dig, man, I wouldn’t have been caught dead dancing plaid.
I don’t know anything about The Wolfgangs except that they rock and may or may not use illegal substances.
Very few bands can cover a classic Johnny Cash song like Folsom Prison Blues, but the Reverend Horton Heat did just that, and even cranked it up a notch.
Rock on, my friends. More stuff coming down the pipe.
Here’s an un-modified 1962 Volga GAZ-22. I don’t think it had a cast-iron carburetor, but who knows?
From Wiki:
“Only those shipped abroad for export were sold to private customers. All domestic station wagons/estates, with rare exceptions, were never available for private ownership. The Soviet rationale was that allowing such a car to citizens would also make it too available and popular with dealers in the grey market economy [which] was allowed but limited by the state.”
[Found here.]
Bert The Turtle showed children how to survive a nuclear attack – assuming they’re far enough away from Ground Zero to have time to react. The film was shown in schools from 1952 into the 1990s.
David Lewandowski‘s “Time for Sushi” (2017) is pure disturbed weirdness. (His 2013 vid “Late For Meeting” is a classic.)
The late Jaco Pastorius was one of the greatest jazz-funk fretless bass players in modern times, IMO. [Video h/t TITH]
Have a great weekend, folks. We’ll do something just as fun tomorrow.
“This Is Your Captain speaking. We’re experiencing some minor turbulence and we ask that you stop screaming.” Wild rides were ridden on at the Birmingham Airport 23 February 2017 [via].
Okay, there’s a link to some surreal 1980s Laurie Anderson stuff above, so let’s go to 2010 live for fun.
Anderson was the Ken Nordine of the 80s (without the baritone voice).
MiniMall has a bit of a retro vibe and consists of:
Merced Stratton — composer, ukulele, vocals
Maral Ohan — composer, vocals
Allegra Rosenberg — composer, bass
Wynne Males — trumpet, vocals
Brennan Doyle — drums
[Merced & Wynne ate sandwiches on our rock-n-roll patio recently because Bunkessa knows them. They were all like harmonizing and musical and stuff.]
The “We Five” had this awesome hit in 1965, a cover of Ian & Sylvia‘s song “You Were On My Mind.”
Sylvia Fricker supposedly wrote it in a bathtub in Greenwich Village in 1962. Yeah it’s lip-synched, but it’s still fun as hell. One of these days I need to find out who the lead guitar on the left is because he rocks.
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for more of you-know-what.
“When Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. When Papa ain’t happy, nobody gives a shit.”
[Found here.]
I don’t like the title of this YouTube video at all because mocking young naïve idealistic Marxists is not a good way to explain basic economic principles and move them toward a rational frame of thought. On the other hand, this video illustrates the patience, sentience, and simple brilliance of the late Milton Friedman.
OKAY NEXT.
The Knitts. I like the sound. Kinda retro, kinda young, kinda wow. There’s hope for music after all.
This video annoys the hell out of me, but it’s kinda fun at the same time. Rev. Peyton’s Big Damn Band is Rev. Peyton-Guitar, Washboard Breezy Peyton-Washboard, Ben “Birddog” Bussell-drums.
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for more really important worldly stuff.
