Bell Telephone Acoustics Lab 1947
[Found here.]
Richard Thompson snarks. If you’ve never heard of him, I pity you.
Charles Ray Wiggins (aka Raphael Saadiq) with “Heart Attack.” This is some nice retro soul with cool camera angles.
Black Joe Louis is in so heavy with Howlin’ Wolf influence that there’s nothing left to say. This is one of the best killer jams I’ve heard in years. Crank it.
Dang, so much stuff goin’ down in so little time. Have a great weekend folks, and see you back here tomorrow.
If you want to earn an A in this class, put this on, and dance like you’ve never danced before.
[Found in here.]
Image above from Walt Kelly‘s “Kluck Klams,” an evisceration of the KKK. The Pogo Poop Book was a collection of things that Kelly wanted to say in his daily comic strips but couldn’t, due to left-wing censorship.
Dancer and Prancer and a few Vixens here.
“If we aren’t allowed to test shampoo on monkeys, how will we ever know if our monkeys are clean?” – Diesel Kroese. Diesel helped me start this blog a long time ago, so now he spams me with his book adverts. Payback’s a bitch.
HELLLOOO CLEVELAND! (and this guy‘s got some awesome drafting skills).
Best versions of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star you’ll ever hear.
This Tornado Tracks graphic blows me away [via].
The precurser to “Hot Rod Lincoln” was Arkie Shibley’s 1951 recording of “Hot Rod Race.“
Speaking of “Hot Rod Lincoln, THIS is the perhaps the best version I’ve heard.
There are some surprises, so stay with it.
“The Wizard of Mental Telepathy” Harry Ingalls suckered thousands.
Giant fluorescent pink slugs found living atop a mountain in Australia.
This spam comment showed up in our inbox yesterday and it made me smile:
Octopus action is cool despite crappy video.
Oh, and one more thing. Do This.
Delta House: Stork, D-Day, Boon, Bluto, Hardbar & Otter. Hoover’s in front. Photo taken shortly before The Night Of The Seven Fires.
[Image found here. If anyone has a link to TNotSF, first published in the October 1974 issue of National Lampoon, lemme know. I re-read it a few years ago, but the online copies have disappeared.]
Chicago Transit Authority, the self-described “rock and roll band with horns,” from before they got all sappy.
Buddy Guy, one of the greatest living bluesmen, earned recognition the hard way. (I first heard this song on a freebee Tabasco promotional cassette in the 80s. Both sides were the same so you didn’t have to rewind it.)
This awesome 3-axe swamp-rock-blues jam featuring Mike Welch, Kirk Fletcher & Josh Smith should hold your attention for a while.
Have a great Memorial Day Weekend, folks, see you back here tomorrow.