More evidence that “Anthropogenic Climate Change is caused by white people” and no one else. There’s an incredible amount of stupid flying around these days.
I honestly hope you’ve been properly inoculated and are relatively immune from this caustic brand of blatant racism.
Pure percussion by Tito Puente e Los TropiJazz All Stars. I could listen to this stuff all day.
Decades ago (in college) we attended an off-campus house party that seemed to have a live band. I asked the host about it and he replied, “That’s the Rhythm Section. They’re in the basement.” So I went downstairs and found people taking turns on vinyl trash cans, bottles, cans, buckets, with wooden dowels and spoons, and it all sounded great as it morphed, non-stop. No electronics, just stoners people grooving on impromptu syncopated rhythms.
Micky Hart‘s Planet Drumproject got my ear as well. Hard to say what musical instrument came first, the bone flute or the drum. I’d guess the latter, because you can bang on anything to create a tempo, and everything else is secondary. (Vocals don’t count unless you’re talmbout Hollerin.)
Then of course there’s this RetroSka classic:
Have a great weekend, folks. We’ll be back here tomorrow whether you like it or not.
A Peavey amp, a Gibson, Black Sabbath, a Roman Candle, a hose and a folding yard stick is no defense from hornets. The part where he says, “Hold my beer,” is missing from the video.
Redditor Kathy Sitter very proudly posted a video of her 93-year old grandfather Tom Sitter telling an absolutely hilarious story to a very responsive audience during The Moth in Madison StorySLAM at the High Noon Saloon in Wisconsin. The theme of the night was “Love Hurts”, so Sitter spoke about his valentines from 1933, earning him a first-ever perfect score.
Kenneth White spent over 5 years building a replica wild west village from the 1880’s right in his backyard. White built everything from scratch including a saloon, a church with beautiful stained glass windows and an old-fashioned western jail complete with a prisoner in the bed.
Elvin Bishop goes fishin’. Guy has an amazing history, and I’m surprised he isn’t a full-fledged Rock God by now. His website www.elvinbishopmusic.com is back up and running.
We lost another great bluesman recently:
Lee Baker, Jr., aka Lonnie Brooks (1933-2017).
Lonnie Brooks was another classic bluesman with an interesting background.
Have a great weekend, folks. We’ll be back here tomorrow, whether you like it or not.
Clever animation from Billy Blob: Two radiation particles travel to Earth with a mission and a cool soundtrack.
Origins of some common superstitions [via]. They missed the obvious. Walking under a ladder is dangerous because you might dislodge it, or whoever’s working up top might accidentally drop something on you. I’d guess that the business about stepping on a crack likely has to do with walking on thin ice. Seven years of bad luck for breaking a mirror? Not so sure about that one.
This Funk Bass Slapfest is awesome, and the girl’s smacking a six-string. I’m guessing that this how Julliard students settle their differences and go busking at the same time.
Every true Irishman knows that Saint Patrick’s Day doesn’t start at midnight. It begins at sunrise and ends at sunrise if you’re doing it right. My ancestry is Scots-Irish, which means I can drink without having to wear a kilt to play golf, and I don’t have to go to Confession afterwards.
It reminds me of this song. The Intermission Elf with the dancing hotdogs were scary enough when I was a kid, but this one beats them all [via].
The Ides of March perform their 1970 hit “Vehicle,” (complete with clips of the 1969 lunar landing).
Pink Floyd‘s “One of These Days” was the first track on their 1971 album “Meddle,” performed at Earls Court London in 1994. I love that echo bass hypno jam.