Aischrolatric Hot Links

Zoot Suit, The High Numbers (1964)Zoot Suit was the first single by The Who, who recorded it under the name The High Numbers in an attempt to appeal to a mod audience. It was a ripoff of

Misery, The Dynamics (1963)

Dog.

Cake.

Go fish.

Teléfonos.

Teddy said.
More Teddy.

Dolly & Carl.

Glass towers.

Impressionism.

The dog in Mad Max 2.

Guess where you’re going.

Brakes are good, tires fair.

35 years ago [h/t Bustednuckles].

Window dogs [via Memo Of The Air].

70 whistles [via The Feral Irishman].

The fate of the Zénith [via Miss Cellanea].

Geometric livestock [via Everlasting Blört].

Relativistic Asteroids [via Thompson, blog].

The contents of a ±96 year old ostrich stomach.

[Top image: Skin 2, a sculpture created in 2010 by Turkish artist Mehmet Ali Uysal, originally installed in Chaudfontaine Park, Liège, Belgium.
Found in here.]


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Saturday Matinee – Nina Simone, The High Numbers & GA-20

1987 claymation video by Aardman Animations features the voice and piano of Eunice Kathleen Waymon, aka gospel / jazz / R&B / soul singer Nina Simone, with a song from 1958. She changed her name to elude family members and play “the devil’s music” in an Atlantic City nightclub. The management told her that she would have to sing to her own accompaniment, and that launched her career as a jazz vocalist.

“What’s your band’s name?”
“The High Numbers.”
“The who?”
“Yes.”

The Detours, a British group formed in the early 1960s, changed their name to  The High Numbers and recorded a few tracks before reverting to a previous band name, The Who. That’s a young Roger Daltrey, Pete Townshend, John Entwistle and Keith Moon covering Jesse Hill‘s Ooh Poo Pah Doo (1960) and The Miracles‘ I Gotta Dance To Keep From Crying (1963).

GA-20  covers Hound Dog Taylor‘s She’s Gone (1971). Great authentic electric blues cranked out with respect.

Too far south to see this weekend’s aurorae, and I hope everyone who can survives the EMT barrage. I’ll take the event as a good omen, and yet another damn good reason to do some porch sitting tomorrow.
See you then.