I loved the Stray Cats’ retrobilly thang, and this was one of their finest moments. (BTW, “Fridays” was a much funnier show than Saturday Night Live IMO.)
Speaking of Eddie Cochran, here’s Gene Vincent’s “Be-Bop-A-Lula.”
Vince Taylor beat out The Who with this cover of Johnny Kidd & The Pirates’ “Shakin’ All Over.”
And here’s one of the greatest latter day rock and roll love songs in my opinion. Have a great weekend, folks, and may you all have pleasant surprises.
Bill Plympton is one of the last of the great hand-drawn animators. Amazing stuff, his.
I know this is early, but when I saw the post at Weasel Zippers about Holdren telling the FCC to force broadcasters to air “population control” messages, I thought of Chairman Mao.
Which naturally made me think of this: A version I’ve never heard–no Lowell George, but another very good (recently) dead guitar player.
Tip o’ the tarboosh to cbullit of Soylent Green for that link and comment.
Oh, man. We left this one for the last minute, and on “Talk Like A Pirate Day.” Thought for sure that there be some easy pickin’s on the Utoobage, BUT NOOO.
Our first hunt was for Steve Goodman’s classic “Lincoln Park Pirates.” No dice. Then we looked for mashups of the Disney thing, only to turn up infantile garbage. So then we hunted for the Mothership: Rum. Andrews Sisters’ Rum and Coca-Cola. Arrgh.
So we’re gonna throw the whole theme out. Screw it… the karma’s just not there. Gotta get some serious pirate jive growlin’ goin’ instead.
Tom Waits’ “Emotional Weather Report” recorded in Köln, West Germany, April 18, 1977. Waits never sings the same song the same way twice.
Howlin’ Wolf’s “Highway 49,” Washington D.C. Blues Festival, November 1970.
Speaking of Highways, Johnny Winter’s version of Hwy61 is a slide guitar classic.
Mississippi Fred McDowell, one of the greatest slide guitar players ever, playing “John Henry.”
The laugh track is unfortunate as this dealie is funny by itself. I’ve got no idea what they’re saying. [Found here.]
“On an August morning in 1978, French filmmaker Claude Lelouch mounted a gyro-stabilized camera to the bumper of a Ferrari 275 GTB and had a friend, a professional Formula 1 racer, drive at breakneck speed through the heart of Paris early in the morning . The film was limited for technical reasons to 10 minutes; the course was from Porte Dauphine, through the Louvre, to the Basilica of Sacre Coeur.
“No streets were closed, for Lelouch was unable to obtain a permit. The driver completed the course in about 9 minutes, reaching nearly 140 MPH in some stretches. The footage reveals him running real red lights, nearly hitting real pedestrians, and driving the wrong way up real one-way streets.
“Upon showing the film in public for the first time, Lelouch was arrested. He has never revealed the identity of the driver, and the film went underground.”
[Link and description via email. Apparently it’s been around for a while, but. Tip o’ the tarboosh to Dan S.]
This was my introduction to Tom Waits, via the Eagles, and I hated the Eagles from then on. Looky here:
Ahhh. Yeah. The originals are always the best. Like this one:
If I had to pick the only song that I was allowed to listen to for the rest of my life, this wouldn’t be it. Both versions might make my top 500, though.