Odd scary animation. I love it.
Hardest Working Knees In Show Business.
(This one goes out to you, Calo. Chin up always.)
The Shadows were smokin’ on Lawrence Welk circa 1960.
Have a great weekend, folks. Remember to leave the seat up after you’re done peeing on it and always flush with your feet. All you guys, please do the same, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow.
Mercury(II) thiocyanate decomposition is kinda cool, but some of the U Toobage comments amused me more (posted verbatim):
This was filmed in a North Korean secret science lab where they are trying to build their next president.
How cool would it be to pretend to be a wizard in the medieval ages, just go into a kings throne room and threaten them by summoning satans dick tentacles, pop this experiment down, and as everyone is screaming, command the dick tentacles to stop, and then they all be like. Oh you so great wizard telling satans dick tentacles to stop, and then you would be like muahahah – ill stop, and yes, there is something wrong with me.
Why is he using a little tiny golf club to put down the powder?
Why did watching this bring Hillary to mind ?
and that’s how they grow kale! now you know
i’d smoke that
poke it with a stick…
BTW, the word is spelled “Weirdest.” I before E except after W…
Okay. Enough of that, so let’s go eclectic. How ’bout some 1966 retro?
Here’s The Electric Prunes on Dick Clark’s American Bandstand, circa 1966, lip-synching “I Had Too Much To Dream.”
“Psychotic Reaction” by The Count Five, circa 1966.
The Seeds‘ “Pushin’ Too Hard” circa 1966.
For me, 1966 was a great year because I got a small transistor radio for my birthday. It ate up my allowance money in batteries because I’d fall asleep listening to WSAI into the wee hours on school nights. It was also the year Dad ordered a complete set of the World Book Encyclopedia. That was the edition that had frog dissections and human anatomy on overlapping clear celluloid layers. Very cool.
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for stuff.
Mott The Hoople, 1973.
The Sensational Alex Harvey Band, 1973.
Rory Gallagher, 1979.
Yeah I was on a 70’s rock vibe tonight. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow. –Bunk
“Rock Rock Rock” was the first video tape I ever purchased. Got it for $9.99 in a sale bin, then I saved up for a VCR player so that I could watch it. Classic performances by classic rockers wrapped around an unbelievably crappy story. It’s 90 minutes of fast-fowarding awesome (but I suggest you follow the plot at least once).
Rockabilly LA. Considering that Los Angeles had just about nothing to do with the advent of Rockabilly except to lure the hayseeds into fraudulent recording contracts, we’ll post it anyway.
So where do we go from here? How ’bout some vintage country ‘lectra blues?
That’s R.L. Burnside from 1978. Let’s go one more. This one’s from 1998.
That should hold y’all for a while. Have a great weekend, folks.
RT N’ THE 44s is Swimmy Webb, Brendan Willard, Leif Bunting, Johnny Sneed, and RT Valine. Featuring Timbo of Speedbuggy on slide can [via]. Awesome roots rock.
Speedbuggy USA cranks it. How about some more retro?
The Blasters were awesome and put on a great show when I saw them at the Whiskey in 1981 or so. (They were the warmup band for The Fabulous Thunderbirds.) Here are brothers Phil and Dave Alvin pickin’ and flickin’ in 2014.
Have a great weekend, folks.
Be back here tomorrow for more stuff.
John Mayall, 1970. Yeah, John, I agree, up until the point where the SCOTUS decides to rewrite them by fiat, then all bets are off and you’re left to figure out what happened. No more Room To Move.
Terry Gilliam‘s 1985 movie Brazil was prescient. It was originally promoted as farce, but too much of it has come true. It’s a must see IMO, especially in light of the recent judgments handed down by the presumed last bastion of logic, The United State Supreme Court. Once the Supreme Court fails to uphold Constitutional Law (as it did again this past week) the whole system of law collapses.
When the very people we elected to office to combat the corruption and cronyism refuse to do so and participate in the same, we are lost.
When the clear and precise words of The U.S. Constitution may be interpreted with alternative and convoluted meanings that have no foundation in the English Language by appointed (and supposed apolitical) jurists, we have no more recourse.
The majority of U.S. news outlets have become the equivalent of PRAVDA, and Washington D.C. might as well be renamed Obamagrad.
I pity you younger folks who have been indoctrinated into accepting this insidious propaganda and for the precedents that have been set. I hope that, as you grow older and wiser, you read history (real history, with all its warts, moles, lesions and scabs, and not the rewritten kind) and understand what’s coming down on you, your children and grandchildren, and try to repair the damage before those of us who know what’s happening are all gone. If you don’t figure it out soon, it’ll be too late, and I guarantee you’ll regret it.
For those of you who know what’s coming down, find a safe place to hide your reference books and eyeglasses, learn something about farming so you have a cover occupation, and remember that government-sponsored atrocities also happen in modern times.
Bunk Strutts
The Tubes “WPOD” featuring Fee Waybill as Quay Lewd in 1977. I missed out on seeing them live, but I have a couple of their early albums. “Don’t Touch Me There” was one of my favorites; lotta talent in that band.
I remember that year (and the Winter of 77-78) and it was about that time I realized that I hated a lot of the garbage the rock stations were pumping (czech out the 1977 Top 100 Billboard List. Leo Sayer? Really?) My music preferences went rogue.
However, there are a couple of songs on that list that I secretly liked, like this one:
The Sanford-Townsend Band‘s “Smoke From A Distant Fire” was such an up-beat song, and it got the girls dancing. (Heh – the band was introduced by Helen Reddy.)
Two years later, Rickie Lee Jones recorded an almost identical song chord-wise, “Chuck E.’s In Love,” and I loved that one, too.
In 1975 Aerosmith came out with their classic “Walk This Way” and it climbed all the way up to No. 90 in 1977. Go figger. The only other song on that Billboard List that I remember liking much was this one:
Manfred Mann’s Earth Band‘s version of Bruce Springsteen‘s “Blinded By The Light” was more popular than the original and made it to No. 36 on the Billboard Top 100 for 1977. (BTW, Mann was never the lead singer. He was the keyboardist.)
Have a great Fathers’ Day Weekend folks, appreciate all that your dad does (or did) for you, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow.
Animals and mirrors [via].
Beware of The Doghouse. Been there. I overlooked the first Valentine’s Day post-marriage as I considered it to be a dating holiday. I ate damp corrugated cardboard for months [via].
The Greg Johnson Set is a band from New Zealand, sounds like a traditional Irish band, performs “People Can’t Talk In This Town” from 1992. Somehow the concept of Freedom of Speech is being quietly vanquished [via].
Lets lighten it up a tad. How ’bout some great rippin’ by Jimmie Vaughan with The Fabulous Thunderbirds?
Have a great weekend. Be back here tomorrow for more powerful stuff.
THIS is pure awesome. Pensen Paletti [aka Peer Jenson of the Monsters of LeiderMaching] wired up his acoustic guitar and added drum synth keys. Wait for the Theme To Peter Gunn.
“Milk Cow Blues” was originally recorded by Sleepy John Estes in 1930. This version is a kinda late night early morning retro country thang performed by Wayne Hancock & Co. in 2008. Hoy hoy hoy, indeed. Here are two other versions:
Doc Watson was awesome.
Aerosmith did a nice cover of “Milk Cow Blues” that had nothing to do with the 1930 original that I can tell, but at least they worked in some Chuck Berry riffs.
Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll be back here tomorrow whether you like it or not.
[Note that the Utoobage link for Sleepy John Estes’ “Milk Cow Blues” is not the same song.]
Tacky Raccoons 