“a gigolo is a professional dancer”
via Gunslinger
R.I.P. Don Cornelius (1936-2012)
Don Cornelius checked himself out, it would appear.
See him here — doin’ it to death — with Mary Wilson in the Soul Train line dance.
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OMG WHY: Sexy Vampire Reusable Menstrual Goddess Cloth Pad
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Posted to the Dubuque Freecycle list:
Chicken Dance Elmo. A little dirty, but works.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless smartphone
The Mother Courage of Rock
She was skinny, quick-witted, disarmingly unprofessional, alternating between stand-up patter, bardic intonations, and the hypnotic emotional sway of a chanteuse, and she was sexy in an androgynous way I hadn’t encountered before. The elements cohered convincingly; she seemed both entirely new and somehow long-anticipated. For me at nineteen, the show was an epiphany.
Springtime 1976, I was living in the cinderblock building on the glorified median strip there where they split Highway 13, and one day I went over to this one girl’s apartment, she lived right by the guy who dealt me speed, and she said, “Hey, you know who you remind me of? You remind me of Patti Smith!”
Gave her a possum grin I’m still grinning.
Not my super-heroine persona,
but I am thinking that somebody should assume the mantle of The Sanitizer.
“Hit me!”
Sesame Street: Maurice Sendak “Bumble-Ardy” Animation
Inspired by Josh’s Maurice Sendak post (and by Casey’s link to the “Fresh Air” interview with Sendak).
Blues in the Night
There’s a twisted thread that leads to my recalling this song, but I will not even try to unravel it, merely to recollect a boy named Danny Stevens, whom I knew when we were age seven or so, who used to sing this song as he loped down the halls of our school.
Except he only kept repeating the one line:
Muh mama done tol’ me
Muh mama done tol’ me
Muh mama done tol’ me
Muh mama done tol’ me
Danny also used to say to his classmates, “Shu-u-t up. Beat-cha brains out.”
At the end of second grade, Danny and his family moved to a state he called Organ.
From the Comments
Forgive me for touting my own.
Merry Christmas, er, Happy Holidays, whatever floats the boat.
A Lot Did Happen
Hey gang, putting together one of those year-end compilations isn’t as easy as you’d think.
I am posting this post
because to now I have posted 1964 posts. So this will be 1965. And that was a beautiful year. I was just old enough to know that I wanted to be a grown-up woman. In 1965.
At least one of those grown-up women in the movies. Or to have a hit record.
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‘Internet is for Porn’ pops up during House SOPA debate
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Portland police arrest man after alleged ‘Star Wars’ light saber assault at Toys’R'Us
(this happened about half a mile from my house)
Touch of Evil
A serious of shorts, directed by Alex Prager. Fantastic and mesmerizing.
image out of context
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Errant ‘Mythbusters’ cannonball hits home in Dublin
Viva la Sauna Svedese (Mah Nà Mah Nà)
Ponder this if and when you view The Muppets.
Miley Cyrus and #OWS
The more I think on it, this might be the best piece on the Occupy Movement I’ve read:
Cyrus herself is a great guide as to how the image of an anti-capitalist movement could make so much sense next to the processed guitars and gloopy affirmations of “Liberty Walk.” The anti-establishment rhetoric of the 1960s, once so controversial and divisive, has been processed by children’s entertainment into a kind of self-esteem builder, rebellion turned from a political stance into the mark of a well-rounded personality. You can see it in Miley’s signature flashing of the peace sign, the righteous questioning of Cold War foreign policy becoming a wish foreverything to be chill y’all, and you can see it in the sign displayed as the video’s final image, its tweenishly hand-markered text reading “WE CAN CHANGE THIS WORLD… IMAGINE,” with the text interrupted by a red heart. That evocation of John Lennon’s most thoroughly neutered expression of leftism, and the resonance it apparently had for Miley (and apparently no one else), makes total sense if you’re even passingly familiar with the dynamics of tween shows: kids are free, fun, and in touch with the world, while adults are clueless, boring, and full of needless rules. In the 1960s, adults were a sort of stand-in for political leaders, but now adults are just adults.
Milwaukee on bed-sharing
Milwaukee Health Department’s Safe Sleep Campaign
I guess that’s the way the whole durned human comedy keeps perpetuatin’ itself.
The Lamentation
The Baptism of Christ
The Lebowski Cycle by Joe Forkan. (via Beautiful/Decay)
Cherchez La Femme — Dr. Buzzard’s Original Savannah Band [circa 1976]
on the “Tony Orlando & Dawn” show.
DISCLAIMER:
The intent of this post is anthropological and not to make profit. It is strictly to share with fans and the periodic visitors to this planet from other galaxies a part of the musical history of the aforementioned musical group.
Also:
During these times all the TV shows wanted us to mime the entire performance which we were reluctant to do. A compromise was reached with the shows we finally performed on.
quote out of context
If you identified with the kids from The Breakfast Club when it came out, you’re now much closer to the age of Principal Vernon.
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FBI’s Newest Gang Threat: Insane Clown Posse Fans
