Mabel's Head Stuck in a Box, Kevin Smith, 30 Year Old Geezers
Yay! My header is up! I got the code from artist Gregory Jacobsen's blog. Now, I have to get rid of that bar above my header! It's a work in progress my friends.
Five minutes ago, my cat's head got stuck in a Kleenex box not once, or twice, but three times! I think she actually enjoyed running around with the lights out.
In 30 years, critic Joel Siegel of Good Morning America has never walked out of a film. There's always a first time and it happened to be at a screening of Clerks II. Of all the crap that Siegel must have watched over the years, Clerks II was the first?! Not only did he leave, but angrily storming out about 30 minutes in, shouting expletives. I'm not a huge fan of Smith's but now I need to go see this film. Check out the article on Kevin Smith's webpage. Scroll down, Smith even confronts Siegel on Shock Shlockers Opie and Anthony radio show. It's great fun listening to these people act like children. They talk about Siegel's bad puns in reviews. Here are a few...
Going bananas for 'Kong', Wheelie Good Time for 'Cars' and 'X-Men' fails to X-cite.
I've been meaning to write about my favorite book of all time. It's not really the book that changed my life but more or less the book that gave voice to my ridiculous obsession.
About thirteen years ago, Incredibly Strange Music was published. For me, it was a
compendium of fringe records from the golden age of 33 1/3, a checklist. It also introduced me to wack-O artists like Hasil Adkins. The book tracks recordings from the mid 50's to the early 80's. I don't have the said publication in my greasy mitts at this time. My copy was sold to a record store, along with hundreds of Moog, Personality, and Lounge records; to help pay for my education. I love the book though. You peruse the book; read it over days, months, years. Each chapter profiles a collector or musician, talking about many things, mostly the music. This is the book that spawned the Lounge Music trend from the 90's. A time I look back on with great fondness. The ever elusive music was finally available to those of us who jumped on the thrifting bandwagon way too late. Now in 2006, after the fad, I can scoop the music back up, for next to nothing. It's nostalgia for a time when I was not even alive or hardly lucid. It reminds me of pleasant times in the 70's as a young boy playing Yatzee at my grandmother's feet, while we both listen to old bigband music and theatre organs. In my teens and early 20's, I sought out the music that made me so content. I would listen to the Music of Your Life on AM radio. I would go into a coma/meditative state with that station playing the likes of; Skokian by Ray Anthony and local Canadian hero and lounge singer Tommy Ambrose singing Get Outta' Town. Later, I a had a part-time job working at a old-folks home. An older man would come in and wheel his mother around the halls. Music came out of her lap in a the form of an old radio-shack tape player. On it, in continuous loop, the organ of Lenny Dee. It was strange sounding; like circus music. It was beautiful. The man made a tape for me and we became friends. Ravenously, I went to the library rummaging through CD compilations of Louis Prima and bandleader Artie Shaw, the old librarian chastising me at the check-out. "You are too young for this music!"
When the book came out, I hit the thrift-stores. No luck, all the fun records were gone. Left were numerous Lawrence Welks and Mantovanis. I asked a record store owner why I couldn't find these records. He said it was because the 30 year olds were getting old and were tired of loud music. They needed an outlet for their slowed-down lifestyle. 30 year old geezers, he called them.
Thank you V. Vale and ReSearch for 13 beautifully strange years.
One of my favorite records. 'Hypnotique' by Martin Denny. Featured in the book.
Five minutes ago, my cat's head got stuck in a Kleenex box not once, or twice, but three times! I think she actually enjoyed running around with the lights out.
In 30 years, critic Joel Siegel of Good Morning America has never walked out of a film. There's always a first time and it happened to be at a screening of Clerks II. Of all the crap that Siegel must have watched over the years, Clerks II was the first?! Not only did he leave, but angrily storming out about 30 minutes in, shouting expletives. I'm not a huge fan of Smith's but now I need to go see this film. Check out the article on Kevin Smith's webpage. Scroll down, Smith even confronts Siegel on Shock Shlockers Opie and Anthony radio show. It's great fun listening to these people act like children. They talk about Siegel's bad puns in reviews. Here are a few...
Going bananas for 'Kong', Wheelie Good Time for 'Cars' and 'X-Men' fails to X-cite.
I've been meaning to write about my favorite book of all time. It's not really the book that changed my life but more or less the book that gave voice to my ridiculous obsession.
About thirteen years ago, Incredibly Strange Music was published. For me, it was a
compendium of fringe records from the golden age of 33 1/3, a checklist. It also introduced me to wack-O artists like Hasil Adkins. The book tracks recordings from the mid 50's to the early 80's. I don't have the said publication in my greasy mitts at this time. My copy was sold to a record store, along with hundreds of Moog, Personality, and Lounge records; to help pay for my education. I love the book though. You peruse the book; read it over days, months, years. Each chapter profiles a collector or musician, talking about many things, mostly the music. This is the book that spawned the Lounge Music trend from the 90's. A time I look back on with great fondness. The ever elusive music was finally available to those of us who jumped on the thrifting bandwagon way too late. Now in 2006, after the fad, I can scoop the music back up, for next to nothing. It's nostalgia for a time when I was not even alive or hardly lucid. It reminds me of pleasant times in the 70's as a young boy playing Yatzee at my grandmother's feet, while we both listen to old bigband music and theatre organs. In my teens and early 20's, I sought out the music that made me so content. I would listen to the Music of Your Life on AM radio. I would go into a coma/meditative state with that station playing the likes of; Skokian by Ray Anthony and local Canadian hero and lounge singer Tommy Ambrose singing Get Outta' Town. Later, I a had a part-time job working at a old-folks home. An older man would come in and wheel his mother around the halls. Music came out of her lap in a the form of an old radio-shack tape player. On it, in continuous loop, the organ of Lenny Dee. It was strange sounding; like circus music. It was beautiful. The man made a tape for me and we became friends. Ravenously, I went to the library rummaging through CD compilations of Louis Prima and bandleader Artie Shaw, the old librarian chastising me at the check-out. "You are too young for this music!"When the book came out, I hit the thrift-stores. No luck, all the fun records were gone. Left were numerous Lawrence Welks and Mantovanis. I asked a record store owner why I couldn't find these records. He said it was because the 30 year olds were getting old and were tired of loud music. They needed an outlet for their slowed-down lifestyle. 30 year old geezers, he called them.
Thank you V. Vale and ReSearch for 13 beautifully strange years.
One of my favorite records. 'Hypnotique' by Martin Denny. Featured in the book.
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