FOR a nano-second, we considered offering up something witty, warm, wise, whimsical and/or winsome (winsome? whatev) for this, the last post for the last day of February. But, in the end (as in “the end of our efforts/ability to figure out what kind of note to wrap up the month with”) we figured “What the Hell”, let’s go with something fun/fabulous and maybe (just maybe) mildly freaky. Next thing we knew, RUPAUL popped into our heads and/or onto this post. Literally, ON to this post. Now, we don’t know about you, but when someone wants to work it that hard (even if it’s only in our heads), we tend to stand back and let ’em do their thang. Shantay, Shantae, Shantee, Shantey, Shantaaay*.
WHAT, not a fan of RuPaul? Tough titty, said the kitty. Or did she? Hell if we know. More to the point, hell if we care. Consider yourselves lucky to be entertained at all (assuming more than one of you are). Originally we were going to call this “Who/What/Where Wednesday”, and let you all play a simple game of TWENTY QUESTIONS while we slept in, but only because A) we’re tired, and B) that 20 Questions site is friggin’ awesome and wa-a-y more fun than it should be, much as it pains/embarrasses us to admit.
*Not only do we NOT know how to spell that, we’re too lazy to look it up. Oh, and don’t think Miss Daisy isn’t more than a little “dismahyed” (as she’s come to pronounce it) by the fact that we’ve featured a picture of a RuPaul Doll instead of something more “Miss Daisy, Supermodel Extrordinaire” (as she wants to be known, at least for today) focused at the top of this post, because she is. Not only is she upset, she’s beside herself with angst — and we quote(ish) — “in fayact, the vaypors ahr po’in’ ovah me, evan as ah spayk.” We fear it’s gonna take the better part of the day and/or evening to coax her out of that potted plant and into a relaxing bubble bath, in order to calm her fragile-yet-frayed-and-very unfocused nerves. Poor thang.
~snuppy
Filed under: Pop! goes the Diesel
Well, I hope you all had as good an Inappropriate Card Day as I did. I barely had time to slap together this post, what with the festivities and card exchanging and, uh, more festivities. Man, this holiday needs some frilling up. Sorry if you missed it; I tried to alert as many of my fellow bloggers as I could. Anyway, on to the Oscar post.
I was so excited during the Oscars Sunday night that I almost turned on the TV to watch them. There’s something about a bunch of plastic people with fake smiles and empty heads wearing ridiculous outfits and interacting in a completely artificial environment that really rings my bell. By the time I put my Star Wars figures away, the Oscars were over.
Not having watched the show handicaps me a bit in terms of recapping the ceremony, though no more so than all the armchair nitwits who suddenly become cinema gurus every year around the middle of February, not only predicting who will win, but stating with rock solid moral authority who should win. These people couldn’t tell a gaffer from a key grip, and yet we’re supposed to take it on their word that Apocalypto‘s sound editing beats that of Blood Diamond hands down. Idiots.
Aside: I love the fact that they give awards for editing. 90% of editing is figuring out what bits of film (or sound) to leave out of a movie. How do you give an award for not including something? That’s like giving Matthew McConaughey an award for all the crappy roles he didn’t take.
Anyway, here’s my recap, er… cap of the Oscars, based on my unrivaled expertise in the area of capping shows I haven’t seen about movies I haven’t seen:
- Plans were thrown into complete disarray when it was announced that Ellen Degeneres had been diagnosed with a chronic case of not being very funny. She was replaced at the last minute by Scarlett Johanssen’s cleavage. No one seemed to mind.
- Peter O’Toole won the Best Actor Oscar, forcing the Academy to admit that they made up the movie he was nominated for to see if anybody was paying attention.
- In an embarrassing scene, Tom Hanks was accosted in an alley on his way to the theater by a bag lady who turned out to be Meg Ryan.
- Pirates of the Caribbean won the award for Best Technical Shit We Don’t Care About.
- Al Gore something something lose something something academy something something election [polite laughter and applause].
- In a shocking upset, Eddie Murphy was un-nominated for his performance in Dreamgirls when someone opened a door and the stench from Norbit wafted in.
- Alejandro González Iñárritu won the award for Hardest Name to Engrave on a Plaque. The award was accepted by Al Gonzalez.
- The big winner of the night was The Departed. That’s right, me. I was in bed by 10pm.
~Diesel
DID anyone hear about the “Great Snowfall in the Northeast of ’07”? Yeah? Well we did, too. Funny how 4 inches of snow can seem like an enormous amount when you haven’t seen much throughout the season. We’ve tackled shoveling after several inches/feet have landed in the driveway, following a Major Wintery Snow-laden Storm, but this morning, our backs are achin’ after moving aside a fraction of that amount. Why tell you this? Uh, because we can. Oh, and because it’s (kind of) the reason this post didn’t get up in a more timely fashion. Heh, and you all thought we were a little late in order to give everyone enough time to wish our dear PRINCESS LAMPSHA and her hubby a proper Happy Anniversary, since so many of you missed out on the chance to do so, yesterday. Well, you were right. But that’s beside the point.
THE POINT, for we had one before we got side-tracked by all this snow, is that it’s Monday, and, once again, we’re forced to reach into the vast coffers of our pathetic brains in order to conjure up a little something “appropriate” to follow DJ Lampsha’s fabulous Saturday Spin. When we first logged into our computers, we planned to take the “easy” way out by featuring another old-but-cool video of a very young Bob Dylan (the “original” Mason Jennings and/or Dan Bern), but for some reason, while looking for a video/song we liked, we kept hearing someone repeating the word “Motown” over and over and over. Well, we don’t know about you, but when a voice like that urges us to get down with the music that fuels our soul, we don’t ask “Why?”, we ask “Where’s that voice coming from?” Then we scratch our heads and say, “OK”. (Later, it will be discovered that our TV was turned on to The Academy Awards® Show — at the exact moment a musical performance from the Oscar® nominated film Dreamgirls was underway.)
WHATEVER it was that kept getting into our heads and/or the way of our plan to share something along the lines of our normal “opposistes/cheap laughs” Monday fare, we’re glad it did. After searching high and low for the “perfect” something to best represent the magical music of MOTOWN, by golly, we think we found it. Behold the glory, the soul, and the “check-out-those-moves” that is: THE TEMPTATIONS and THE FOUR TOPS. Get down, get funky, kids. If your toes aren’t a’ tappin’ after watching this video, we can only assume it’s because you’ve been out in your own snow-lined driveways too long, and are suffering from backache, frostbite and/or brain freeze.
FINALLY, we would be remiss (or would we? we don’t know, but we’re not taking any chances, just in case) if we didn’t remind you that, according to DIESEL (who’ll be doing — what we’re quite certain will be — a much more meaningful post for you all on Tuesday) today is INAPPROPRIATE CARD DAY. So, uh, Happy Whatever, Congratulations, and, uh, Get Well Soon.
~snuppy
Filed under: Lampsha Spins
WE interrupt this fabulous Spin with an Important Announcement/Greeting:
♥ 
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, Princess Lampsha & Scissorhands!! ♥
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia. ~Judith Viorst, Redbook, 1975
~May your life together always be filled with LOVE and JOY, and never feel like an expensive tight girdle you two were somehow/strangely stuck inside following an accident, and were then forced to wear while flying in circles over Philadelphia. Happy Happy, Joy Joy!~
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Saturday Spin.
Violin.
Where am I going?
Crazy – wanna come?
That’s an old old expression — well the crazy part. Who I am featuring today may not know that expression. He is a young songwriter and his name is Mason Jennings. What I know about him is that he is 30 years old, was born in Honolulu and moved to Pittsburgh as a child and eventually dropped out of high school and moved to Minnesota. Some say in search of Bob Dylan. Okay I made that last part up, but you see a young guy with a guitar and a harmonica, draw your own conclusions. Now you know what I know. Oh and he seems to be a prolific songwriter. I have some catching up to do. Let’s jump right in and take a look at a song from his new album Boneclouds which is his major label debut. This is a link to Sony where he is making the aforementioned debut and this is one of the songs from the cd featured in this video: BE HERE NOW.
Here’s a live version from a show in Philly in 9/06 of his song Crown from his album Use Your Voice (2004) which may be the best starting point album as it seems to be hailed as a masterpiece album. This clip is albeit not the greatest quality (I can’t leave this song out though):
I don’t know but Mason sounds a bit like Dan Bern whom you may recall I featured a few spins back. When asked of this comparison, Mason reportedly said, “I don’t know, maybe Dan Bern was really the Mason Jennings of the 90’s”. Okay okay that was really an inside joke and I…I made that up to have a quote for the post. As far as I know the comparison is only being mulled by me at the moment.
Lastly, here is a link to Mason’s MySpace profile which has some songs to check out as well, including Be Here Now which you may or may not want to listen to again. I myself grew up on CousinBrucie’s Instant Replays on 77 WABC so I never mind listening to a new song with a great hook over again. It is a lushly layered song, I think I’ll listen again.
Okay, well I am sure that I have broken one or three or so rules from The Blogger Code of Ethics that Diesel outlined in his fun yet informative post over at the Mattress Police Headquarters yesterday. So my work here is done.
With that — have a great weekend.
~ DJ LAMPSHA
spinning out of control since 2006
Filed under: music music
Man, if you have to ask what it (jazz) is, you’ll never know.
~Louis Armstrong
THIS hasn’t been the most impressive week in the Snark Park, as far as comments go — despite a very fun/brain-teasing guest turn by the same snarktastic, charming and/or MadLibbing blogpal, who brings us all those hilarious-yet-CRUMMY CHURCH SIGNS. But hey, it’s all good. We figure many of you were simply out ‘n about gettin’ your groove on, instead of hanging around the Blogosphere, where everyone knows your name, and some of us were waiting for you to show up, just so we could use it. Not that we’re bitter. Nonetheless, it’s occurred to us that two (or three or five) can play that game. So, for today (as in: “until tomorrow, when the brilliant DJ LAMPSHA takes the blog out for another fine Saturday Spin”) we plan to kick back, chill out, and “go with the flow”… in hopes you can all dig where we’re coming from. Or are going to. Whatever.
ONE of the best ways for some of us to get into a “groovy flow”, is by listening to JAZZ*. We absolutely love it, and, when we’re feeling lonely, or sad, or blue, or abandoned, or ignored, or unloved, or, or… um, anything else that keeps our normally brilliant smiles off our happy little faces, we try to listen to the stuff that makes us tap our toes while we sing our hearts out, despite the fact that we rarely know the words. Thank God for Jazz singers like the great, ELLA FITZGERALD, aka Lady Ella, aka The First Lady of Song**, who helped perfect the Jazz approach to “lyric impairment” through the art of SCAT SINGING — because that’s something we now do (poorly) whenever the words to a song fail us (which is often, and embarrassing).
AND now, your moment of (Jazz) ZEN, a la Ella, with a little help from one of the most innovative and important jazz band leaders of his time — or any time — the legendary COUNT BASIE (believe it or not, one of us (me) was fortunate to have seen this remarkable man perform back in the 70’s, in, of all places, Fresno). Shadoo-ba-dweet-dweet-doobie-shoobie-doo.
AND that’s what jazz sounds like, kids, when it’s performed by some of the brilliantly gifted folks who helped put it on the Music Map.
*We know, we know… Another Wikipedia article, but it’s a nice overview, and this post is really NOT intended to be a lesson in Jazz, just an introduction to a fabulous Jazz singer, in an attempt to lift spirits — albeit, our own.
**Perhaps some of you recall the fact that one of us (me) met this amazing woman back in her youth (mine, not Ella’s), in Canada. The fascinating tale of this momentous meeting can be found HERE. Ah yes, good times.
PS: Count your lucky stars (or whatever it is that you like to count, including, but not limited to, those dust bunnies congregating under your bed) we didn’t mention word one about last night’s elimination round of AMERICAN IDOL. That’s right, despite a number (one) of requests from our (my) veryvery smart tho’-sometimes-she-has-questionable-taste-when-it-comes-to-TV-shows sister, Dr. Terri, to reprise a series of brilliant posts (brilliant? hahahahaha!) that we (I) wrote last year about the show, we (I) decided not to. Mostly because we (I) haven’t seen it. We have it on good authority (hers) that our (my) decision not to watch was, and we quote: “stupid”.
~snuppy
It seems like just yesterday I was crashing this party, trying to get my hands on Princess Lampsha’s fortune, and now here I am introducing a guest poster, like I own the place. Anyway, this clever post was devised by a good friend of the Mattress Police, and now a friend of the Snark as well, Joel from Crummy Church Signs. If you haven’t visited CCS, you need to. I have said before, and I’ll say again, that his site probably has the highest laugh:word ratio of any site I’ve come across. You seriously won’t believe some of these godawful church signs. And Joel’s commentary… well, you’ll have to read it for yourself. Anyway, without further ado, I present Joel’s take on “reality” TV….
Hi everyone! This is Joel from Crummy Church Signs. Thanks to my new friends at the Snark for allowing me to guest post over here today. I appreciate the chance to extend myself beyond the genre of church-sign reviews. It may not appear so on the surface, but that particular genre can be pretty narrow sometimes.
Anyhow, to endear myself to a new readership, I though it might be fun to play a game! Do you remember MadLibs? A popular travel game in the 80’s, MadLibs had contestants pick out random words from categories (“verb”, “noun”, “proper name”), write them in blanks, and then turn a page to reveal a wacky story that they had just created.
Well, here is my first attempt at an on-line MadLibs game. Copy and paste the list below into Word, then type in words that fit in the 34 categories. Then print out the letter you see below the list (No Cheating! Do the list first!) and fill in your responses in the appropriately numbered blanks. See what a fun creation you have made!!
THE LIST:
(1) FIRST NAME: __________________________
(2) NAME OF MTV REALITY SHOW: (Choices might include “Real World”, “Road Rules”, “NEXT!”, “Dismissed”, “Date My Mom”, “Parental Control”, “The Gauntlet”, etc.) : ______________________
(3) ANY WORD THAT MEANS THE SAME AS “PREDETERMINED”:
___________________________
(4) ADJECTIVE THAT DESCRIBES “OUT OF WORK ACTORS”:
___________________________
(5) ACTIVITY THAT YOUNG PEOPLE ENJOY: ____________________
(6) ACTIVITY THAT YOUNG PEOPLE ENJOY BUT THEIR PARENTS DISAPPROVE OF: ____________________
(7) ACTIVITY THAT YOUNG PEOPLE ENJOY BUT THE LAWS OF ALL 50 STATES DISAPPROVE OF: __________________________
(8) PERCENT GREATER THAN 1.3%: _________________
(9) SYNONYM FOR “DRUNKEN”: ________________________
(10) SYNONYM FOR “REVELRY”: ________________________
(11) NAME(S) OF ANY BIBLICAL CITY (CITIES) THAT WERE COMPLETELY DESTROYED BY GOD IN HIS RIGHTEOUS ANGER:
___________________________________________
(12) SLIGHTLY RISQUE BODY PART(s): ____________________
(13) EXTREMELY RISQUE BODY PART(S): ____________________
(14) SLANG TERM FOR BODY PART(S) IN (12): __________________
(15) SLANG TERM FOR BODY PARTS IN (13): _______________
(16) ANY NUMBER BETWEEN 50 AND 99: __________________
(17) ANY NUMBER BETWEEN 90 AND 100: _________________
(18) ANY NUMBER BETWEEN 99 AND 100: _________________
(19) SYNONYM FOR “BOVINE EXCREMENT”: ________________________
(20) FAMOUS MURDERING DICTATOR: ____________________________
(21) FAMOUS SAINT: _____________________
(22) ANY USEFUL TALENT: _____________________
(23) ANY TALENT THAT, WHILE UNUSEFUL, AT LEAST PROVIDES SOME FORM OF MILD ENTERTAINMENT TO OTHERS: _________________
(24) ANY TALENT THAT SERVES NO USEFUL PURPOSE OR HAS NO ENTERTAINMENT VALUE WHATSOEVER:
_____________________________________________
(25) SEXUAL PREFERENCE: _________________
(26) A DIFFERENT SEXUAL PREFERENCE THAN (25): _________________
(27) A DIFFERENT SEXUAL PREFERENCE THAN (25) or (26):
__________________________________
(28) A DIFFERENT SEXUAL PREFERENCE THAN (25), (26), or (27):
____________________________________
(29) A NUMBER LESS THAN 12: ______________________
(30) A NUMBER LARGER THAN 21: ____________________
(31) ANY NUMBER IN THE TEENS: ________________
(32) ANY INTIMATE ACT THAT INVOLVES NO MORE OR NO LESS THAN GETTING TO SECOND OR THIRD BASE: _____________________________
(33) PARENTAL UNIT: ______________________________
(34) ONE OF THE NAMES OF THE DEVIL: ______________________
After choosing these 34 responses, click on the picture below, print it off, and fill in your responses in the appropriately numbered blanks. Enjoy!
~Joel
You can find lots of ________ and _________ at humor-blogs.com.
Filed under: whatevers
THIS post-haste little post is destined to be unpostworthy of the tasty post-it posted here yesterday by that damned delightful reeler-inner-of-all-things-related-to-film, DIESEL. Nor is it likely to hold a drippy candle to the postastic post posted over the weekend by that daringly delicious spinner-outter-of-super-good-songs-she-spots, DJ LAMPSHA. Sometimes, posting is very suck, because we simply have no clue what to say, let alone write, let alone post — especially when we’re forced to follow the aforementioned delightful and/or delicious postabulous duo (damned, daring, and/or otherwise) we just, er… mentioned. Call it post-partum depression — that’s what we do, in our deepest, darkest moments of non-posting-post-what-post?-we-ain’t-got-no-post posting-without-inspiration despair.
SO, um, this post is about not posting, because we simply have nothing to say. Zip. Zero. Nada. That said (or not said, as the case may be), this post is NOT about being a WORDLESS WEDNESDAY post, because, if we’ve said it once, we’ve said it once: we like words, and plan to use as many as we can as often as we can, whether we have the ability to string them together in coherent sentences, or not. Today would be an excellent example of that, we suppose. Suppose? Heh, you can take that statement to the bank. ‘Course ya can’t cash it, because the check it’s written on is post-dated for sometime down the road, when we will have something to say in a post that is a post.
HAVE we ever mentioned how much We Love Lucy? We have? Well, it bears repeating, especially since we just found a clip from one of her most famous skits that puts our inability to properly express ourselves into perspective. Tomorrow we plan to drink a bottle or two of VITAMETAVEGEMIN*, in hopes of loosening our own sorry brain cells/tongues and/or fingers, and then let’s see who’s posting a post worth posting and/or reading, shall we? We shall.
(Don’t bother adjusting your computers, the audio isn’t quite synced up to the video — not unlike the way our brains fail to sync up with our tongues and/or fingers, and we wind up wroyomh smv/pt sfkting kujw lusp. Swi?)
*Those of us who have been sober for decades will surely not be doing this, Shirley. Though, in fits of posting despair, we often find ourselves tempted to throw ourselves not just off the wagon, but under it.
~snuppy
Filed under: Pop! goes the Diesel
As you could probably guess from my post last week on movies with gay presidential subtexts, I don’t feel much of an obligation to maintain a semblance of accuracy in my writing. Of course, you’d know that if you’d read this, or this or pretty much anything else I’ve written either. One bit of truth did actually work its way into that post though: I have a serious man-crush on Harrison Ford.
Harrison Ford is one of an increasingly rare breed in Hollywood these days: the gruff, tough and taciturn man of few words. In this category I place Clint Eastwood, Bruce Willis, Mel Gibson, Steve McQueen and of course John Wayne. If you substitute testosterone for thespian ability, you could also lump the likes of Stallone and Schwarzeneggar in with them.
These gentlemen have something else in common: they are all over 50. Most of them by quite a bit. Some of them have aged to the point where they are past caring about wrinkles and liver spots. Way past.
So who is the John Wayne of today? For that matter, who is the new Harrison Ford or the Arnold Schwarzeneggar? Today we’ve got waifish boy-men like Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Leonardo diCaprio, Tobey Maguire and Elijah Wood. Tom Cruise? Please. Tom Hanks? Swell guy, great actor, and about as intimidating as a dust bunny.
George Clooney is manly enough, I suppose, but more in the Cary Grant mold. Denzel Washington is so intense and riveting that you hardly notice he’s made the same movie six times now. But he’s in a class pretty much by himself.
So a lot of hopes are pinned on Hugh Jackman and Russell Crowe at this point. I’m not sure they can live up to my expectations, but they’re doing ok so far. Although I’d appreciate a little more Gladiator and X-Men and a little less A Good Year and Kate & Leopold.
I noticed that most of the men on my tough-guy list also share another trait: they’re politically conservative, at least by Hollywood standards. And the waifs, of course, are liberal. So maybe what we need is some kind of internship program for young conservative actors. I’ll let someone else work out the details, but I’m thinking some kind of committee that will interview actors and put them on one of two lists, depending on their political persuasion. Maybe color-code it, for clarity.
Actually, somebody is already sort of trying to do this. One of my favorite bloggers, a guy by the name of Wolfe (we conservatives love to pick tough sounding nicknames for ourselves) recently blogged about a site that classifies movies as “liberal” or “conservative” based on the political leanings of the cast.
We at CelebPolitics.com have cataloged actors’ political statements and campaign contributions. Based upon this data, we have created a system that rates movies on a “Conservative Friendly” scale based upon the movies’ actors. We tell you whether to see the movie at theaters, wait for it to come to video, or never see it at all!
I’ve scrutinized this site pretty closely and I’ll be damned if I can tell if they’re kidding. Either way, it’s pretty funny.
The movie rankings are beyond ridiculous. Dave is the #2 most conservative movie? Dave was, in addition to being insipid and dull, a typical bit of liberal fluff. Miami Rhapsody (at #18) is definitely left-leaning too (it reminded me a lot of a Woody Allen film. And apparently as a good conservative I should be burning copies of The Princess Bride. Half of the conservative movies are Stallone or Schwarzennegger flicks. Similarly, the liberal list seems to be mostly Michael Douglas’ resume.
The clincher though is Bananas, a classic Woody Allen parody of U.S. policy in Latin America that ranks as the #84 most conservative movie of all time. You may recall this as the movie where the CIA has people fighting on both sides of the conflict because they don’t want to “take any chances,” and J. Edgar Hoover is depicted as a large black woman in a dress. Why is it conservative? Because Sylvester Stallone, who was completely unknown at the time, appears very briefly in a non-speaking part as a subway thug.
Personally, I have a hard enough time finding movies that don’t suck without adopting additional, completely arbitrary criteria in my film selection. Although if Hugh Jackman doesn’t stop making sissy movies, I may have to boycott him.
TRUST us, we have reasons for thinking the following video is appropriate for today, beyond the obvious “hey, this is kind of an opposite to the bluesy fabulousness of Grace Potter and the Nocturnals that DJ LAMPSHA treated us to over the weekend”. We’ve provided a few of our thoughts on today’s post below, in no particular order of importance. Please let us know if these suck, because we can always make up a few more:
1. Today is a Big Important Holiday* in the United States. President’s Day, to be exact. We can only assume this particular day was selected out of 365 possibilities because 2 of America’s greatest leaders were born in this month: Lincoln (12th) and Washington (22nd) — so we figure the legislators decided to split the “birthday difference” and picked a day inbetween. Math skills are, apparently, not necessary, when applying for a job in government, so we’re sure someone said , “Hey, let’s make it for the 19th!” and everyone else said “Huzzah, huzzah” (“huzzah” being the congressional way of saying “Party on, dude!”)**. Uh… where were we? Oh yeah, so today is President’s Day.
2. We didn’t want to re-share the George Washington Video we used a few months ago, which was hilarious and would have been so perfect for today and how stupid are we for not waiting until now to use it, anyway? Color us maroon, gang, for that’s what we are.
3. We really wanted to share THIS VIDEO (from Fark TV)– because it’s hilarious, too, but since it’s not yet available on YouTube and we are maroons (see above) we couldn’t figure out how to paste it directly onto this page.
3. Yesterday was the start of the Chinese New Year — the year of the “Golden Pig”. We think that’s very cool. So, in hopes of doing something “Chinese New Year”-related, we did a little free form association, but somehow, by the time we were through, pigs turned into boars which turned into bores which became presidents (boring in all ways only a President worth his weight in salt pork can be) and we were back in President’s Day Square One. (We’d like to provide a helpful graph showing exactly how we accomplished this feat, but that would require math skills we only pretend to have.)
5. North Korean leader Kim Jong-Gong-Bong Il turned 65 on Friday, and the entire country rose to celebrate the ocassion with, um, fireworks, and celebratory songs of, er celebration, and cake. From what we’ve heard, he’s a rotton pig. A ronery rotton pig, but a pig, nonetheless. Oh, and a president. Who enjoys celebratory songs of, er, celebration.
6. Marilyn Monroe sang the best ever celebratory song of Presidential Birthday Celebration, ever. (this is one of the cleanest copies we’ve been able to find of her memorable performance, making it all the more enjoyable to watch)
Desite the depiction at the top of the page, we have no reason to believe George Washington was gay. We just like that picture because it made us think of the extremely clever/funny post DIESEL wrote last week — which led us to remember he was due to write another one, tomorrow. That sound you just heard above Diesel’s groan of dismay was our collective sigh of relief — and has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the daily pains of coming up with fodder for this blog. (heh, we said “coming”)
HEY, if anyone is really interested in reading something related to George Washington today, someone WE CALL AL (it is his name, what else would we call him, Fred?) has a fabulous post up rightthisminute. (Considering the fact that his post already has a shitload bunch of comments, we’re guessing most of you already know this, and are laughing behind our blog-tardy backs, even as we type)
* That’s a lie from the pits of hell.
** Also a lie. The day was picked in not-so-random fashion as a means of ensuring government workers had a 3-day weekend. Because that’s just how much our country cares about it’s employees (since they’re often the only ones to benefit from these things).
~snuppy
Filed under: Lampsha Spins
You know, I guess YouTube figures that now is a good time for maintenance or to just be malfunctioning. After all, what kook needs to be accessing music at 6:30 am on a Saturday morning? Hey, catch as catch can around here. Kids are sleeping, well were sleeping and that would have been the opportune time for me to do my Spin. It’s gotten so that I can’t even find what I’m looking for on YouTube anyway. So there, who needs ya YouTube?! Enter my man, Diesel, King of Encryption. Except due to a series of unfortunate events — half of which I’m not even sure of, my email remains out there with some songs needing some magic worked on them before I can present them here.
Tap tap tap.
As our Irish carpenter once said to my husband “Quit yer complainin'”.
So it’s Saturday and Spin I must. Here’s a band called Grace Potter and The Nocturnals. They are a Vermont based band who have been around for a couple of years playing their bluesy soulful sort of jam band blend. The lead singer, Grace Potter, has a great voice and plays a mean Hammond B-3 organ. She has been compared to Bonnie Raitt and Janis Joplin. I think her voice is unique and that we’ll probably be hearing a bit more from Grace and her band. Grace, if you run out of your own blues to write about, I can help you. “Ain’t got no YouTube, Ain’t got no encryption, don’t even know what that last bit really is.”
Let’s listen to some music, no videos today folks, just PRESS PLAY to hear Toothbrush, a song which manages to reference both JJ Cale and Cat Scratch fever.
The song you just listened to can be found on their re-released album, Nothing But The Water.
Another studio glimpse of some of their songs can be found HERE at the Band’s MySpace page.
Finally, this link is to NPR where they play LIVE on the World Cafe. This should carry you through the weekend.
Enjoy and have a great weekend.
~ DJ LAMPSHA
Dearest of Dear DJ Lampshas, (Spinning Out of Control Since 2006):
Guess what was up and running when I got up this morning? A’yup, YouTube. And guess what I found? A’yup, a video featuring that idiot, Rush Limbaugh, as… er, your dreamy “Artiste du Week”, Grace Potter. In hopes you won’t mind the intrusion, I have included it here:
Feel free to ignore and/or delete. And forgive me for not having the first clue as to that other matter (the one involving linking to iTunes, or whatever, I’m so lame I don’t even know what problem it was I couldn’t help you with.)
Yours Very Truly and Humbly and Meaning to Help but Not Impose Videos on You that You Might Not Want to Use, Even Though You Seemed Genuinely Annoyed with YouTube Only 5 Paragraphs Ago ~ Not-the-DJ Snuppy
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