A couple of days ago an Arizonan named subpangaean wrote to me:
"Hello Mr. Jockey sir,
Last night I happened to catch the psychedelic pop band Black Moth Super Rainbow in Tempe, AZ, and as they played they had a montage of extremely strange unexplained clips on a video screen behind them, which worked to great effect with the music. Richard Simmons workout videos, 70s horror schlock, lo-budget car commercials, 70s porn facial expressions, etc. Anyway, I found a link to part of the video, and I think it'd be right up your alley."
If not up my alley, very strongly on my block, for sure. One thing I know, I'd go see Black Moth Super Rainbow if I was in the land of the saguaro...... Thanks, subpangaean!!
The greater Philadelphia area has as many Vietnamese/SE Asian (so where's my Lee's sandwich shop already?!?!*drool*) move in as Phoenix has Mexicans move in each year. So Senor Duong fell victim to the land of the cheesesteak and the soft pretzel. Abandoned. But it still tells a story. All pictures are links to 1024 size for ease of viewing. His English is very interesting as he tells his tale of woe, crisis and confusion.
Why do I see so many written-on vehicles? My wife was even half-related to someone that did this....
Mrs Lex10 was on the phone with me the other day and had the TV on mute. She stopped in mid conversation and rewound the DVR. That is when she was sure she discovered the secret ingredient to burritos.
......and the horror of that causes people who went into marketing, thinking it would be an outlet for their creativity, to start doing something on their own.....like a blog.
So another one just got born- Vision Pixie It's the outlet for a pal of Lex10's, and she is definitely strangulated doing what she's doing when compared to her ability to corral a bunch of people and make them see what she wants them to see.
It's a human doing the human thing: zetzing, gushing, ironizing, observing, and occasionally showing you stuff that would never happen in your life.
How to describe Eggs a' la Moe? Perfection. Cooked only on one side, but covered for the second half of the cooking process, so that the yolk is still liquidy but all outer membranes and protein are fully cooked. Tenderly treated like a woman's love. Tenuously hanging onto that perfection, not telling the same joke over and over or attending the same activity too many times as to overcook the relationship....er, I mean eggs. Oh beautiful eggs, don't disappoint me. Then bitten into. (ho HO!!)
The idea behind it is their nearly symmetrical beauty, and untrammeled color (from not being flipped). However, if you are in the mood, you can "dirty 'em up" with red pepper flakes, cracked black pepper and dried herbs. Go ahead- you might find those eggs actually encourage you., quivering there, bulbous and glistening. Saying, "That's right! Yeah! Do it!" In fact egging YOU on.........
The image below is, a wallpaper (with some ultra-artistic f-ing around- yeah, that's right, I could improve your personal-corporate-product image...... in fact you wish I would) as is the case so often here at the GlyphJockey blog.
This was on TV and it stopped me dead in my tracks. Thanks to DVR, I went back and shot it off the screen, there are subtitles, because I couldn't believe my ears. Very short so pay attention & most of all, enjoy this self-writing burlesque blackout-style gag.
Back with another installment of Robot Theatre. Hip to the Zeitgeist, the Robots have put together a little drama about recent events in Florida. It's very violent, so brace yourself for some real pain.
"There were still remaining some few prisoners who were not wounded. These were asked by L'Ollonais if any more Spaniards did lie farther on in ambuscade? To whom they answered, there were. Then he commanded them to be brought before him, one by one, and asked if there was no other way to be found to the town but that? This he did out of a design to excuse, if possible, those ambuscades. But they all constantly answered him, they knew none. Having asked them all, and finding they could show him no other way, L'Ollonais grew outrageously passionate; insomuch that he drew his cutlass, and with it cut open the breast of one of those poor Spaniards, and pulling out his heart with his sacrilegious hands, began to bite and gnaw it with his teeth, like a ravenous wolf, saying to the rest: I will serve you all alike, if you show me not another way."
Let me start by saying that I went through all my old vids and maybe only one or two weren't on YouTube already.
Having said that, I recently watched Pop Gear again. This movie has some phenomenally oddball performances. Annnnnd....90% of them were in fact on YouTube. So- I gleaned 'em and here's a bunch well worth a look.
It's introduced by Jimmy Savile - possibly king of the jerkoffs. (Okay, okay, great guy etc., etc.- but hey I ain't English!)
HOWEVER- first up is something from that film that wasn't on YouTube: the gold pants dance sequence - if you like gold pants like I do, then this video is for you. You're welcome for the upload, massive fan base!
Comes next, (as my son used to say when he was a baby) is the Honeycombs singing Have I the Right, which is notable for two reasons: The friggin' mentally-challenged-cousin-type on rhythm guitar, and the fact that the drummer, I'm pretty sure, is a dude in drag....
Tommy Quickly gives a performance of Humpty Dumpty that can only be described as excruciating. I want to punch his face off every time I see it. If I didn't have such a nice TV, I might punch it. This video infuriates me so.......
I'm punching you in my mind Tommy Quickly! In fact, I'm punching punching itself!!
UPDATE could this be another version of a sort of cultural idiom? Help me, massive fan base!!!
The Four Pennies doing Where Did you Sleep Last Night ain't no Leadbelly, but their interpretation is such a screamingly loud (for the era) go at it, sort of an end-of-folk-Dylan-at-Isle-of-Wight event, that it's quite enjoyable.
Billie Davis singing Whatcha Gonna Do? is like watching a live Thunderbirds character singing. Exquisite. Dee-lish. Helium-y. Puppet - puppet - puppet.
Steve Winwood in the Spencer Davis Group stands as exemplar of some of the great performances from this film (The Animals, Herman's Hermits, et al) so I'm including it.
Last is the creepy butt dance being done by the Roger Daltrey clone in this performance of Tobacco Road by the Nashville Teens (whatta name!) The Butt dance is mesmerizing in a scoliosis/back brace/uncontrolled intestinal problem kinda way. The performance is good tho.
All the great performances, with the exception of Matt Munro, a super boring lounge singer, will be watched over and over by me.
So, here (and at the image) is the Girl From U.N.C.L.E. Comic!!
It also got me thinking about a friend I had when I first got married who loved the Man From U.N.C.L.E. He writes movie scripts and has a blog- go see it: The World of Wolcott Wheeler. He's got a dark vision!
Every U.N.C.L.E. story was referred to as an "Affair" this use of euphemism reminded me of this routine by the great Mitchell & Webb:
I was going to moblog this one, but I had to clean it up a little. One gets a warm feeling knowing their EMS worker has an "Angel of DEATH" sticker in their car window.........
When I first saw this in the film "Don't Knock the Rock" my eyeballs almost fell outta my head.
Years later, I got to meet a couple of the remaining Treniers at Resorts International, in the hole known as A.C. Nice guys. seemed a little embarassed about this performance, though - perhaps it was because they had become so lounge and mature.
We did not poon upon departing, by the way........
....commented on my Flip the Frog video, and sent me an interesting experimental recutting of the same cartoon intended to be played behind a live band, with surprisingly good results:
When I was in a band we used to show worm dissection films , and a video of me dragging a fish around the house (that drove the cat nuts...) with the disappointing effect of preventing folks from dancing...
While trying to figure out who he was I looked at his YouTube profile (gateway to spam!) and found this video,
which I found visually interesting and sentimental, too. I also like the music. Bravo, Martin from Aregentina.
Maybe this little tiny baby Krishna will cheer me up:
.....let's see.... marginally. I think if I layer on top of it the fact that Ernest Borgnine is still alive. He was in:
McHale's Navy Demetruis and the Gladiators Bad Day at Black Rock The Vikings (HAIL RAGANAR!) Barabbas Emperor of the North Escape from New York and many episodes of Spongebob
People croak every day - he was awesome in Bad Day before I was born.
Listen, I don't know, spit in the ocean, little pebble on the sand, lost out here in the stars, etc., etc., etc.,. Have you an allegory for resolving ennui? I think there's probably a word that's needed that describes resolve of enniu, like, schmepiphany, or, donkeycarrot, or vivapersonatus, or craeinne. I'm still chock full of interestingness, and plan to deploy it....now. And ongoing, Need I say it?!?! from the Glyphjockey collection. See you tomorrow, my very, very, special bitches. Lastly one more thing: ................................................................!
My Older daughter was fortunate enough to see The White Stripes live recently. I asked her to get me just one good shot of Jack playing, and she could use my camera.
Mission accomplished. This is a girl who, as a baby could communicate clearly without words. First baby I ever saw that always wanted to wear a hat. She'd go into a drugstore with me and organize all the items on the lowest shelves perfectly. She also had weird baby mojo that, whenever she walked up to a soda machine, she'd get a free soda just by pressing the buttons.
