This week, the SS United States begins the process to be scuttled and sunk.
Perfect timing.
https://www.upi.com/Top_News/US/2024/11/11/ss-united-states-artificial-reef/2331731004076/
The Polynomials -Your Man
#CoSoMusic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-dg3aHqg8c&feature=youtu.be
What the hell, it worked in 1964... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36YS5B8OeUQ
“If you believe in what you do, you are immortal. The day that you don’t believe it, the day you’re taking other people’s opinion, you better go to Tijuana.” - Charo
Every New Year's Day, I've developed the habit of watching this timeless Nina Simone performance.
It's that time again, when I get to my annual Christmas Eve viewing of "that other Frank Capra Christmas movie" Meet John Doe (1941).
For anyone interested in joining me in this tradition, here's a clean HD print on YouTube. (It's a public domain work, so don't worry about shorting anybody's residuals, heh)
This morning, I read an obituary about a former local City Council member named Ritz Naygrow who had passed away at the ripe old age of 102. Rather fascinating life, actually.
Googling for further info on the man, I stumbled across this Caillou spoof/ "birthday tribute" sketch, which also seems to speak volumes about how life, relationships and social and cultural food chains play out in the small town disguised as a big city called Sacramento, California.
Somehow, I figured that Devo would be the first band to do this. Apparently not.
https://apnews.com/article/kiss-digital-avatars-end-of-road-finale-37a8ae9905099343c7b41654b2344d0c
The first song published by the young whippersnapper "I. Berlin" back in 1907.
The first thought I had when hearing this version was "I'd love to hear what Jonathan Richman could do with this."
The celebrated (by underground denizens like me) R. Crumb enters into his eighth decade today. He happens to be a guy who had Mr. Fulton County Booking Number 2313827 sussed out more than three and a half decades ago.
https://boingboing.net/2016/06/21/r-crumb-v-d-trump-1989-ns.html
My mom watched The Merv Griffin Show in the 1960s just about every day it aired. Now that I get to watch old episodes of Griffin, Dick Cavett and Mike Douglas (whose shows she was equally obsessed with) I can understand why. Example attached below.
Sexagenarian éminence grise of underground culture.