[I'm still buried in deadlines, but I can't stand to look at anything workly at the moment.]
What kind of inhuman monster doesn't love Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five? That's not a rhetorical question:
This version [as seen on THE!!!! BEAT] of the group strikes me as a great idea for a combo: Drums, Hammond B-3 organ, tenor saxophone and electric guitar -- a Stratocaster, no less.
I imagine "G.I. Jive" was quietly given an honorable discharge from Jordan's set list not too much longer after this 1966 set.
I nearly shit when I saw who I momentarily thought was Freddie King jamming on a red Gibson 335 on this jumping earlier performance of "Saturday Night Fish Fry." It's blues journeyman Johnny Jones; Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown is the cat playing fills on a white Fender Jaguar, which is almost as awesome to see as King would have been.
I guarantee this is the greatest version of "Caldonia" you can hear with needing a time machine and directions to where a prime Jordan was playing that day:
Speaking of which: This is a bad movie, even by the standards of the genre and time, but it promises a priceless glimpse of Jordan at his peak back by the classic lineup of the Five -- including the absurdly influential yet woefully unknown guitarist Carl Hogan. The film, constructed of six YouTube clips [don't complain to me about the audio not syncing to the video at times; all I made was the play list and the embed code here], runs about 55 minutes. Enjoy:
5 mile sunday
What does St. Johns smell like dog shit today? It's not my shoes; I just double-checked.
The backyard at the moment.
The new "in" pipes. It must be at least 15 degrees warmer outside than in the house; autumn has definitely arrived.
5 mile Saturday
First time walking all the way down Lombard and then Portsmouth, which was not as skeezy as expected.
New Comics Wednesday: Lynda Barry's "Her Special Day"
There's something about that post-War Wisconsin/Minnesota-area Midwestern accent that gives its people a unique ability to sound totally sincere when being ironic and vice-versa [see also: Al Franken].
Here, the Funk Queen of the Galaxy reads a story from her first book in a segment from the documentary COMIC BOOK CONFIDENTIAL. Enjoy:
Here, the Funk Queen of the Galaxy reads a story from her first book in a segment from the documentary COMIC BOOK CONFIDENTIAL. Enjoy:
Five more miles
The sound of these cars running over a dead squirrel in the road is kinda disturbing.
Musical interlude: Del Shannon's "Keep Searchin'"
Another rare-ish live-ish UK performance from the tail end of Del Shannon's prime. Has Springsteen ever cited Shannon as a prime influence?
Jamaican spiced tea bread (a slight return)
I'm running late although I woke up on time; it defies science. Glazed and unglazed breads.
Caturday Night At The Movies
Offered without comment, because documentaries about cats don't need a reason, two different films titled THE SECRET LIFE OF CATS.
One from the National Geographic Channel:
And one from the Discovery Channel:
One from the National Geographic Channel:
And one from the Discovery Channel:
A Bill Idelson HAPPY DAYS cameo.
I don't remember if I've posted this clip before -- if so, it's worth reposting: The charge I get from seeing Bill Idelson acting alongside Henry Winkler and Ron Howard can only be compared to discovering a photo in a relative's attic that proves your distant, somewhat grumpy uncle really did serve in The War alongside Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Enjoy:
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