Disappointed to discover that Fats Waller’s taties in All that meat and no potatoes are not as grubby as Seamus Heaney’s (“Are your praties dry/And are they fit for digging?”/“Put in your spade and try,”/Says Dirty-Faced McGuigan.) (The previous post contained a link to Alan & Jenny’s site for the St Louis Zipper Washboard Band,…
Erik Dams links to an intriguing little thing by Bill Horton, editor of Offbeat Magazine (“not the New Orleans one”) about musical hand signals. I’ve bumped into about half of them, but there are many others–jazz is much more formulaic than most folks think, and it’s not difficult to communicate which ending you’re going to…
Apparently there’s an urban legend in circulation in which, as a cult initiation ceremony, the occupants of an unlit car pursue and murder the occupants of the first car to beep at them–and they’re not actors.
Apologies–I know who brought the site down, and I know that they did it deliberately, but I can’t do anything about it and I can’t tell you about it here.
That’s what this facial analysis site said to this heavy/ska-period PR shot. This wide awake one on the other hand had it thinking of Alfred Rosenberg, Eddie Murphy and Jane Fonda. This would have been too obvious. (Via whatserface)
Cunning punning over at Gay Nazi Sex Vicar. (I once spent an hour listening to a shy Scottish gent with no great enthusiasm for dipthongs or final ts talking about Mozart piano concertos (The peni$ enters here, etc).)
PP senator Carlos Benet has said that Pavía entered Congress on a horse (during the 1874 coup), Tejero with a pistol (this is the 1981 coup that failed), while Zapatero arrived by suburban train (the reference is to the Al Qaeda train bombs before the elections two years ago). I don’t think Pavía actually went…