Explore The Space

My apologies if this has been posted here before.  In my senility, I can’t remember if I once saw this here or someone sent it to me.  Either way, it’s always good for a laugh.

Black Books

We’ve been re-watching this series from around twenty years ago.  Just as hilarious second time around. Very bastardly.  More highlights here.

Bassists Get The Job Done

This comically inept singer looks like a coked-up CPA trying to channel Screaming Lord Sutch.  He rivals Mike Love in creepiness.  If real, I’m guessing this was an open mic thing.

And all of you who ever played in a band can ‘fess up: you either struck or wanted to strike whoever did most of the singing with a guitar, bass, mic stand, cymbal stand, floor tom, etc.  Or said, “go ahead and grab the mic” when you knew it wasn’t grounded.

And if you did most of the singing, you probably deserved it.

Splice or Error?

In his In The Midnight Hour episode, Andrew Hickey tells a great story about the recording of Mustang Sally.  While the tape was rewinding after recording in one take, the capstan flew of the recorder, shredding the tape into fragments and sending them flying all over the room.  The volatile Wilson Pickett was about to explode, when Tom Dowd told everyone to calm down and take a 30-minute break.  Dowd then spliced the fragments, a total of 40 splices, an average of one every three or four seconds.  Hickey plays a 30-second sample containing the only possible splice he can hear (it’s at 2:22) but thinks it’s more likely a drumming error.  Nah, that’s a splice.

I can’t hear the other 39.  Tom Dowd was a badass.

I Somehow Missed This One

Andrew Hickey mentioned this movie in his “Good Vibrations” episode (there’s a theremin somewhere in the soundtrack).  I could not locate it in the giant heap of cultural garbage that festers in my brain, so I looked up this trailer.  Words fail me on this one.