Beside the obvious Lenny and Squiggy – and the actors who played them on Laverne & Shirley – there are at least 2 other key members of this band. Gaze at the static image as cuts from the album play. I don’t believe the sound is important to uncovering this mystery. Have fun! Townsman Fritz knows all there is to know and will confirm or deny your guesses.
Note: Answers derived from any web pages beyond this one will be disqualified. We have ways of knowing where you’ve been!
Who are you living with? Is it working out? We hope so.
Townsman BigSteve reports from the heart of today’s Mardi Gras festivities.
Today is Mardi Gras. I have no grand thesis that warrants discussion, but here are some videos to help you celebrate the day. A brief video explaining the Mardi Gras Indians with photos, with the Wild Tchoupitoulas song “Meet de Boys on de Battlefront” as a soundtrack:
A TV show from a few years ago (Soundstage I think) with Professor
Longhair singing Tipitina backed by the Meters:
And here’s the big finale, Dr. John leading the band with Earl King
singing his composition Big Chief, a seasonal classic recorded by Fess, who is also featured on this number:
Enjoy! (Please note: You’ll have to fast for 40 days afterwards.)
Monday, February 19, rock musicians Sting, Rod Stewart, and Bryan Adams were arraigned on several counts of Rock Crimes for their participation in the 1993 collaboration on a song and video for the soundtrack of The Three Muskateers. Sting and Stewart turned themselves into authorities on their own recognizance. Adams was arrested while causing a disturbance at an in-store appearance by alt-country rocker Ryan Adams.
Although formal charges have not yet been released, it has been reported that they include faux introductions and loitering on a video set; unexplained wardrobe changes; abuse of knowing glances, backslaps, and high-note lean-backs; impersonating an art-school girl in a skirt and leggings (Sting); impersonating a musician pretending to play an interesting bass part (Sting); and inappropriate contact with a lesser celebrity.
A trial date will be announced later this week. The trial will be conducted live on Rock Town Hall. Attorneys for the artists issued no comment other than a reminder of the upcoming tour dates by the reunited Police.
All-Star Jam. Everything is fine.
We got a new cable service while I was out of town, and I just started checking it out. For the first time we have VH1 Classics. The first video I caught was Eurythmics’ “Missionary Man”. Thankfully, our brains are wired to block out many of the associated sensations that accompany traumatic moments, associated sensations would otherwise kill our ability to pick up the pieces and move forward. Thankfully, I’d forgotten everything about both this song and the video.
I’ve enjoyed a relatively healthy and productive life since forgetting about “Missionary Man”, a video that probably has been removed from YouTube for fear of Rock Crimes by association. This morning, though, thanks to VH1 Classics I’m reminded of Lennox’s Soul on Ice routine and a reverse sex appeal that could flip the polarity of human sexuality (the power of which, I should add, had been unmatched since the appearance of Gwen Stefani). I’m reminded of Dave Stewart, rock’s only musician to follow in Jeff Lynne’s fashion footsteps. Stewart would combine that bad Look with a goofy self-aware svengali schtick that wasn’t too far from Rick Nielson. Ugh. I’m reminded of the use of canned “colored girls,” among the most hideous practices of British musicians from the ’80s.
Don’t think I’m incapable of appreciating the evil genius of Eurythmics, much like I can appreciate the evil genius of Gwen Stefani and the rhetorical skills of Nazi Germany. I’m afraid that watching too much of VH1 Classics will be like watching a Leni Reifenstahl film festival.
I will close by saying that VH1 Classics, which is still on in the background, just ran back-to-back ads for a KISS Greatest Hits album and an upcoming feature on Bob Seger. We reap what we sow.
So I’m about to hit the airport to catch a redeye flight from San Francisco (“Frisco”) back home to Philadelphia. After my program with work wrapped up, our boss hired a car to take us on a whirlwind tour of the area meant to fulfill various Frisco wishes and simply allow us all to kick back after a fun yet grueling weekend. I was the most veteran Frisco traveler of the bunch, but our driver – a native – took us to a number of places I’d never had the opportunity to see: he dropped us off at the Golden Gate Bridge and waited on the other side while we walked across it, we drove to Sausalito, Marin Headlands (where the Bay opens up to the Pacific Ocean), and other places. I even saw a few more spots in San Fran that I’d never seen before. Tons of fun with a great group of coworkers.
While standing on a rocky cliff overlooking the Pacific ocean, I had the following 2 thoughts, both of which I’ve had before while visiting the area:
I’m curious to know whether there are jahm-averse Townspeople who grew up on the West Coast. I’m curious to know whether there are jahm-loving Townspeople who grew up surrounded by cement or prefab suburban communities. More to the point, have you ever found yourself in a new environment that allowed you to expand your comprehension of a form of music that was previously foreign to you?
