Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
And a blast from the past.
I’m clickin’ on my blogroll, and since I’m Type A, A for Anally Alphabetical, I like to start at the top, which means good friends like Tam and Suisan get neglected unless I kick myself in the ass and say Y, start with Y this time! Which means I always neglect you folks in the middle. Sorry.
So when I read Beth’s blog, I followed her link to this YouTube of the Solid Gold dancers. I’m not a Solid Gold kinda guy, however, so the video, while quaint, stirred nary a memory. No, I’m a Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert kinda guy. A quick YouTube search yielded this video: Abba singing Mamma Mia on Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert.
Oodles of fun.
D.
PS: Apropos of a certain recent sculpture, Pandagon has a link to Tom Waits’s “Chocolate Jesus.”Â
← Me, fat?
Curse you, Doug. Like I have time to play around YouTube.
But I found this one: Desperado performed by Linda Ronstadt & the Eagles. Nice. Now that’s nostalgia.
That “Desperado” one is pretty good. Here’s one I posted to my blog a while back: Llorando (Crying) by Rebekah del Rio. It’s a clip from David Lynch’s Mulholland Dr, so the visuals get a little weird, but the song itself is one of the most haunting things I’ve ever heard.
wow, Pat J, that song is amazing. she’s got the most amazing voice!
Darla, I’m cracking up over one of the comments to that video — from a Ronstadt lover, in response to a Ronstadt critic:
I’m trying to picture that . . .
Pat, good stuff. Lynch always has had an ear for haunting voices. Remember Julee Cruise?
Watching the Solid Gold Dancer vid made me sorta tired.
I just watched the Solid Gold video – Holy Flashback, Batman! Gods, 80’s dancing was horrible!
I never watched the SG dancers, but the tunes took me back. When I lived in residence, we used to watch Miami Vice on Friday nights. It was simulcast on the local rock station, so we’d turn on 5 or 6 stereos for the original surround sound experience.
At least no one “threw up a little in my mouth.” God, I’m getting tired of that expression. Not half as tired as I am of people throwing up in my mouth, but still.