Where did that weekend go??!
Hey ho, here we go again - and, as it's the lovely Miss Dee Dee Sharp's birthday today (79), it's up to her (and Chubby) to provide the wake-up call on this Tacky Music Monday!
I'm knackered now, just watching it!
Have a good week, dear reader.
I spent another long day yesterday at John-John's, catching up with all the "Marvel geek" stuff I hadn't seen - the whole X-Men: 97 animated series and not one, but two of the original (20th Century Fox) X-Men films [which are not a patch on the cartoon, and quite half-arsed in comparison to anything Marvel's own studio has produced].
Deadpool didn't get a look in this time around, but I found the above spoof versions of the sort of advert that used to be in the comics I had when I was young, which are too good not to share, dear reader!
I got home (via Uber cab) in the wee small hours, just in time for the most tremendous thunderstorm!
Coincidence? Maybe.
Although all that's blown over, and today's weather's not that bad, I still think this old fave is appropriate...
...a track I previously described as "a battle-royal between Miss Viola Wills and Miss Lena Horne":
Faboo!
And so, farewell, Sérgio Mendes - the man who almost single-handedly made the Brazilian "New Wave" sounds of bossa nova into a cool, internationally-successful pop genre in the 1960s - who has packed up his piano, bongos and Cuica and departed for the "Tiki Lounge" in Fabulon. [To be honest, who even knew he was still with us?]
There is only one song to play, really!
Sérgio Mendes and Brasil 66 - Mas Que Nada (introduced by Eartha Kitt)
Mas que nada
Sai da minha frente
Eu quero passar
Pois o samba está animado
O que eu quero é sambar
[which roughly translates as]
Whatever!
Get out of my way
I wanna pass
Because samba is exciting
And I wanna dance [samba]
Descanse em paz, Sérgio Santos Mendes (11th February 1941 – 5th September 2024)
Yay! The end of the week is nigh...
Time for a boogie, dear reader - so, whether you choose to don your biggest Afro, or swathe yourself in feathers from headdress to knicker-line, let's get that party started...
...just like Miss Gwen Dickie and her boys in Rose Royce - and Thank Disco It's Friday!
Have a great weekend, peeps!
Happy 200th birthday to Anton Bruckner! He looks sooo cheerful on his birthday...
The man himself was rather an oddball, according to The Guardian:
It was only in his 40s in Vienna that Bruckner felt confident enough to embark on the symphonic project that would sustain the rest of his musical life. But in doing so, he had to face the wrath of his critics, who called him everything from "a drunkard" to the composer of "symphonic boa-constrictors" (that one was Brahms). He also had to put up with caricatures of him as a devoutly, credulously Catholic country bumpkin who propositioned teenage girls in his old age, and who once tipped a conductor with cash for getting through a rehearsal of one of his symphonies......he had a mania for counting the bricks and windows of buildings, and for counting the numbers of bars in his gargantuan orchestral scores, making sure their proportions were statistically correct...[he was also] "death-obsessed"...
Yet, for all his weirdness, the legacy of his music lives on.
Here's a lovely sample:
A touch of much-needed class round these parts, methinks!
Anton Bruckner (4th September 1824 – 11th October 1896)
Another snippets post, dear reader...
And the weather? Up and down like a whore's drawers.
