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This week I have been mostly listening to …   Leave a comment

 

Not only Martin Mull (wearing my cousin’s baseball uniform, seen above, from Macon Central HS not far from Capricorn Records Studios), but a host of oddball records I got in the 70’s (everyone needs at least one Johnny Puleo and the Harmonica Gang disc in their collection).  Anyway, here’s a favourite track from “No Hits;” I give you Jesus Is Easy:

 

 

Probably no need to explain the “This Week I Have Been Mostly…” thread to Brits, here is the origin story of that one:

 

 

 

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Posted August 3, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Made Me Laugh, music

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Ealing Blues Fest 2018   Leave a comment

 

Ealing’s Walpole Park hosts a lot of music and arts events and they are dirt cheap for what they offer.  This weekend was the annual Ealing Blues Festival and we each dropped £5 for Sunday tickets.  Three stages, two drinks tents*, and an awful lot of rock & roll bands to kill off a hot, sunny, Summer afternoon.  Sublime.

*I opted for this terminology instead of “two bars” because, at a blues fest you shouldn’t expect anything less than 12-bar.

 

 

Only one of the 12 acts we witnessed seem to know what the blues actually is.  Our disappointment was tempered by the passable rock all around.  Most of the acts with women leading the band sounded like Vinegar Joe (blues influenced, not blues), and the others leaned heavily on the Animals, the Who, and the Stones (blues influenced, not blues).

 

 

About half the crowd was older than me, the other half almost exclusively families with children.  CHILDREN, for fuck’s sake, and yet they were pretty cool kids.

Next week is the Jazz Festival (same price) and in August there is a Mela (free) nearby in Southall.  If you are visiting London in the summer and just happen to be at loose ends, you could do worse than one of these.

Pro tip: you can each bring in 4 cans of alcoholic beverages or a box of wine into the Walpole Park fests.  Bring a towel or a folding chair…the venue is pretty dusty.

 

Posted July 24, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in music, Tourism

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This Weekend, I Have Been Mostly Listening To…   Leave a comment

 

Found in a charity shop Saturday and bought for the hashing songs, I only noticed the cover photo after I cleaned the vinyl.  Drugs may have been involved.  Plan is to do a new album each weekend until National Album Day, October 13.

Details: Rugger Ditties, Summit Records, 1965

Suggestion: less piano, more drinking since these are generally sung drunk, a Capella, & outdoors.  Otherwise, a decent enough intro to these indecent tunes.

 

 

Posted July 23, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in art, Drugs, music, sport

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Part of a Sign Language Dialect   Leave a comment

My brother-in-law used to raise one leg high and play air flute (I know they are ALL air flutes, but you know what I’m sayin’) behind people to indicate they are thick as a brick.

I always wished that would become “a thing.”  And, it’s fun.

This sprung to mind from an entirely unrelated Twitter exchange I spotted:

Posted April 24, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Made Me Laugh, music

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Animal War Memorial Dispensery and Tin Tabernacle   Leave a comment

 

I looked up for a moment from the bus stop and spotted a massive bronze casting over the doors to a house with “Animals War Memorial Dispensary” painted across its front.  Dashing across the street for a closer look, I also noted these tablets on either side of the doors:

 

 

I could see the bus loading one stop before mine and took just a few seconds to record these wonderfully psychedelic posters displayed beside a church adjacent to the Animals Memorial:

 

 

It was only after settling into my seat that I realised two of the three were for the Sea Cadets and that the church appeared to be known as the Tin Tabernacle:

 

 

Quite interesting.  The building is like a metal barn on the outside but is, in large part, a model of a sea vessel within.  I definitely have to sail back to this one, perhaps for folk night.

 

 

 

 

Posted October 19, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in art, music, Tourism

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Notting Hill Carnival 2017   1 comment

 

We went to the Notting Hill Carnival to drink beer (check), listen to loud music (check), look at mostly undressed folks (check-a-roonie), and to eat some Carribean food (check).

 

 

I didn’t take a lot of photos after the crowd grew almost unmanageable so this is what you’ll get from this page (apologies, but just image search “Notting Hill Carnival 2017” and you’ll find whatever it is you think you want).

 

We weren’t as drunk as the Iggy Pop looking mofo, above, but not because we didn’t give it the ol’ college try.  His dance was really not as impressive as the copper whose video turned up viral this morning.

 

 

While the crowd probably contained every black person within 500 miles, this is London so (despite racists moaning about being overrun) it was a fairly pale shade, overall.

 

 

I was excited to find an ornate VR postbox (my effort to prove myself the whitest guy at the Carnival, according to Jackie):

 

 

And, the home of one of the founding paraders:

 

 

The Grenfell disaster weighed on everyone’s minds and there were tributes to the victims throughout (and, miraculously, an actual minute of silence in this loudest of London parties).

 

 

That’s not why there was so much smoke in the next picture.  We imbibed in a modicum of hash before travel, but we could easily have sustained a contact high everywhere we went.  “Mahr-ree-wanna, mahr-ree-wanna…like the Bob Marley, mon,” intoned one street salesman as we pushed through a crowd.  That and the hundreds of jerk chicken and goat curry stands on almost every street left our clothing reeking of char.

 

 

The food was grand, too.  J had the goat and I had the chicken (contributing to the avian holocaust wherein more chicken is consumed in 2 days than in the whole rest of the London year).  I also had these numbers handed me on the Tube the day before:

16,000 coconuts
400 goats
15,000 plantains
70,000 litres of carrot juice
10,000 litres of Jamaican stout
25,000 bottles of rum.

I believe it.

 

Entrepreneurs in the neighbourhood rent out their toilets for £3 a go (£5 if you want to jump the queue).  The dry compost loos provided by the borough make it an understandable (if not justifiable) luxury.

 

 

The first and last — the Alpha and Omega, if you will — stands we saw were this troupe of God Botherers:

 

 

One of them — at the far left of the photo — gave me a leaflet with a long, preachy cartoon.  Distilled, below, are the bits I thought I could use here (but opted not to bother):

 

Lock & Quay, Hayes, London   Leave a comment

 

Pub #1903:

I needed some stuff from a DIY store so I ran to the B&Q, Sunday.  With some time to kill before the shop closed, I popped into the Lock & Quay for a quick pint.

The beer selection was a bit bleak or, rather, yuppie-leaning so I wound up with a pint of a Brewdog IPA with some dickish name attached to it.  All the shade on the water was taken up with diners and civilised looking folk so I sat my sweaty ass in a window directly behind the jazz combo playing for our, the waterfowl’s, and the fishing enthusiasts’ pleasure.

 

 

They wrapped up a little number just as I sat down and I saw on the sheet music that the next one up was Bésame Mucho with only the bass, keyboards, and sax involved — nice!  The drummer returned and the sax man picked up his clarinet as they moved on to Groove Merchant (another perfectly copacetic piece).  If only the shower door didn’t need a seal, I could have stayed for at least one more beer.

 

Posted August 21, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in music, Pubs

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