Bellybongo Magnus tells us "... Moses Josiah from British Guyana play three tracks on the Sandvik musical saw, the sound reminds me of the eerie Theremin often found in 1950s Science Fiction movies, and later films like Tim Burton's Ed Wood. The other side has a greeting from Ingemar Gustavsson, Sandvik, in five different languages. ..."
"... Maybe you got a copy free when you bought a new set of radials. Maybe it was sent out to retailers to provide pleasant background music while customers waited for installation of their new all-weather tires. ...
... one listen to the disco General theme answers the question of which brand of tires Shaft prefers. ..."
" ... GreenCine: -What redeems your exploitive gore films - if redemption is even necessary - is their abiding sense of humor. Can you speak some about the strategic blend of horror and humor?
H.G. Lewis: -... I recall when I first made a movie called 'The Gore Gore Girls', which was - I felt at the time, which shows how cloudy the crystal ball can be) - I felt it would be my last movie. I opened the spigot all the way. I had some things in there that I couldn't imagine anyone taking seriously. Well, as it turned out, and I'll make a sweeping, generic statement: anyone under age 40 thought it was hilarious; anyone over age 55 thought it was impossible, that I should be arrested, that I had spent my life in a Georgia chain gang, or whatever. That was the gap that existed then.
Today the people who were 40 then are now on MediCare and another generation has come up behind them. I will occasionally be invited to a horror film festival and the demographic there is really surprising because the average individual who attends these horror conventions was not alive when I made 'Blood Feast' and '2,000 Maniacs' and 'Color Me Blood Red' and 'The Gore Gore Girls' and 'Wizard of Gore', and so on. They weren't alive. So I am there, supposedly, not as emeritus but as sort of a historical icon. That's funny, too, because here were movies that cost absolutely nothing to make, with casts of nobodies, and certainly no production value worth anything, and they still live. They still breathe. They are still selling DVDs at a time in which some major companies' productions that were made six months ago simply vanished into oblivion.
I think the rationale behind that is that today's audiences know the difference between a producer or a director who's having a good time and saying, "Hey, c'mon, join me," and a producer or a director who is so enamored of what he is doing that he loses sight of the person on the other end of the camera, on the screen looking at it, saying, "Eh, so what?" Today, with the gap having narrowed so much between independent and major company product, it becomes more significant than ever. ... "
Jeffrey has a lot of things going on over at his GoofButton.com: Cartoons - Collages - Sketches - Scraps (fascinating stuff!) - Etc. (I guess that means enerything else. This is probably the stuff that inspires Jeffrey. This is not his own original stuff - this is the stuff that he digs. You know stuff like pulp book cover art, illustrations, and Al Capp! Youknow, good stuff....) Do you wanna know why this gentleman is in such a good mood? Here's why.
"... After the Velvets broke up, she moved to Texas and got a job at Wal-Mart, and concentrated on raising her large family. She finally went back to music in 1981, when she recorded her first album, Playin’ Possum. She recorded it in her living room (“between diaper changes”, she says) over a period of six months, overdubbing every instrument, and the result was quite odd; it doesn’t really sound like anything else. ..."
"... In the sixties, there were drive-ins … and then there were DRIVE-INS. The Oasis just outside Chicago was among the latter. I can’t believe such a place existed, and but for photographic evidence shown here, I still wouldn’t. Built at a cost of $555,000 over a twenty-acre spread, The Oasis sat 1,600 cars, along with seventy seats in each of two indoor theatres facing a 52 X 125-foot screen. The approach took you by desert tents and concrete camels with sheiks mounted thereon. Sand dunes were painted on fences running hundreds of yards alongside the entrance road. This was suburban Chicago, one minute from Oak Grove, Illinois, and 22 minutes from the city’s loop. ..."
Schadenfreudian Therapy offers "a mix guaranteed to kill any party stone cold dead". Including party crash titles such as: "Fuck, I Stepped in Shit", "Hi Nigger", "We Want Dick, We Want Dick, We Want Dick" and "Fifi's Walking the Poodle". Turd in the Punchbowl
Katya has a round-up of 52 releases and collections available around the net. Probably good stuff all together. Click around! And btw - Stop stalking Katya emmidiately!!!! I am the only certified Oddio Katya-stalker. Get off the road Mr. Liliput. The Swedish Killer Gestapo Reindeers from Outer Lappland is already investigating the case. You will end up as a surströmming in the jaws of Göran Persson. Mark my words.
Click images for better view at source. "A gallery of sci fi pulp covers painted by british illustrator and comics artist Ron Turner for british pulp magazines in the 1950s." Ron Turner Cover Collection at Flickr (via Drawn!)
He says: "I recently picked up a big lot of slides that were appartently part of some old Moose lodge slides shows in the 1960s. Unfortunately, the cassettes which must have gone along with them to provide the narration weren't with the slides but I'd love to hear how they spun some of these images into a narrative called The Haven of Contentment. Let's just say this place looks a lot closer to Twin Peaks than to Shangri-La."
Do you ever wonder what Bomarr is doing on his mini-vacation besides putting together fantastic x-mas compilations? Well, I happen to know he's making a little music both here and there. Here is a new video by The Bomarr Monk, "Consisting entirely of what remained after removing all explicit aspects of some vintage/public domain adult films.". Well, Bomarr, not entirely all expicit aspects. But great video! But of course we all already knew What Kept Grandpa Up. And, no, it wasn't Viagra!
Unless you consider “phallus” and “sex” to be obscene words, you'll find yourself quaintly charmed by the idea that this once caused an uproar, even though the anonymous actors do their best to sell the sex with breathless, melodramatic readings. ..."
Photography from 'Ways of Salt' ("Ways of salt has been shot in Ibiza. A place where Felix R. Cid spent a long period of his life .The poetry of the Island marked him as much as the drama of the meaning of it today, taking him to create this series of portrait that allows us to study a concept not only of the Spanish culture but also of the human being transformation in their environments today. Felix makes a clear relationship between the characters photographed in Ways of Salt and the spirit of the Lot,s wife who became statue of salt by looking back at Sodom and Gomorra when they were getting destroyed by the anger of god. -Genesis 19. The characters in the photographs also belong to a world that is being destroyed and they are also not able to control the way the feel about it. Nowadays we live in a world that is starting to suffer the consequences of the human being ambition. It will change soon. In a short period of time some islands and all that is on with them, will be under the water. ..." [Quoted from the statement]) Felix R. Cid, photographer. (via Conscientious)
Years ago, I used to do a semi-regular comic strip called "fez." It had nothing to do with that character of the same name on TV's "That 70's Show." I had come up with the character somewhere around 1988-89. Fez appeared in many of my comic strips throughout the years... eventually warranting his own. I can't really remember why or when I stopped doing these comics... I probably just got bored of them and moved on to something else.... creativity evolves like most other things.
Anyway, here's a few. If you like them, let me know and I'll post more.