Sunday, May 24, 2015

Ode to the master

I love old silent comedy routines and movies, I'm especially fond of Charlie Chaplin, Harold Lloyd, Buster Keaton, Laurel and Hardy and the Marks Brothers.

If I had to choose a favorite, it would be difficult because Harold Lloyd makes me laugh my ass off his physical abilities are astounding, but Charlie Chaplin is the king. Chaplin had the ability to draw you in and whisper in your ear, he is the master.

 While watching a YouTube video of Chaplin's City Lights this morning I heard Eternamente in the background and decided I would merge two of my favorite things with Nilla Pizzi's version of "Eternamente" and the last scene from Chaplin's City Light's.

It takes a few seconds to load, be patient, hope you enjoy it.



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Saturday, May 23, 2015

Brandi Carlile - "The Eye"

Woodford Reserve and a dead dad. Part one..

After a long day of fog horn blowing the day was finally winding down, I slipped the boat and strode down the dock toward the parking lot, only then realizing I hadn't eaten anything all day, I reached for my communicator (yes, that "is" what I call my cell phone,) to order dinner and fixin's from the local steak house, ordering and hanging up, I jumped on my horse (truck) and rode (drove) toward the steak house.. as I exited the paved superhighway I spied one of three liquor stores that inhabit the same 4 mile footprint near my home, (There should be more) I pulled in.

  I was walking down the isle now holding "my" bottles of Woodford Reserve and Schweppes Ginger Ale, my steps lightened, my blood quickening as I approached the check out counter thinking to myself: "Steak and loaded baked with asparagus for dinner, a couple cocktails a tasty buzz and then some PS3 Portal 2, it"s a lot more fun playing Portal 2 buzzed... (I know,,, STOP me,... I'm OUT of CONTROL.)

 Flashing my broadening grin in the direction of the check out counter, I was pleasantly surprised to see two open check out isles, it is one of those little things that can make or break a day.  I stopped short, eyed both clerks, one middle aged one older and stepped lightly to my right and back two steps left and forward, there at last, I looked deeply into the gate keepers eyes and there it was, the sly smile and tilt of the head the universally known sign for "May I see your I.D." as I reached toward my ass to pull out my I.D. (that didn't sound right) I bashfully said "Can't you tell how old I'm by the grey hair ? Ha ha...I earned every single one of them Ha ha." I can be a real douche bag at times.
Ha ha....

Handing him my I.D.....he does not smile, he hands it back saying "It is expired, it expired in 2011."

I retrieve the card staring intently at it (can't see shit left my reading glasses in my truck) I intelligently mumble  "What the fuck ?" and then "Oh crap.. that sucks" He says "Yep, can't sell you the booze." I say "Cool," Leaving "my" bottles where they sit, I walk out the door."

Continued, later...

Body In A Box - City and Colour