Saturday, February 18, 2006

Mysterious Object Located In Storage Bin

I found this today in an old cardboard box. Does anyone know what it is? It has a hole in the center like this year's Olympic medals. Maybe it's some kind of award.


At 7:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


That's a low blow, man. I did not EVER want to remember that shitty song again. And I was under the illusion it was clear out of my mind. But, NO! You've got to fuck with my head. Wayne Fontana and the Mindkillers. YUCK!

I'm off to see Buckethead. Hopefully, that will help me get through the trauma you wreaked on my psyche.

At 8:40 PM, Blogger Bill McDonald said...

Don't forget to blame Phil Collins for the remake.

At 1:11 AM, Blogger Jack Bog said...

Any time you want to
You can turn me onto
Anything you want to
Any time at all

At 1:13 AM, Blogger Jack Bog said...

Much better was "The Game of Love":

The purpose of a man is to
Love a woman and
The purpose of a woman is to
Love her man! Yeah!
So come on, baby, let's start today
Come on, baby, let's play
The game of (love) love
(love) love

At 2:04 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Interesssssssting. As I recall, the group was identified as "Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders". I wonder whether Mr. Fontana was actually in the group or did he just own the label.

Oh, and if they are Olympic medals, I've got Mark Spitz beat, big time. And, if they're military medals, I make Audie Murphy look like a draft dodger.

At 6:02 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I visited a "City Life" museum in a mid-Atlantic East Coast city. In an exhibit of archaeological finds in the city, there was a 45 adapter, one of those plastic yellow things with three curvy extensions. I felt very old as I watched a group of teens identify almost every other "artifact," but not have a clue as to what the adapter was.

At 9:34 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think that's one of those "big cds" my uncle tells me stories about. He tells me still has a device at his place that plays them, but I've never a actually seen it. Wow.

He also has an even bigger cd in his place of a group called "Cheech And Chong".

"It still has the original rolling paper!" He tells me.

Do you need a piece of paper to help the device play? How you people survived before cds is beyond me.

Age: 34

At 9:57 AM, Blogger Bill McDonald said...

I forgot to mention the little poem that accompanied it:
When im feeling blue
All I have to do
Is take a look at you
Then im not so blue

This rhyme scheme (A-B-C-A) is so unusual and primitive, we may be talking about the time of Chaucer, or even earlier, back when the English language was first formed.

At 10:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah, memories!

I clearly recall the day, teaching elementary school music, when I had to present the music of Janis Joplin as MUSIC HISTORY!

A cartoon recently surfaced at work that described a fax machine as "an old machine that older employees use to communicate."


At 10:56 AM, Blogger Bill McDonald said...

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At 10:58 AM, Blogger Bill McDonald said...

Some of you might believe the rhyme scheme in my earlier analysis was wrong, and the correct desription should be A-A-A-A. First, I just thought it was neat the way the "you" word is repeated at the end of the 1st and 4th lines. And of course, I was using the Druid inflection for lines 2 and 3.

At 12:38 PM, Blogger Brian Moon said...

All you old-timers (disclaimer: I'm 41) should ask the 20-somethings and under what that is. They seem to use those, and the larger black disks, as well as devices called "turntables", to "scratch", "needle-drop", and other techniques, to create a kind of music called "hip hop".

But, seriously, turntables and vinyl are still being made and sold in large numbers, by current artists, and even by the Big Five record labels, not just the indie labels. Visit Everyday Music if you don't believe me...

At 1:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you drove around the block enough times, P.O.A. would play it again for you...
...that was the S.E. Corner of N.W. 10th & Burnside...after 11pm, of course!
Ninetywonderful! Now, THAT was groovy!

At 5:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hold it edge-on against your front teeth and press your lips on both sides like licking your finger, and if you feel the music it is that sort of gravy kind of love...

See that little ol' lady over there in the toreadors? She's groovy.
She's groovy.
Oh, look at that one checking the phone booth's coin return. She's not groovy.
Let's get her.
Okay, lady, come with us, we are going to send you back for re-groovin'

At 8:21 PM, Blogger carla said...


Now I have that stupid song stuck in my head.

Curse you Bill!


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