the appropriateness of decapitation
May. 15th, 2007 06:32 amYesterday, when driving from the office, I had our minivan's radio tuned to an oldies station. 'Oldies' of course refers to the stuff that was new when I was a mere child, which is another sign that yours truly, born in 1955, is getting long in the tooth. On the other hand, I have no gum-recession problem so maybe I'm not that long in the tooth. But I digress. The radio, like I said, was tuned to an oldies station. At some point it played something much older than I am, Glen Miller's In The Mood, but not the standard one, with actual big-band instruments.
That one was all done with clucking chicken.
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Date: May. 15th, 2007 05:45 pm (UTC)I think I've heard that rendition, to my regret.
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Date: May. 15th, 2007 06:23 pm (UTC)Might have known
Date: May. 15th, 2007 10:00 pm (UTC)Yes, That Ray Stevens. "Can't Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd" Ray Stevens.
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Date: May. 16th, 2007 01:14 am (UTC)I feel like I should be slinking away in embarrassment. I'm also a fan of Thus Cacked Henrietta, the chicken version of Thus Sprach Zarathustra. Classic Ray Stevens.
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Date: May. 16th, 2007 10:05 am (UTC)Meanwhile, while we're in the dept of let's-mangle-the-classics... About ten years ago, we were listening to the San Francisco Symphonic Orchestra's rendition of Holz's The Planets. At the very end of the Uranus movement, the organist hit the grand finale's note. Which went on and on and on and on, because the key would not become unstuck.
Next, on the Benny Hill Show...