It's the Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain covering the classic Nirvana tune, "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Enjoy:
The Savage Hearts - Radio Silence (Savage Trax)
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Okay, here's something a little different, and might require a little bit of imagination to solve. What is Nik poking at with his right index finger (neatly cropped out to eliminate any hints)? Put your guesses in the comments section.
I initially started this blog for the purpose of sharing photos from a trip to Italy back in the fall of 2008. Of course it eventually morphed into something more, but I like to occasionally revisit those roots. Here are three pictures I took on that trip from in and around the Colosseum in Rome.
The Arch of Constantine is just outside the Colosseum, both of which are adjacent to the old Roman Forum.
Here's a shot of the outer corridor surrounding the seating area. Doesn't look all that different from contemporary sports arenas, does it?
I started seeing ads for The Conspirator, Robert Redford's new movie, just a couple of days before I had an opportunity to see it. I also managed to see a couple of reviews (though non from mainstream sources), and between the advertising and those few critical comments I wonder if anyone really got what this movie is about. The reviews I read seemed overly concerned with trying to figure out if Redford's story was more sympathetic to the North or the South, and the ads made it appear to be some kind of mystery-thriller. After watching it though, it seems like none of that is the least bit relevant to the filmmakers intentions (though superficially they are suggested by elements of the plot). This is pretty clearly intended as an allegorical critique of the use of military tribunals, as in the case of those incarcerated at Guantanamo Bay, and the obvious threat posed by stripping individuals of their rights when accused of criminal behavior. The film falls well short of making the case one way or the other about the guilt of purported subject Mary Surratt, and it's fair to say that virtually all the characters, regardless of their wartime sympathies, come across as either deluded fanatics or ruthless opportunists. In fact, it's almost essential to Redford's thesis that Surratt come across as compromised as everyone else, the better to throw the principle of systemic virtue into stark relief against the lesser concept of individual virtue. It's a compelling idea, and I wish that the movie was up to the challenge it sets for itself. Unfortunately, it comes across as overly melodramatic, and never really captures the gut the same way that it does the brain. I know that Redford can pull that kind of combination off-- he did exactly that in his film Quiz Show, which similarly dealt with moral conflicts and institutional corruption. There are several strong performances in The Conspirator that make it worth seeing, but it would appear that, given the responses noted above (including it's own marketing campaign-- check out the poster above), it is not likely to prompt the kind of debate over current affairs it seems to want to spark.
I really should know better. I learned long ago that as famous as Buffalo Style Wings have become over the years, the farther away one gets from Buffalo itself, the less likely you are to find an even reasonable facsimile of the real thing. I don't know why that is-- presumably if you mix the ingredients properly, you ought to be able to replicate the flavor, texture, etc. of a well-done chicken wing. But it doesn't seem to work that way. So it's no surprise to discover that the same principle applies in relation to Buffalo Chicken Style Soup. There are a couple of places in Western New York that specialize in this concoction, and have even won awards at the Taste of Buffalo festival. That soup is really good-- hot and tangy and calling to mind a plate full of wings. But the cup I tried in an Idaho Falls eatery a couple days ago was a pale imitation. It was orange, and it did have chicken in it, but potatoes? I guess that was supposed to be the Idaho twist, but it really undercut the flavor, creating more of a chicken stew with a hint of garlic Tabasco added. It's sad that folks out west don't know the real thing, and it makes me wonder if they think that those of us who have are crazy to think it's so great (that goes for the soup as well as the wings). Here's hoping that someone, someday figures out how to export or create something as good as what Buffalonians can get at the Anchor Bar or Duff's.
I always liked Otto Soglow's Little King strip, but I never knew about The Ambassador until I discovered some examples at the I Love Comix Archive. Here's a sampling, and you can find more at the link for the Archive.
Apparently, The Ambassador was created as a kind of knock-off of the Little King, albeit by the latter's creator. There was some kind of issue about bringing the King from the New Yorker (where it originated) to the funnie pages, and this was Soglow's solution. Once the copyright issue was resolved, the Ambassador disappeared, and the King became a Sunday mainstay. I can't imagine any strip today sparking those kind of controversies.
"True, we love life, not because we are used 
Winter just doesn't seem to want to end here in SW Montana. Every day is cold, gray and usually wet. wet or snowy. So, naturally I'm thinking of warmer places, especially southern California where I was lucky enough to get away to last about six weeks ago. How I long to see some greenery, like the palm trees in Santa Monica seen above.
I can't imagine when I might see some flowers blooming around here, but the gardens were very colorful at the Huntington Library complex.
The last shot is also from the grounds at the Huntington center. I can easily imagine whiling away an afternoon with a good book, sitting under the trees. Unfortunately, at the moment I can only imagine it.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men
Last Friday, the radio station for which I broadcast, KDWG in Dillon, celebrated its tenth anniversary with what we hope will become an annual event called West-Fest. It was supposed to be a big outdoor party, but inclement weather forced us indoors. Even so, it was a great time, with live music from 3 to 10, along with a barbecue, beer garden, and assorted art demonstrations and booths. Here are a few pictures I took at the festivities, starting with the Black Rose Band above.
Kayli Smith performed a nice acoustic set.
Landlocked got the crowd moving with their patented Polynesian reggae mix.
Unfortunately, the light was such that I couldn't get a sharp image of the crowd, but I think this conveys a bit of the action on the dance floor.
Headlining was The Dirty Shame, and they put a nice country cap to the evening. Great show overall-- and I can't wait for next year!
Well, I don't know if anyone could have possibly predicted this (sarcasm intended), but in the Battle of the Bands to determine the greatest British rock and roll band of the era 1960 to 1974 unfolding on Dr. John's Record Shelf over the past few months, the two finalists ended up being the Rolling Stones and the Beatles. The former edged the Who for their berth in the final, while the latter knocked off the Kinks.
Songs in competition were "Sympathy for the Devil" by the Stones, "Won't Get Fooled Again" by the Who, "Hard Day's Night" by the Beatles, and "Tired of Waiting For You" by the Kinks. Next week, for the final, I'll play three songs by each group, early enough in the program that we can take phone call votes. But if anyone wants to post a preference in comments here, I'll add that to the tally.
Our Battle of the Bands is winding down on Dr. John's Record Shelf. Tonight, we have the final four semi-finals, with the finals to occur next week between this evening's winners. Here's the lineup if you want to try and get in a vote:
Last week I posted some examples of Gasoline Alley from 1937. A couple of those included a bonus Frank King strip focusing on Corky, the little brother of Skeezix (the main character of G.A.). There was a time when just about every Sunday funny page had a main strip and another to fill out the page ('cause they actually were full pages). So here are a few more examples of the Corky strip, and if they whet your appetite, there are a whole bunch more at the I Love Comix Archive.
