Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
The 22 year old Norwegian, Lasse Gjertsen (left) is having a huge success on the net with Amateur (YouTube) Some stunning drumming and video-editing there! Amateur (MP3) La Meg Være I Fred (MP3) Chaplin Snakker (MP3)Michael Paulus has made an interesting character study of 22 present and past cartoon caracters to show what they're really made of.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Han e jo steike gal! - [He is frying mad]
Fy faen for et show - [phew Satan] what a show!
Dævven! - [Devil]
Dævven, salte, steike ta! - [Devil, marinated, grabbed by frying]
Å fy! - [oh phew]
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Mother arrested son (Aftenposten)A frustrated mother decided to try and end her teenaged son's hash smoking by dragging him into the local police station on Wednesday.
The woman slapped down a nine-gram (0.3 oz) lump of hashish on the counter and told police that she had found it on her son, newspaper Agderposten reports. The 15-year-old admitted to daily hash smoking after being quizzed by police.
"This isn't something you see every day. But this was a sensible mother. What she did demands respect. Now this family can get help and a program that might be able to stop the 15-year-old's drug use," said Arne Arnesen of Agder police.
Local law enforcement officers were quick to help out the desperate woman, and after interviewing him child care authorities were notified.
"The interview will be sent to a police lawyer, who will assess what should happen with the boy in the future. Hopefully this will give him a jolt and he will quit," Arnesen said.
So people; if the police think the mother is so sensible, why then were child authorities notified?!
A lesson for life, I'm sure. The 15-year-old has learned this: Family-problems are community problems. They are not solved within the family, but is a responsability for the authorities. I hope this mother will equally respect what the son does when the time comes to to put her in a home, in care by others. While he sells off her flat to pay for his heroin dependance.
The stigma associated with cannabis by some, in this case a mother - will inflict greater damage than the drug itself.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
The excellent blog; Rakete Rinnzekete, provides the album in the corner. The blog also features other great German stuff, such as Andreas Ammer & FM Einheit, Spliff etc... Well worth a visit
And If you're a fan of 30's and 40's UFA hits you will not be disappointed after a visit to Not Rock On - 4 CD with som classic Berlinerschlägers
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
About a famous cowboy outlaw who lived a hundred years ago.
Today his soul at last is resting peacefully in hell
Though many years have passed away since through the gallows-trap he fell.
He was sitting propped up in a chair just after he was hanged
And they photographed his body as a distant churchbell rang.
A circus man was waiting with fifty dollars in his coat
And he bought the cowboy outlaw so he could have him in his show.
And very soon he was embalmed and toured from town to town
People paid to see the outlaw that they'd heard so much about
He stood before them with a pistol against a painted scene
The greatest cowboy outlaw that the world had ever seen
But in time he was forgotten and no one knew his name
And when he began to fall apart they took his booth away
They painted him with varnish and put a crown upon his head
Come and see the king of Egypt said the sign out front instead
And then one year the circus closed, the tents were packed away
And he was sold to an amusement park on Massachusetts Bay
He was sold for next to nothing and they packed him in the van
They thought they'd bought a dummy but they'd really bought a man.
He was sprayed a special color to help him look a fright
And they hung him from a gallows 'neath an ultra-violet light
He hung there in a spookhouse for many, many years
As youthful faces passed him by in tiny railroad cars
Until one fine and fateful day in 1976
He fell down from the gallows when the hangman's noose unhitched
His arm broke at the shoulder as he clattered to the floor
And the man who went to fix him was stunned by what he saw
And the teenage boys did holler, and the teenage girls did faint
When they saw the bone protruding from the varnish and the paint
A coroner came to serve him and ran a slew of tests
they found out who he was, in time, and laid his soul to rest
A hundred years have come and gone since he spoke his final words
I'm not afraid to die and leave behind this rotten world
So go and pull the lever hangman, now my race on Earth is run
And he thought his life was ended but it had only just begun
By Brian Dewan - From "Tells the Story", The Cowboy Outlaw (mp3, from a stream...)
Friday, November 17, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Moffedille (upper left corner) is a fantasy animal from the show. The moffedille vaguely resembles a porcupine, eats keys, and communicates through howling sounds and cartoon-style balloons.
In episode 3, Pompel and Pilt meet up with the moffedille again. This time, it utters a big SOS inside a talking bubble. By uttering different semi-mysterious talking bubbles, along with rudimentary body language, the moffedille manages to communicate that it has a key inside of it, that it wants Pompel and Pilt to remove. Pompel, intending to do surgery on the moffedille, comes up with a saw. Pilt, however, does not approve of this, and suggests an alternative approach, where they feed the moffedille a length of rope, and make it dance. After the dance, they pull the rope out of the moffedille. It turns out that a large number of keys are now threaded onto the rope. One of them resembles the key that was swallowed by the moffedille in episode 2. Pilt takes this key, and the moffedille swallows all the others again. The moffedille then leads the way to a locked door. Pilt uses the key to unlock the door. The door opens, and a migrant (another type of fantasy creature) comes out. The moffedille eats the key again, and leaves. (from wikipedia) See episode 3 (.mov/35mb)
The TV show was created in 1969 by Arne and Bjørg Mykle (script for the 4 first episodes here - in Norwegian).
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
But, really the best restaurant in Budapest is by no doubt Náncsi Néni Vendéglője [Aunt Nancy] - it is a 10 min ride up from the riverside (buda) - where you can frolic in the nice gardens. It is also popular among the locals. A place to take whole parties. Good service. Good food. AND check out their nice homepage (link) Address: Address: Ördögárok u. 80, Budapest, II. district, take a taxi to get there. Tel: (+36 1) 397 2742 - If you leave Budapest without visiting Náncsi Néni you have made a fool of yourself.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Rock'n'Roll High School (article NYT) Fans of a Groundbreaking Club Mourn and Then Move On (article + photos NYT)
...and there is Jamie, sitting in lotus, watching Patti. Cheers Jamie ; )
So, they finally closed it down - Not much different than the Taliban. Blowing up statues, closing down landmarks, same same, but different. Some do it for Allah, some do it for the money...
But the good 'ol punk reek can still be found around the corner of CB's; at the Mars Bar. There is still some legendary vomit on that ceiling! Yeah, punk is not dead, it's just relocated...
Friday, September 22, 2006
Three fellowes wenten into a pubbe,
And gleefullye their handes did rubbe,
In expectatione of revelrie,
For 'twas the houre known as happye.
Greate botelles of wine did they quaffe,
And hadde a reallye good laffe.
'Til drunkennesse held full dominione,
For 'twas two for the price of one.
Yet after wine and meade and sac,
Man must have a massive snack,
Great pasties from Cornwalle!
Scottishe eggs round like a balle!
Great hammes, quaile, ducke and geese!
They suck'd the bones and drank the grease!
(One fellowe stood all pale and wan -
for he was vegetarianne)
Yet man knoweth that gluttonie,
Stoketh the fyre of lecherie,
Upon three young wenches round and slye,
The fellowes cast a wanton eye.
One did approach, with drunkene winke:
"'Ello darlin', you fancy a drink?",
Soon they caught them on their knee,
'Twas like some grotesque puppettrie!
Such was the lewdness and debaucherie -
'Twas like a sketch by Dick Emery!
(Except that Dick Emery is not yet borne -
So that comparisonne may not be drawn).
But then the fellowes began to pale,
For quail are not the friende of ale!
And in their bellyes much confusione!
from their throats vile extrusione!
Stinking foule corruptionne!
Came spewinge forth from droolinge lippes,
The fetide stenche did fille the pubbe,
'Twas the very arse of Beelzebubbe!
Thrown they were, from the Horne And Trumpette,
In the street, no coyne, no strumpet.
Homeward bounde, must quicklie go,
To that ende - a donkey stole!
Their handes all with vomit greased,
(The donkey was not pleased,
And threw them into a ditche of shite!)
They all agreed:
"What a brillant night!"
and seriously - a little bit on Chaucer's English:
Although Chaucer's language is much closer to modern English than the text of Beowulf, it differs enough that most publications modernize (and sometimes bowdlerize) his idiom. Following is a sample from the prologue of the "Summoner's Tale" that compares Chaucer's text to a modern translation.
Everyone who's ever learned to speak English, whether as a first language or not, will know how hard it is to get your head round. All those words which sound so similar, but which are spelled completely differently. I know many people who rely on spell checkers to make sure everything is correct before it's published. If you do the same, remember, they're pretty mindless - as this cautionary tale we received from an anonymous viewer shows.
Owed two a Spell Chequer
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong
Eye have run this poem threw it
am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
Martha Snow, from The Funny Times
Thursday, September 14, 2006
(Vivian will not be attending, as he is indeed quite dead)
“Why can't I be different and unusual... like everyone else?” (Quote Stanshall)
Get a tidbit of Vivian's makings (Men Opening Umbrellas Ahead) here (RS-link)
Thanks to the Palestinian Light Orchestra blog.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
During Tipper Gore's crackdown on dirty rock lyrics, Zappa found himself thrust into the role of first amendment spokes-musician, and he handled it expertly, confounding people like Novak with his direct, articulate approach to free speech and government censorship. But Zappa's ire is directed not at Novak, but at John Lofton, (at the time) a columnist for Reverend Sun Myung Moon's Washington Times. Lofton is practically frothing at the mouth, at one point even ridiculing Zappa's stated interest in getting young people to register to vote, and Zappa quips that he actually likes Novak more than Lofton. Frank Zappa on CNN Crossfire 1986. Here (YouTube) Here (mov download 50mb)
Monday, September 04, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Do get it here (mp3-link)
Thursday, August 24, 2006
I always wanted to write him a letter and say, Mike, when were you able to have this coven of fifteen hundred people? About the most exciting thing we used to do was play croquet.
—One of Mike Warnke’s college friend