Great Classix Of Literature Out Th' Ass Dept.

Zap Comix ran for seventeen issues over forty-six years. Do the math. That's two hundred and seventy issues a year [huh? - Ed.], the longest run of any (finger-waggle) underground comic.

It changed a lot in those years. We all did. From the early Crumb-led issues featuring cutesy-wootsie widdle animals delivering folksy moral homilies for the under-fives, the magazine was soon bought out by Condé Nast, who turned it into the sumptuous bible of elegant lifestyle familiar from your orthodontist's waiting room!

We're rebuilding the False Memory Foam© Library Of Books™ in an underwater dome just off Baitshop Bay here on th' Isle O' Foam, and this legacy collection is first up on the shelves!

Country Rock "Gave Cat Hives" Claim Disputed

Goose Creek Symphony's last studio album was in 2008. That date looks pretty recent to those who, like me, are still getting over the punk revolution of '76, but it's, what? Twenty years ago today? [Twelve, ya doofus - Ed.]. 

Here's their first three albums, arranged in coherent chronological and alphabetical order and placed upright in a cool place.

Older fans will think they remember one of these tunes as a theme for a radio show. Then they'll get distracted by a buzzing insect and wander outdoors to see if they've had their dinner yet. That's where I am, wondering where everyone went.

This post made possible by grants from the National Association For National Associations (NAFNA)

Our Salute To Dames On Parade! Dept.

It is to my way of understandin' that the Woke Generation - you know, them sleepy bums what stroke their phones for a livin' - claim th' stance of gender equality to be their own moral high ground. That they are the first guys what allow their old ladies time at th' mic. But previous generations have always held broads in the highest of esteems, an' today's package of pulchritude honors three hot tomatoes which through dint of bein' swell-lookin' as well as exudin' man appeal went on to record albums wit' professional-type musicians!

Raunchy Rosie Vela was maybe not the world's greatest chantoozie but who's countin'? An' she wrote most of these swell tunes! Those guys out of Skeevy Dan are on hand to lay down some smooth studio chops on what is a fine lite-jazz-pop album [sounds like straight-ahead 'eighties synth pop with a little disco thrown in to me - Ed.].

Va-va-voom Valerie Carter's second album didn't bother the charts too much neither, in spite of every single session guy in L.A. checkin' out her ass in the studio. 

Cute n' curvy Kathy McCord, FoamFeatured antecedently when we was workin' Vegas, delivers some breathy pop-jazz-lite that slips down swell while you're chillin' with the chicks at th' Tiki Lounge!

It is my fondest hope that this feature, strictly Dedicated To Th' Dames, will establish once an' fer all the Woke Credentials of False Memory Foam©! 

(This post made possible in part through th' auspices of tremolo.)

Ed's Treehouse Of Blessed Forgetfulness® Dept.

Ed relaxes in Treehouse Of Blessed Forgetfulness, yestiddy

 

Older readers - that's you, pally - have evinced scant concern for Ed, False Memory Foam©'s elderly Sub-Editor-In-Chief, who swam from th' House O' Foam© in bosky downtown Las Vegas to th' Fabulous Isle O' Foam© here in mid-mid-pacific. We thought we'd address this concern, scant tho' it be, by giving youse an update on his situation.

This interview was conducted via the latest T.C.S®. [tin can and string - Ed.] technology connecting surfside H.Q. and T.B.F.®.

FT3: (U-Tube unboxing video voice) Hey guys! Wassup!
Ed: Haw! You know this piece is going to get zero hits, Farq?
FT3: Tell the Four Or Five Guys© about the T.B.F.®.
Ed: Had to deforest half the island to build it!
FT3: Wasn't he Bones in Star Trek?
Ed: It's better than that dumpster you made me live in, leastways. I gots everything a guy could want up here ... seltzer ... homogenized salami ... some books ... and a lamp made out of the island's only surviving Pin-Toed Flamingo.
FT3: Great to see your concern for ecology made it out here intact, Ed! Say - what's that you're reading?
Ed: [PRODUCT PLACEMENT ADVISORY] Why, it's Helium, Farq, the swellest story what was ever wrote! At once hilarious and heartwarming, Helium is a white-knuckle thrill ride of emotions and feelings! You'll laugh at its snappy one-liners! Cry at the inherent tradgidy of man's existential alienation! Throw up -
FT3: (cutting in) What's that I hear spinning on th' treehouse Victrola, Ed?
Ed: It's the blues.

FT3: I thought you eschewed the genre on account which depressing?

Ed: D'oh! Blue Jug, and Blue Mountain Eagle. Solid sub-strata rock for the geologist in all of us.


 

 

 

 

 

 

... and we are all of us, in a very real sense, living in the crawlspace of Ed's treehouse, and leave us not forget it.

Hot Hippie Chick Candy Sunshine Chooses Album Du Jour Of The Day Dept.

Candy Rainbow, yesterday

You wouldn't know from looking at her today that Candy Sunshine (real name Raylene Baumschwinger) was the hottest teen runaway on th' Panhandle back in the Summer Of Love.

Today, grandmother-of-six Raylene laments using up all the fun in the world back in the 'sixties. "Fun is a limited resource, like any other," she said yesterday from the Aoxomoxoa Terminal Respite Home, Blotter Creek, CA. "I think if we'd realised that back then, maybe we'd have saved a little for our kids. I mean, I'm looking at my granddaughter and I'm thinking, Good Lord, child, I was sucking cock backstage at the Fillmore at your age!"

Does she still believe in peace and love, given that world has turned to shit? "Heavens to Betsy, man! A bunch of us were just freaking out naked this morning! What was good then is good today."

Raylene ("Call me Candy!) was kind enough to lend us an album which has tender personal associations for her - "Bloomsbury People - oh my! I pulled a train for these gentlemen one time. No! That was Country Joe and the Fish. Whatever. Got any acid?"

EDIT: Four Or Five Guy© Crab Devil supplies link in comments to follow-up album so obscure even band hadn't heard of it! Kudos!