Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Navin Johnson's Blues Roundup! Dept. - Chris Rainbow

There's been
some grumpy muttering from the more slatey-faced of th' Four Or Five Guys© that we don't feature enough blues-type music here on th' Isle O' Foam©!

Delta Del made a spirited but ultimately futile defence of the genre a while back, and I got mugged in the comments for saying I preferred The Monkees version of Giant Step over Taj Mahal's (or should I say Henry Saint Claire Fredericks'? Hmmm?). So in the spirit of reconciliation, I axed noted bluesician Navin Johnson [shown relaxing in Farq's beachside H.Q., above - Ed.] to host what is to be a regular feature designed to redress the balance!

FT3: Without more ado - what cotton-pickin' L.P.'s have you tied to the whippin' post for us today, Navin?

NJ: [laughs] Well, Farq, which I brung three records by Chris Rainbow, whose smooth vocal stylings and light n' easy way with a melody hauntingly evoke life in a one-room country shack a thousand miles from nowhere!

FT3: May I get you a replacement paper umbrella for your cocktail?

NJ: [croons] Gonna get me a new umbrella, fo' my cocktail drink ... Gonna get me a new umbrella, fo' my cocktail drink ... this one's all damp n' soggy ... gonna throw it in the sink ... [laughs]

FT3: [laughs]

Say, fellows - why not relax and enjoy these historic Alan Lomax field recordings?


 



Monday, May 3, 2021

Shug Pops His Isle O'Foam© Cherry! Dept. - Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman's Bedside Books

Shug Hanlan files screed from his local flat-roof pub deep in Manchestershire's leafy Moss Side, and in so doing earns this Swell Trading Card! [left - Ed.]

In my rough-hewn but comfortable log cabin [smirks insufferable Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman - Ed.] I normally have four or five© bedside books going at any one time.

I read hardly any 20th Century nautical poetry but The Love Boat Book Of Verse, set amidst the cruise ships of the mid-1970s was, I found, strewn with a giddy, quasi-erotic tension. The ship boutique manager's seductive and satisfying sonnets which find him self-consciously wrestling with the ferociously complex predicament of finding that his ex-fiancés (all three of them!) have stowed onboard during a trip to the Caribbean, were profoundly appealing.
 The Yeoman Purser's deliberately artless haiku:

 Andy Warhol's 
Due On Board In 15 Minutes 

is a modern classic.

 


Short Walks And Fragments by Jake and The Fatman was fabulously readable. The intimate photographs of William Conrad in a doughnut shop researching for his role as "Fatman" McCabe alone are worth the price. An extraordinary glimpse of Conrad's trailer reveals with trenchant realism an inner world one would not normally associate with the mismatched crime-fighting duo; briar pipes, a box of Smokies, several glass knicknacks and a well-thumbed copy of Gravity's Rainbow. However, the lack of a good editor is keenly felt [yeah - tell me about it, Shug! - Ed.].

A lesser team of oddball soldiers of fortune may have simply decided to dwell on their Vietnam War experiences and later TV adventures, but in the haunting and accomplished anthology The Parents That Made Us, The A Team (Smith, Baracus, Peck and Murdock) have fashioned something much more profound.
 Col. John "Hannibal" Smith's initially wistful evocation of his early love of theatricality and extended family outings, when each child was initiated into the mysteries of disguise, becomes a truly gripping read when, much later, he successfully impersonates Le Duc Tho during a particularly tense moment of the Paris peace talks. Born into an extremely wealthy, but borderline insane, family, Capt. H.M. "Howling Mad" Murdock sits at his mother’s knee and is instructed in the occult, painting upon glass, saturation bombing missions and method acting.
 Lt. Templeton "Faceman" Peck's father is revealed as a strongman with unorthodox opinions on soldiering, codes of conduct and chivalry, insisting that his son become "the Green Beret's most handsome nonentity". Long before he became a Mohican-haired mechanic or appeared in any Rocky movies, Sgt. Bosco "BA" Baracus travelled with his itinerant family through rural areas of Greater Virginia spreading a brand of militant black Methodism. Baracus seems fully aware that his quick temper and "Bad Attitude" stems from his favouring action and fiery preaching over rational argument.
   

Like other famous medical men such as Chekhov, William Carlos Williams, and of course Quincy M.E., Dick Van Dyke's brilliant collection of stories, inspired by the scripts of Diagnosis Murder, offer cold, magisterial judgements on the human condition while maintaining close attention to the details of ordinary life. There are so many minor characters one so wishes to read more about, such as the trio of high-class pickpockets who contract a deadly disease from dipping the pocket of an ailing mafia chief and later return as astral projections to guide the cops to a store of drug money concealed in a collection of Quaker furniture. Or the junior members of the Van Dyke clan, all gifted actors and medical students, who perform a Medicare version of The Blair Witch Project in which they highlight the importance of socialized health care for teens.
    

Little Hair Salon In The Prairie is a wry and deftly layered vision of a couple struggling to cope with the random ride-by scalping of their only child. Even though their marriage and private lives are spiraling out of control they continue to work at improving their business. Little Hair Salon In The Prairie may be primarily concerned with loss and grief but it is also by far the best book written about the problems of dealing with split ends during the Texas Cattle War of 1883.
    

Finally, when folks ask me that age-old question, bookmark or page-fold? I just do a little-old smile and say I much prefer to use a lock of my long, luxuriant hair. 



[Shug Hanlan is Senior Aisle Hygenist at a major Big Box store. In his spare time he tortures Hummel© figurines in a tiny custom-built briefcase dungeon - Ed.]

Sunday, May 2, 2021

Cover Versions Dept. - Smiley Smile

Think you've seen this somewhere before? Well, ya ain't, wiseass, because Chyron Amuse-Gueule, our talented and popular Chief Executive Curator & Restorer here at th' IoF© Art Gallery O' Paintings, just finished restorin' it to its original Todd-AO Color® splendor!

The original work is a pastiche [type of nut - Ed.] or hommage [Fr.  cheese - Ed.] of the jungle paintings of Henri Rousseau, but the mystery is why the colors are so muddy and gray, completely unlike Rousseau's vibrant, primitivist palette [blow it out yer ass - Ed.]. It looks like a nightmare Hansel & Gretel trip to a nasty house in the forest. Sky is gray, foreboding. Foliage is colorless. *shudder* It's one creepy pitcher, is what it is. Why? Goddammit, why?

So I tasked Chyron with cleaning the original [left - Ed.] to reveal the intent of our anonymous artist, and the result is, well, astounding. You don't care. It is fondly to be hoped that this here Foam-O-Graph® [below- Ed.] of Ms. Chyron and her youthful assistant Kreemé [19 my ass - Ed.] will inculcate a latent passion for Fine Art restoration in your culturally crippled soul. Note original, depressing artwork on easel in background. Note hushed, professional atmosphere, latest hi-tech art equipment. Note only opportunity on internet to view Courbet's banned French-type painting The Origin Of The World, to which Chyron will be devoting her delicate attentions nextly! "I'm thinking depilation?" she breathed yesterday. "I'm always thinking depilation."

©Foam-O-Graph Corp. "Doctor! My eyes!™"

 

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Saturday, May 1, 2021

Bob Dylan's Desert Island Dumpster! Dept.

Image © Foam-O-Graph Corp. "It's why God gave you eyes!"

Guess who dropped anchor at th' Isle O'Foam© yestiddy! There's a clew in the title to this amusing screed - have you read it yet? That's right, subscribers! It's protest n' folk singer Bob Dylan, whose forthright criticism of the Great Society has earned him notoriety as well as radio play! 

And the Bard o' Beat™ has brung with him a long-playing L.P. to share with th' Four Or Five Guys©! It's a "fan only" release called The Lost Mono Mixes [cover shewn at left - Ed.], and it's chock full of the toe-tappin' tunes what have made him a household word in Hibbing, Minnesota!

To celebrate his arrival, we're calling this week Bob Dylan Week, and it'll run all day, so join in the fun in the comments! 

EDIT: So that's Bob Dylan Week™ over at th' IoF©! Don't miss the vigorous debate in the comments, where Clarence Pune avers "The Monkees piss all over Dylan! Did he have a Dylanmobile?? I rest my case!"

To celebrate what was something of a whirlwind week yesterday, here's a couple of swell alternate Bob sleeves you may like more than the unswell originals! More art tomorrow/today my time!




 

 

Thursday, April 29, 2021

Fanks For Th' Memory Dept. - Surfin' To Th' Lost Continent Of Mu!

Hanging ten today is Merrell Fankhauser - crazy name, crazy guy! Why Fankhauser? We asked Merrell as he waxed his board down at th' Psychedelic Psurf Pshack™ here at fabled and fabulous False Memory Foam Island©!

"It was for a bet!" he laughed yesterday. "My real name is Jet Thrust, of the wealthy Long Island Thrusts. My father, Rock Thrust, founded Thrust Industries, which bought out Lockheed just before WWII. Growing up in the 'fifties, with my looks and a name like Jet Thrust, a career in rock n' roll was a no-brainer. My father was set against it, of course, so he bet me I couldn't make it if I changed my name to his choice - Merrell Fankhauser! I showed him the Thrust name meant nothing to the new generation."

The rest is history. A lesson to today's wretched, whining, blaming, do-nothing "woke generation" that it only takes unlimited wealth, talent, and weapons-grade handsomeness to achieve your rock n' roll dream! 

Today's Smörgåsbörd ö' Surf™features an overview of Jet's career up the mid-seventies, when he did absolutely the right thing and relocated to the mythical continent of Mu, today known as ... th' Isle O' Foam©!