Way back here, I recommended you inhale deeply of BMG’s version of Baba O’Riley. Operate levels, pulleys, and knobs above to see for yourself.
Do the same with the video clip below, and you can take a trip back in time to see Roger Daltrey, Pete Townshend, et al perform in their native habitat. Watching The Who reminds me of a phrase I learned while watching the movie, Office Space. That phrase would be “ass clown.” Is it just me, or is Roger Daltrey’s uh top a little disturbing?
Your servant, wonderfully seasoned by the blogging process.
I find that the stuff on fire that was inside o’ me and needed to get out has all gotten out. I can’t promise that operations are suspended forever, but we can always hope.
Many thanks to all of you readers who have made this such a fun ride.
1) It’s made by Confederate Motors out of Birmingham, Alabama. I am so glad I saved my Confederate dollars. The South will rise again.
b) That’s the oil tank, not the gas tank, in the graceful arc above the engina. Evarbuddy knows that a man’s tool needs oil or it’ll turn on him like a wild varmit.
3) The operator’s knobs and switches are all un-labeled. If you are reading while riding a crotch rocket, you have already messed up really, really badly. That is, unless you’re reading Lady Chatterly’s Lover.
4) The transfer of power from engina to drive train is by means of an unguarded belt. Finally! Somebody gets it! I have chosen to ride a vehicle capable of turning me into pâté in the blink of an eye and you want me to protect myself with a drive guard? Puhleaze!
5) Chick’s dig it. See below.
You can see a movie of it by operating the usual levers and knobs. I cheerfully stole this movie from the Los Angeles Times’s "Throttle Jockey", Susan Carpenter. You can read her article here.
Found this while prowling around all panther quick and leather tough over at Llámame Lola. The book our hero protagonist glimpses through the window is L’Etranger by Albert Camus. It has one of the best opening lines of all of literature:
I grew up on Swingle Singers and gunfire. I remember with particular joy the first time I heard the musketry in Wellington’s Victory, Beethoven’s only work which can accurately be described as execrable.
For haunting ethereality, it is very difficult indeed to do better than the recording below of Christiane Legrand (from the original Swingle Singers) singing the Largo movement from J.S. Bach’s Harpsichord Concerto No. 5 in F minor. Operate the usual levers, pulleys, and knobs.
Whenever I see this picture of the original 1960’s era Swingle Singers, I think “cigarettes make everything better.” Christiane Legrand is third from the right.
