Posts Tagged ‘wonderful vulgarity’

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Textual healing — Art of the cover with guest tour through E’s “process.”

November 23, 2010

via lemonlove on the tumblr.

Great. Now what am I supposed to name my first album?

  • alternate joke based on a joke I made in 2004: This reminds me of that time when Frank Zappa took all the good names like Moon Unit and Dweezil for his kids and I was stuck with the Bible.
  • alternate joke with more brevity but no personal touch: Backing vocals by Heywood Jablome.
  • I didn’t want to retread the first joke because I feel weird stealing from myself, plus I had to manhandle it too much to make it work for this post (the original joke referred to my daughter, who was in utero, and had been shorter and far more topical). As for the latter, it not only did not include a small, personal way of tying us all together as poster and readers, but it more importantly repeated the word “blow” too much for my taste, since it just appeared in the picture already. Ergo, “what am I to call my album,” which had instinctively been my joke when I saved the thing to begin with, won.

    Aren’t you pleased as punch by this glimpse in to my ultra-sophisticated process?

    Flashback Friday — Music Moment: Gilda Radner, “Let’s Talk Dirty to the Animals”

    June 11, 2010

    This entry was originally posted on November 3, 2009 at 3:57 pm. It’s been slightly altered, but not much.

    Gilda Radner. Love. Patron saint. Heroine. Gar. I can’t talk about it.

    Gilda as Roseanne Rosannadanna, the colorful news anchor with aggressive speech patterns.

    If the name only faintly rings a bell for you, Gilda is the late great funny lady who was the queen of comedy in the early years of SNL. She was the first Not Quite Ready For Primetime player officially cast on the show. Noteworthy character creations that have had lasting cultural impact were Roseanne Rosannadanna and Emily Litella.

    With Chevy Chase in her Emily “Nevermind” Litella character, who had comic malapropisms and bad hearing.

    This Music Moment comes from her 1979 special “Gilda Live!,” a one-woman Broadway musical and comedy revue. Song starts around :35, because it was the opening number and she gets such a huge standing o that she can’t even calm people down enough to be heard until then.

    A rooster says, “Good morning”
    With a, “Cock-a-doodle-doo” – “Good morning!”
    A horse’s neigh is just his way
    Of saying, “How are you?”
    A lion growls, “Hello!”
    And owls ask “Why?” and “Where?” and “Who?”

    May I suggest you get undressed
    And show them your wazoo? – Ohhhh,

    The animals, the animals,
    Let’s talk dirty to the animals.
    Fuck you, Mister Bunny.
    Eat shit, Mister Bear.
    If they don’t love it, they can shove it.
    Frankly, I don’t care! – Ohhhhh,

    The animals, the animals,
    Let’s talk dirty to the animals.
    Up yours, Mister Hippo!
    Piss off, Mister Fox.
    Go tell a chicken, “Suck my dick,” and
    Give him chicken pox. – Ohhhhhh,

    The animals, the animals,
    Let’s talk dirty to the animals
    From birds in the treetops
    To snakes in the grass – But,
    Never tell an alligator, “Bite my…” (No!)
    Never tell an alligator, “Bite my…” (Yes!)

    Never tell an alligator, “Bite my snatch!”

    “I’m not so funny. Gilda was funny. I’m funny on camera sometimes. In life, once in a while. Once in a while. But she was funny.” — Gene Wilder

    Official site of Gilda’s Club, a “community meeting place for people living with cancer, their families and friends. There are 22 open clubhouses and nine in development in North America. Gilda’s Club was founded by Joanna Bull, Gilda Radner’s cancer psychotherapist during the time she had cancer; Radner’s husband, Gene Wilder; and broadcaster Joel Siegel. … The organization takes its name from Radner’s comment that cancer gave her ‘membership to an elite club I’d rather not belong to’ ” (the wiki).

    You can make financial donations into an earmarked fund so people have a place to stay while their loved ones are getting treated, or you could send blankets and books and toys for kids to play with in the waiting room. Maybe old ipods and stuff, even, actually. Or think about donating time and creativity. Draw a comic book, cross-stitch “I’m sorry your wife is going to be bald for a while” on a tea towel with a sad face; you know, do something Gilda would approve of. Think outside the box!

    “It is so hard for us little human beings to accept this deal that we get. It’s really crazy, isn’t it? We get to live, then we have to die. What we put into every moment is all we have.” — Gilda.

    There is hella dust in here right now.