Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Hooterollin’ And Rockin’ And Researchin’

New Hooterollin’! Is my body breaking down in new and exciting ways? Yes! But there’s new Hooterollin’. Are some of the emergent nightmares far too disgusting to even mention in mixed company? Yes! But there’s new Hooterollin’. Am I living through the second act of a David Cronenberg film? Yes! But there’s new Hooterollin’.

Did you know that Bobby–in addition to being a guitarist, singer, and cowboy–was a record producer? I did not, and I know a lot of stuff about Bobby. Luckily, Corry has abandoned the tenets of Without Research to, you know, look shit up and thus enlighten all with this ribald* tale of a Grateful Dead and one of the guys who wrote Mississippi Queen. Why are you still here? Go read something that makes sense.

And if you need something to listen to…

Here’s the Dead’s set from 4/9/70 at the Fillmore West.

And here’s Mr. Davis and the Lost Quintet (featuring Chick Corea on the Fender Rhodes):

 

 

*There is no ribaldry whatsoever in this tale. Everyone keeps it in his or her pants at all times.

4 Comments

  1. JES

    Very sorry to hear about your Cronenbergitis. Hoping it’s, say, more of a “Videodrome” strain, rather than a “Scanners” one. Hope it gets better soon, either way. Enough’s enough.

    Think we need to have a word with the graphic designer of that poster about typeface and kerning and such. I wondered for longer than I should have about what “Stank the Craws” meant in this context . . .

    • Luther Von Baconson

      Here’s to good friends, tonight is kinda special
      The fear we abhor
      Must be something more, somehow
      So tonight
      Let it be Cronenbergbrau

      • JES

        It’s all part of my Cron n’ Berg fantasy
        It’s all part of my Cron n’ Berg dream . . .

  2. is it about my cube

    How does Brundlethoughts eat shmedibles? Well, he found out the hard and painful way that he eats very much the way a fly eats. His teeth are now useless, because although he can chew up solid food that contains weed, he can’t digest it. Solid food hurts. So like a fly, Brundlethoughts breaks down solids with a corrosive enzyme, playfully called “vomit drop”. He regurgitates on his shmedibles, they liquifiy, and then he sucks them back up. Ready for a demonstration, kids? Here goes…

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