What in the world you thinking of laughing in the face of Love?
What on earth you tryin’ to do?
It’s up to you. Yeah, you…
Ad Astra per Ardua
It’s up to us. Yeah, us.
We have to save the world, each other.
Witch, kamiste, Deviantart
Hey, Best Witches, ghouls and ‘goyles! Hope your weekend was as spooktacular as mine!
It must be the Season of the Witch. Must be.
The Eagles. Uh, yeah… Eagles… man… also accompanied by a rather nice bit of witchy goth. Who knew?
Raven hair. Ruby lips. Sparks fly from her fingertips… Ooh. Witchy. Way.
The incomparable Sarah Vaughan with That Old Black Magic that she weaves so well…
❤❤❤❤❤ the Wolfman Jack. That’s the fact. ❤ the Jack. They don’t make ’em like that anymore, ghouls and ‘goyles. Allan Freed, Dick Clark, neither. Nor fictional jocks Doctor Johnny Fever and Venus, baby, Flytrap. I ❤ these cats and old school radio like nobody’s business. They have been a HUGE and obvious influence on my life and this blog.
Spent the bulk of my youth watching The Wolfman host The Midnight Special. All THE best acts performed. For nine years beginning in 1972 everyone who was anyone from Carol Burnett to T-Rex was there. No kidding. Just plain everyone. AC/DC. Aerosmith. Earl Scruggs. George Carlin. The Cars! Uh, yeah. Blondie. Steve Martin. Cheap Trick. Heart! Uh, crazy, baby! Just crazy. Jimmie Walker. Ike and Tina. Everyone. Just everyone.
When The Wolfman played your record or had you appear on The ‘Special you had made it. If you hadn’t already arrived, you were presently. He had that much sway. Uh, yeah. He was almost singlehandedly responsible for the soundtracks of our youth. Radio and record industries were entirely different creatures than they are today. Almost everyone on the continent was listening to the same tunes, part of a musical collective consciousness and from coast to coast groovy cats like the Jack, Freed and Dick were in drivers seat.
The world wouldn’t be what it is today without the likes our beloved Wolfman. It just wouldn’t.
Hats off, dude. Hats off… and thanks a bunch.
Hey? Knock, knock.
Natch, baby. Natch. Ha-ha ha. Clap for The Wolfman.
Whoa! Local weather forecast is for a high 5°C/41°F tomorrow! Time to get the poor-boy caps and the boots on! Yay! Maybe even a wee bit of fleeting snow on Wednesday?!
Here’s an all-time of all Time and Space. This tune has always been a favourite. Can’t remember it ever not.
The first really crisp weather of the season always puts me In the Mood for Glenn Miller and his orchestra, cats and kittens. Always. Autumn is such a groovy, jazzy Time of year, hey? Won’t be long now, boy, until the snow flies and sticks around for awhile.
One of THE best tunes EVER written. Just ever! As fab-u-lous today as the day it was released on 78 in ’39, baby. Here’s the marvellously mysterious Mr. Miller with In the Mood. Bah bah…