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05 Aug 2024, 4:47 pm
i like weird and wonderful music such as this gem from the golden age of novelty-
"Ain't We Crazy" was recorded in 1928 by Harry McClintock, aka "Haywire Mac" or "Radio Mac". A few other performers did it too, but Harry is the likely author. In his time Harry was a railroad man in the U.S. and in Africa, a seaman, a mule-train packer in the Philippines, and an aide to a news crew covering the Boxer Rebellion in China. Harry was a Wobbly, a member of the Industrial Workers of the World, and organized in the oil fields of West Texas. He is best remembered as a radio performer and the songs he sang of labor, hobos and working people: "Joe Hill", "Preacher and the Slave", "The Great American Bum", "Big Rock Candy Mountian" and others.
Lyrics Now, I know a little ditty, it's as crazy as can be The guy who wrote it said he wanted it, and handed it to me I found I couldn't use it, because it sounded blue And that's the very reason why I'm handing it to you It's a song the alligators sing, while coming through the rye As they serenade the elephants, up in the trees so high The iceman hums this ditty, as he shovels in the coal And the monkeys join the chorus, up around the northern pole Ain't we crazy, ain't we crazy This is the way we pass the time away Ain't we crazy, ain't we crazy We're going to sing this song all night today It was midnight on the ocean, not a streetcar was in sight And the sun was shining brightly, for it rained all day that night 'Twas a summer night in winter, and the rain was snowing fast And a barefoot boy with shoes on stood a-sitting in the grass It was evening, and the rising sun was setting in the west The little fishes in the trees were huddled in their nests The rain was pouring down and the moon was shining bright And everything that you could see was hidden out of sight While the organ peeled potatoes, lard was rendered by the choir The sexton rung the dishrag, someone set the church on fire "Holy smoke!" The preacher shouted, in the rain he lost his hair Now his head resembles heaven, for there is no parting there The cows were making cowslips, and the bells were ringing wet And the bumblebees were making bums, and smoking cigarettes And a man slept in a stable, and came out a little hoarse So he hopped upon his golf sticks, and drove all around the course Ain't we crazy, ain't we crazy . . . It was midnight on the ocean, not a horsecar was in sight As I stepped into the drugstore, to get myself a light The man behind the counter, was a woman old and gray Who used to peddle shoestrings, on the road to Mandalay. "Good evening, sir," the woman said, and her eyes were bright with tears As she put her head beneath her feet, and stood that way for years Her children, six, were orphans, except one tiny tot Who lived in a house across the street above a vacant lot Ain't we crazy . . .
i like weird and wonderful music such as this gem from the golden age of novelty-
"Ain't We Crazy" was recorded in 1928 by Harry McClintock, aka "Haywire Mac" or "Radio Mac". A few other performers did it too, but Harry is the likely author. In his time Harry was a railroad man in the U.S. and in Africa, a seaman, a mule-train packer in the Philippines, and an aide to a news crew covering the Boxer Rebellion in China. Harry was a Wobbly, a member of the Industrial Workers of the World, and organized in the oil fields of West Texas. He is best remembered as a radio performer and the songs he sang of labor, hobos and working people: "Joe Hill", "Preacher and the Slave", "The Great American Bum", "Big Rock Candy Mountian" and others.
Lyrics Now, I know a little ditty, it's as crazy as can be The guy who wrote it said he wanted it, and handed it to me I found I couldn't use it, because it sounded blue And that's the very reason why I'm handing it to you It's a song the alligators sing, while coming through the rye As they serenade the elephants, up in the trees so high The iceman hums this ditty, as he shovels in the coal And the monkeys join the chorus, up around the northern pole Ain't we crazy, ain't we crazy This is the way we pass the time away Ain't we crazy, ain't we crazy We're going to sing this song all night today It was midnight on the ocean, not a streetcar was in sight And the sun was shining brightly, for it rained all day that night 'Twas a summer night in winter, and the rain was snowing fast And a barefoot boy with shoes on stood a-sitting in the grass It was evening, and the rising sun was setting in the west The little fishes in the trees were huddled in their nests The rain was pouring down and the moon was shining bright And everything that you could see was hidden out of sight While the organ peeled potatoes, lard was rendered by the choir The sexton rung the dishrag, someone set the church on fire "Holy smoke!" The preacher shouted, in the rain he lost his hair Now his head resembles heaven, for there is no parting there The cows were making cowslips, and the bells were ringing wet And the bumblebees were making bums, and smoking cigarettes And a man slept in a stable, and came out a little hoarse So he hopped upon his golf sticks, and drove all around the course Ain't we crazy, ain't we crazy . . . It was midnight on the ocean, not a horsecar was in sight As I stepped into the drugstore, to get myself a light The man behind the counter, was a woman old and gray Who used to peddle shoestrings, on the road to Mandalay. "Good evening, sir," the woman said, and her eyes were bright with tears As she put her head beneath her feet, and stood that way for years Her children, six, were orphans, except one tiny tot Who lived in a house across the street above a vacant lot Ain't we crazy . . .
This is good.
You might like this as well. I love this band, though I imagine many of them have passed on by now. Reading up on them, they had an interesting history trying to sell flour with their music. They were big in Texas, but I don't think a single Texan would know who they were if you asked today.
Anyway, as for things I like, I like a nice fire. I like sleeping in. I like writing with good pens. I like Slavs.
I like the music y'all are playing. One weird thing I like is that I like to analyze commercials. My favorite are PSA's, but they call them PIFs in the UK. I like the funny ones, but my favorite are the creepier the better. I'm partial to radio PSAs but those aren't as common to see on YouTube unfortunately.
Joined: 12 Feb 2010 Gender: Male Posts: 114,555 Location: the island of defective toy santas
06 Aug 2024, 2:38 am
ColdFeetareCold wrote:
I love this band, though I imagine many of them have passed on by now. Reading up on them, they had an interesting history trying to sell flour with their music. They were big in Texas, but I don't think a single Texan would know who they were if you asked today.
Anyway, as for things I like, I like a nice fire. I like sleeping in. I like writing with good pens. I like Slavs.
sleeping in is a luxurious thing. fancy pens likewise. i know nothing about Slavs but they seem alright. we had a local radio program here back in the day, called "music with moskowitz" which played the light crust doughboys' music. before him there was a local pasadena program called "pops potpourri" that also had this music on their playlist.
Running my fingers on things as I walk. Don't see many other people doing this so I guess it is just me?
I do this at grocery stores and I always knock things off the shelves. I've been trying to do it in less destructive ways.
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06 Aug 2024, 3:20 pm
ColdFeetareCold wrote:
I like to do this with brick walls. The texture is perfect.
At a party at our squat once I've been told I lost my temper at someone. They said I launched out of a chair in the corner, sailed over several people's heads, and latched onto my target's face. I kind of woke up with several people hanging onto my arm and I was towing them back and forth as I hammered this guy's face in slow motion. I have no idea what set me off, and despite several video cameras running, none were pointed the right way. I stopped, acutely embarrassed, and noticed I had a fingernail embedded in this guy's eye, which had turned his whole eyeball scarlet. I was so sickened at myself I walked into the street and ran my fingernails along the brick wall until my fingers bled. On returning to apologise to him, he also apologised to me! I still have no idea what for, but I don't like touching brick anymore.
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06 Aug 2024, 7:09 pm
I like sleeping with the light on. I like cloudy days. I like early music and the buzzy early woodwind instruments in them (like the aulos, crumhorn, shawm, racket) I like some orchestral Muzak. Yes, I mean like elevator music. lol. Like this. I blame The Sims Hot Date.
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Joined: 26 Aug 2010 Age: 69 Gender: Male Posts: 35,189 Location: temperate zone
06 Aug 2024, 7:22 pm
Love decorating my walls with maps. Never thought it odd until folks ask "why are you so into shipwrecks?" because I have a map showing all the shipwrecks in the last four centuries in the Chesapeake bay and another of the same on North Carolina's outer banks. Hey...isnt everyone eager to know where Spanish treasure galleons, Confederate blockade runners, and Nazi U boats, are now hotels for the fishes? Guess not. Lol!
+++++++++++++++ Like Cockney is obsessed with the Kinks...I still love the early Sixties music of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. Loved it when it was current when I was a child in the early to mid sixties. Still love it. Not the weirdest thing to be into in the world, but not exactly current top 40.
AND I coulda seen Herb Alpert live a few weeks ago at the Strathmore down the road from where I live!! !! But I pussyfooted around until I learned he was sold out! The dude is probably older than Trump, Sanders, and Biden put together but he still performs with his legendary horn. But he cant go on forever. Just SHOOOT me!