The first time I heard this I was halfway through a red-eye transatlantic flight, and I think I woke every single passenger up with my screaming. I honestly think it’s the funniest thing that has ever been recorded, by anybody, ever. (Yes, I have heard all the recorded things.)
From Comedy Death Ray: Bob Ducca’s list of ailments, as written & performed by Seth Morris.
“I’m hyper-tolerant to lactose.”
“Puff knuckle.”
“Dirt belly.”
“Pere Ubu.”
“I suffer from Scrotal Migraines.”
Source for the previous. There’s a lot of great weird stuff going on here — Neil Young’s menacing proto-hippy/Planet of the Apes look, their manager sitting with his back to the camera while pretending to pretend to play bass, the bait-and-switch into Mr. Soul — but it’s Stills’s little cowboy duckwalk that really stands out. It’s such a pure moment of rock and roll peacocking.
A keeper from my Kinko’s days. It’s easily my favorite poem ever, and when my time comes I want my ashes to be molded into a frame to replace the frame in this picture. The poem was taken from a large batch of vastly inferior silly kid poems brought in by a teacher. I imagine that Misty Romero, who was in 4th grade in 1996, is probably a SuicideGirl now.
