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Just where did you get that video of me drinking my……er….having lunch?

Its use in this context is definitely not authorized!

I’ll have to watch it when I get home…my students are watching a video (well, DVD) and although I’m sure a Stoaty video would be highly educational, it’d probably be just a little too educational.

🙂

Oh, I see it doesn’t really need sound, now, does it?! Heh heh heh

I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me.

Now that you’ve poked a toe, take a step back, kick off the other shoe, and jump in with both feet!

Nice work, and great music, fair Stoaty!

🙂

Needs a scene from W.C. Fields’ “The Fatal Glass of Beer” – the repeated scene where he opens the door, says “and it’s not a fit night out for man nor beast”. Whereupon a stage hand hits him in the face with a fist-full of fake snow.

And at least we’re not still looking at that royal decapitated head anymore, so even if the vid was otherwise useless it’d be good for that.

I totally need to get Uncle B to narrate some stuff for me. He’s got that BBC voice…

Anyone have Gerry Rafferty in the Dead Pool? City to City was the first LP I ever bought.

I’d like to see a tribute to the vulture that was arrested the other day by the Saudis and charged with spying for the Mossad…… :p

http://www.haaretz.com/news/international/saudi-arabia-nabbed-israeli-tagged-vulture-for-being-mossad-spy-1.335171

“BBC voice”…

Can he say “The Leith police dismisseth us?” How quickly?

Regards,
Ric

Splendid! And the music was a delight.

He can’t say anything tonight, poor bastard. He’s been bombarded with work today, now that everyone’s back.

The music is the introduction to Whose Izzy Is He? One of the first, and still one of my favorites, from my 78 record collection. Very weird. Sung by a man (the ubiquitous Billy Murray).

Whose Izzy is he, is he yours or is he mine?
I’m getting dizzy, watching Izzy all the time.
He said that he’d be true to me.
I should’ve got a guarantee!
Whose Izzy is he, is he yours or is he mine?

If you get him, then you’ll give me the “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”
If I get him then I’ll give you the “Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!”
He who laughs last laughs the best.
You laugh half, I’ll laugh the rest.
You may laugh up your sleeve,
But I’ll laugh up my vest.

Whose Izzy is he, is he yours or is he mine?
I’m getting dizzy watching Izzy all the time.
He likes lemon with his tea,
I guess the lemon must be me.
Whose Izzy is he, is he yours or is he mine?

I’ve always thought my autobiography should be called “I Guess the Lemon Must Be Me” — for no particular reason except I like the sound of it.

Weird indeed–I know you already can play it for yourself (and could record it for the minions if you chose), but I can’t resist sharing this link because the record player is just so. . .hypnotic. And, my, there was a different proportion of instrumental to vocal back then. Unless, of course, this one was atypical:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87XUxGrUD14

Full recording to be had here.

Heh. Snap.

What I get for trying to show off. Pride goeth before a fall and a haughty spirit before destruction. Or something like that.

Early novelty records were once a passion. That one was typical — lots of orchestra, a bit of singing.

Huh. My recording is truncated. Don’t know why.

You want to hear a sad story? One of the oldest 78s I ever bought was “I love me, I’m wild about myself.” It was double the thickness of most of my records and had music only on one side. Late 19th C for sure.

I brought it home from a junk shop on a cold Winter’s day, put it on the Victrola, played it once (it was hilarious) and it promptly exploded in my hands.

Early recordings were delicate like that; they were shellacked rubber. In this case, coming into the warm house was enough to shatter it.

Here’s Mel Blanc‘s version. Obviously much later. And — forgive me, Mel — not nearly as good.

lots of orchestra, a bit of singing

Wonder why? Could it have been typical of vaudeville? Or singers got paid more (THAT seems unlikely). Or it was harder to record singing? I suppose it doesn’t really need to be explained–some things just are–but all the same one wonders.

OUCH on “I love me, I’m wild about myself.” (geez, what a title!)

Oh! Oh, wow!

Um, er, um, uh. . .

I don’t suppose your collection includes a recording of a song whose refrain starts “I was floating down that old green river/On the good ship Rock & Rye” by any chance? I heard Michael Cooney perform it a thousand years ago, and have been singing it ever since. . .but when I go look it up on the Internet the lyrics provided aren’t quite what I remembered (no surprise there), but are also slightly difficult to believe in (why would they miss an obvious chance to rhyme?)

But, um, y’know, pay no attention if it would be any trouble or anything.

(eyeroll!)

Physical limitation of the medium probably had something to do with it. They had, like, three minutes max on a regular sized 78.

Somewhere, I have a whole collection of Gershwin playing Gershwin. They’re awful. He had to rush the hell out of everything to fit stuff on a record.

Most Excellent, Stoaty. Do the usual “steal my art” rules apply?

Stoatie. Why didn’t you tell us you had relatives in Hollyweird?

http://chzgifs.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/factferretswithchainsawsarewawesomep1.gif

lol, Awesome….. just as good as your arts!

I’m pretty sure “I Love Me (I’m Wild About Myself)” is from “The Passing Show” of 1922. It was recorded by many singers, including Eddie Cantor. From the description of your (explodo-)disk, it sounds like it was an Edison Diamond Disk. *If* it was, it was most likely number 51222, performed by the Broadway Dance Orchestra, backed with “‘Tain’t Nobody’s Biz-Ness If I Do” by Matson’s Creole Serenaders, one of the very few black bands that recorded for Edison.

<blinks at Buff>

Mine was thick and one-sided (nothing on the back), which made me think it was a very early one. Also, the label design was primitive. But if the song was from a 1922 show, then it may have been something like a proof disk.

Heh. The vid’s on YouTube, Michael. That’s like hanging a huge “pleasepleaseplease take me home” sign around its neck and abandoning it in Penn Station.

I can waste hours and hours browsing Senor Gif, Scoob. That there’s a gem.

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