I am so stoked you have a tumblr! My boyfriend and I have been getting stoned and watching Reno 911 on netflix for a month now and we unanimously decided (the cats weren't allowed to vote) that you are the best part of the show. No sarcasm, your portrayal of Cherisha Kimball is not only hysterical, but it comes from a real, heartfelt place. We've all known that closeted, heavily religious can-do attitude lesbian and you brought a lot of reality to it. Anyway, thanks for the laughs. -Alex
well, you just made my week! thanks for the kind words. i am a lucky so & so to have been a part of such a brilliant show.
[Another old rehearsal cassette tape recording from Mary Birdsong & the OK Canaries. I think it was originally recorded by a singer named Ruby Blevins (aka Patsy Montana). Sorry this is very distorted. I will upload it again later and tweak it so it’s not so grungy.]
I wanna drink my java from an old tin can when the moon goes to shin in’ high. I wanna hear the call of the whippoorwill I wanna hear that coyote whine. I wanna have my saddle horse by my side, a-ridin’ him out on the range. Just to kick him in the side, just to show his stepping’ pride. Out on Montana plains!
Each night in my dreams somehow it seems I’m back where I belong- just a country hick from way back in the sticks- back where I belong. These city lights and all these crazy city ways, they’re driving me insane. Oh I wanna go back. Oh, yes, please take me back- back to Montana plains.
Sometime soon I’ll be going back- back where the skies are blue. In a little hut that’s just built for two— back where our dreams come true. Oh, I’m tired of subways and forty-story shacks. I’m a-craving the wide-open range. Oh I wanna go back. Oh, yes, please take me back- back to Montana plains.
I like to think of this tune as the song Wimpy (of Popeye fame) would’ve sung had he ever gotten animatedly drunk, as he swaggered past the hamburger shop.
Just another old chestnut from Mary Birdsong & the O.K. Canaries. That’s Greg Talenfeld on the banjolin (that’s right— I said BANJO-LIN. Not MANDO-LIN). Paul Gold on upright bass. Sorry it’s so distorted in places. Hopefully Greg or I can sweeten it up for your computer-age listening pleasure. But for now, I just wanted to archive it.
Oh, whiskey leave me alone. Oh, whiskey leave me alone. Remember I must get home. Oh, whiskey leave me alone.
Oh, whiskey, don’t drag me down. Oh, whiskey don’t drag me down. Don’t you keep me in this town. Oh, whiskey don’t drag me down.
This bottle will be empty soon. This bottle will be empty soon. And my heart feels empty too. This bottle will be empty soon.
Would a bottle that is new? Would a bottle that is new? Make me think that you are true? Would a bottle that is new?
Oh whiskey leave me alone. Oh, whiskey leave me alone. Remember I must get home. Oh, whiskey leave me alone.
P.S. holy cow! i had no idea until just now, but apparently the song above that my band used to play is inspired by an even older song from a 1952 kirk douglas movie called The Big Sky, called, “Oh, Whiskey Leave Me Alone.” http://youtu.be/ZmrOi3n98nM
“We’re all just molecules, Cutie.” – Sarah Silverman
On Friday night I had a show at the Comedy Store. I parked my car in a primo spot I found just east of the Grand Canyon and made my trek toward the Sunset Strip. I walked by several of Citysearch’s “Top 10 Roofiest Bars…
SHOOK ON ME- as recorded by mystery 2-dude country duo from the 1960s/70s
If you have any idea who this is that’s singing on the recording, please let me know! My band the OK Canaries used to cover it all the time. But the vinyl LP we had of it has long since vanished. These guys were FUNNY! And great singers in their own right— very Everly Brothers.
THEY CALL HIM COUNTRY- as recorded by awesome, unidentified mystery band. A comedic country two-dude country duo circa 1960s/70s. I can’t 4 the life of me remember the name of this recording act. I’ve tried Google, Shazam, private detectives— help!
My band the OK Canaries used to cover their tunes all the time. Wait til you hear my FAVORITE one— it’s called I LIKE TO EAT. Nuff said.
Ah ah, ah ah…. la da da da da la da da da da la da da la da da la da da da la ah dahhhh
And the cigarettes R a sign of confidence And the alcohol? It is a sign of strength. At least the cigarettes show a sign of optimism. Ya got 2 hold @least 1 thing dear. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Come on & hold @least 1 thing, dear.
Jackie Gleason always admits that Audrey Meadows ‘s right. Jellyfish can sting but Homer’s on the couch 2night. Coke® adds life but Life® w/milk & sugar sure is grand— straight out of the box. Straight out of the box right into your hand.
And the cigarettes R a sign of confidence And the alcohol? It goes w/the beer. At least the cigarettes show a sign of optimism. Ya go to hold @least 1 thing dear. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Come on & hold @least 1 thing, dear.
Come here, Sugar Bear. Ooh ooh ooh… Come here, Sugar Bear! My, my Sugar Bear.
Tout de suite….
Come here, come here, Sugar Bear! Oh, my my Sugar Bear! Come here, come here, Sugar Bear! Oh my my Sugar Bear! Come here, tout tout de suite! Tout tout de suite! Oh, my my Sugar Bear.
If you like “Dust In The Wind” (by Kansas) then you will love Turkey Burger— a quiet anthem to single girls everywhere who are home alone on a Saturday night with nothing but a microwave, a TV, and their turkey burgers. And what does Hitler have to do with all of this? Listen and find out.
(THE LYRICS, FOR SINGALONG FUN!) Ooh, there is nothing sadder than a single gal cooking a turkey burger for one. Except maybe microwaving a Leeeeeeean Cuisine®. Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh… And there is nothing more pathetic than a single gal cutting the film cover, letting the Lean Cuisine® vent it’s steam. Peeling back the plastic to reveal a heart that’s half-frozen and half-hopeful The History channel will have something good on at 10. Oh… Hitler again. (spoken) Shit, I already saw this Hitler last week.