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Strange Space Sounds, Surf Strums & Muuu-zak from other Galaxies

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 13, 2017 07:36pm | Post a Comment

By Kai Wada Roath
Ambassador of Confusion Hill and host of the Super Shangri-La Show


There is an old rumor that Don Knotts actually drank seven real Blast-Offs (a Boilermaker with a launch Esquivelcountdown) in the filming of the bar scene in The Reluctant Astronaut, and after the beyond-intoxicating take seven, he staggered off set, mumbling incoherently about the physical natural wonders of the Swedish actress Uschi Digard, until he reached his trailer, put on a Ferrante & Teicher space album (it is still debated by movie historians which LP it was: Soundproof: The Sound of Tomorrow Today or Blast Off, which would have made more sense), and proceeded to get naked, keeping on only his space helmet and knee high black socks. He then performed an interpretive moon man dance with the trailer's window shades open so passing actors and actresses could admire his off stage talents.

Now, some folks love Space Age Pop and they day dream while listening to their Esquivel and Dick Hyman records that they owned a Jetsons space car so they could zip from the moon burger stand to the space shopping mall while a French maid robot cleaned their condo. Personally, I like to practice my pendulum dowsing with a few slices of Mimolette and chilled port while I listen to "Fear" off the Ventures in Space album on repeat.

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The Art Of The LP Cover- Call Me Pt. II

Posted by Mr. Chadwick, February 25, 2012 02:30pm | Post a Comment

A fine batch of rotary phones, phone booths, switchboards & sexy "modern" models from the 80's.  On a related note, you can hear my silky voice on Magic Monster X internet radio tonight @ 11pm, when I do a little call in chit chat for their 24 fundraiser drive. Unfortunately I will not be on any of the deluxe vintage model phones depicted here...

(In which... POOF!)

Posted by Job O Brother, August 17, 2009 12:41pm | Post a Comment

I realize that I, all too often, leave you feeling jealous and unfulfilled after reading my blogs. You learn about my glamorous, jet-set, Hollywood lifestyle and come away asking yourself:

“Why can’t my life be more like Job’s?”

“How come the Gyllenhaals always attend his Scrabble night, but never mine?”

“What’s that claw-like black thing headed towards my face?”


IT’S A MONKEY’S PAW AND IT’S CURSED SO
DUCK!!!


Phew! Well, now that I’ve saved your life from an eternal damnation of sorts, maybe now you’ll be a little forgiving that I once again have a story of rad proportions to share with you.

One of my fellow Amoebites* – we’ll call him Erik Estrada from the TV show Chips in order to protect his identity – is currently a pupil at the world-famous Magic Castle, located in the heart of Hollywood.

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Ta-dah!

For those of you who’ve never heard of the Magic Castle, here’s a brief history lesson. (If you already know this material, feel free to skip ahead to the part where Courtney Love threatens to slit my throat open with a ventriloquist dummy.)