Showing posts with label beat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beat. Show all posts

Friday, May 30, 2008

Tea Kettle About to Explode

Video Find of the Day

Complete with Mike Wallace pitching for Sealy Posturepedic Matresses, we get an interview with Thurgood Marshall sometime around '57 to '59, the period when Wallace's Night Beat aired only on WABD New York. Marshall is great. After his interview is over at about five minutes, we get 3 and a half minutes of typical Fifties TV ads. Watching them 50 years later feels like an antropologist's field trip.

A version with some of the ads at the end cut out is available on Google Video here.

LOST THURGOOD MARSHALL INTERVIEW WITH MIKE WALLACE

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

B-Poem

Video Find of the Day

OK. I admit, yesterday's poetic video find was a tad maudlin. Here, I'll make it up to you. Continuing our tribute to Poetry Month (and I don't think we can keep this up until Mayday) we have here a B-movie Beat poem, or more precisely, facsimile of a Beat poem. Check out the cast. Jackie Coogan, AKA The Kid, AKA Uncle Fester, on piano, or pretending to be. Russ Tamblyn, AKA Riff of West Side Story, AKA dog walker God to Joan of Arcadia. Woof.

I Feel Like Saying A Beatnik Poem 1950's B Movie Style

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Hippy Dancing

While I was at the Real Change Organizing Project retreat, someone (the director) put some music on that sounded sort of, remotely, hippyish. So I began dancing in the hippy-appropriate fashion. I was astonished to find that almost none of the other participants knew what I was doing. They had never seen hippy dancing before. It occurred to me and Anitra that countless others around the world within the reach of the Blogger blogcast may also not know what hippy dancing is. So we decided that at this year's Union Valentine's Day Party we would do us some educating.

Before you view these I'll tell you the main rule about hippy dancing. The rule is, whether you're stoned or not, you dance like you are. Therefore, you dance to the cosmic beat, not the beat of the music. When the music is over, you keep dancing for at least five minutes or until the drugs wear off, whichever takes longer.

Anitra Demonstrates



My turn.



Anitra again, this time, with a prop.