Quote Of the Week

 

"Never trust a man who drinks Gin."

Quote Of the Week

From the comments over at Say Uncle.

"When they come for my bacon, it's go time."

Sweet Jane

 

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I hate the French, or at least I like to think that I do. And Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin are a prototype of the type of celebrity I usually detest, but I can’t help myself, I’m fascinated.  

Poor old Serge was a wreck when he first met Jane Birkin on the set of the film Slogan. Recently dumped by Brigitte Bardot, he was as Waylon Jennings would say, lonesome ornery and mean and reportedly gave his young costar a pretty hard time. Drove her to tears even.  

Looking at pictures and video clips from that time it’s hard to believe Jane was a soon-to-be divorced mother.  No, I’d rather believe Jane was a wide eyed, beautiful British innocent who showed a bit of kindness to kinky old Serge, who then corrupted and exploited her.  I’d like to think that but I don’t. Whatever happened, the pair went on to scandalize Europe and kept censors on both sides of the channel hopping for the next ten years.  

Their legacy in music, film and pop culture is undeniable.  Not long after after Serge’s death in 1991, there was a brief eclectic Lounge/Ambient/Eelectronica movement that mined their music deeply. You can still hear Serge’s influence today in groups like Dengue Fever.  Watch Polanski’s Bitter Moon or Lost In Translation, they’re in there.

Madonna, Britney?  Please.  Serge and Jane were there and did that 40 years ago. 

A Moment of Silence: Willie DeVille

…………………………………………………….Mr. DeVille!

Quote of the Week

“Abe Lincoln may have freed all men, but Sam Colt made them equal.”

Anonymous

 

Reno wants one. U.S. Fire Arms John Wayne 100th Birthday Commemorative. A Peacemaker in .45 Colt of course.

The Terrible Cost of Fame

 

 

"Why...why do I let them talk me into this shit."

 

"Sigh...the things I do for pork snacks"

Back To Work!

My back is still a bit sore, but I’m turning off this damn computer and headed for the front door!  I honestly think I’ve developed calluses on my butt. Time for drastic measures. Here’s a little video I put together to commemorate my new paleo way of thinking.

And They Vote!

Not The ’70s But Undeniably Cool: Jim Lauderdale

Jim, Alison Moorer and some old banjo player named Ralph.

The ’70s Were Cooler: Nick Lowe 1978

The Jesus of cool and June Carter-Cash’s daughter get hitched!