Sunday Morning Music

Hey Yo
And a Hi Ho.

Sunday Morning Music here.

This one’s got some GIF’s
so you might give it a minute
to load.

Time to play some .

Let’s.

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Ramones —
I Wanna Live

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Don Henley —
All She Wants To Do
Is Dance

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New Birth —
” Wildflower

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Paramore —
The Only Exception

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Haircut 100 —
Fantastic Day

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Maxine Nightingale –
Right Back Where
We Started From

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Poco —
Call It Love

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Romantics —
What I Like About You

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Sarah Vaughan —
The Nearness of You

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Jim Morrison and the Doors —
Love Her Madly

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Isaac Hayes —
Joy

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Bruce Springsteen —
Secret Garden

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Amy Winehouse —
Stronger Than Me (live) ”

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Mighty Mighty Bosstones —
The Magic of Youth

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Carly Simon —
“The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of “

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The Stylistics —
Stop Look Listen

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Murder By Death–
Until Morale Improves

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Norah Jones —
Come Away With Me

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Everything But The Girl —
Driving

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Heart —
Barracuda (live)

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Doobie Brothers :
Another Park, Another Sunday

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Lana Del Rey —
Driving In Cars With Boys

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Arlo Guthrie —
Motorcycle Song

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!!! HOY !!!

 

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The 1964 Ducati Apollo

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You might consider
yourself an expert vintage motorcycle aficionado,
and still,
you may not
recognize this sled….

………….. if not,
I quite understand.

You see, this Ducati, developed
to directly compete with Harley Davidson,
especially in the United States market,
never made it into mass production.

And you’ll probably just
love the reason why.

This bike– the
full name of Image result for 1964 ducati apollo berliner
which was the
“1964 Ducati Berliner
1260 Apollo
“-
– packed a 76 cubic inch (1250cc)
90 degree V-4 punch—

and it would actually accelerate
faster than it’s tires would tolerate…..

Yep…
to over 120 mph

…… at a time when motorcycle
tires weren’t sturdy enough to
take speeds over 90.

It would literally go
until the wheels fell off.

Two prototypes were manufactured –
– one still survives.

So, if you wanna ride one,
well, you might think
that you’re outta luck.

But I’m told the 2011 Honda
VFR1200 used much of the same
technology, including a powerful
V-4 configuration.

And you can probably find one
of those bikes for about 7 G’s
on Craigslist, sitting under 2
inches of dust in some
yuppie’s garage.

Or, you can go to the Ducati
museum in Kyushu, Japan
where the surviving Apollo is
and beg.

A lot .

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Let The Mail Bag Take You

Hey man, just where
did THAT week
go already ?

Time for another
exciting, mind-elevating
and positively dizzying
trip through the Muscleheaded Blog’s
Mailbag.

I’m also happy to say,
that some of
this week’s mail was
too dirty to actually post,
and that despite those
pieces not getting to appear,
— I really did appreciate em.

I really did.

Keep up the good work.

It makes the mailbag
one joyful place to dip
into, lemme tell you.

But, we’ve still got
plenty of stuff we
CAN post —

– and it’s ok if it’s not
dirty enough not to
qualify, it really is.

And you know Your Ole
Uncle Nuts is gonna find
a way of making it dirty,
anyway, so –

Just let it take you.

Hey-
fun is where
you find it.

— Ahem.

For you new readers whose
poor innocent minds
haven’t been sufficiently
warped by this blog, yet,
let me just advise you that
it will happen if you hang
around here long enough.

Whether that’s a promise
or a threat is something that
is also yet to be determined.

But,
welcome, in any case.

I’ve been trying to stick today
with postcards and stuff from
the first third of the 20th
century……..

Let me know how
you think
I’m doing —

I never was too good
with fractions.

That said, I’ll leave you
with a quote that comes
to mind from Leo Tolstoy: 

“A man is like a fraction
whose numerator is what
he is and whose denominator
is what he thinks of himself.
The larger the denominator,
the smaller the fraction.”

!!! HOY !!!!

Miss Myrna Loy – 1932

 

Letters of the Lovelorn

a3Hiya, Y’all.

For some reason,
we’ve been getting
all kinds of letters
here at the Müscleheaded Blog,

— asking for advice
on matters of the heart.

No,
not about anginabomb

maybe something
that vaguely rhymes with it ?

– but no,
I meant love, wise guy.

And since everybody knows
that I don’t HAVE a heart,

and it is
V
alentines Day,

I thought we’d get suziewonder1
Miss Suzie Wonder,

our very own Müscleheaded
Blog Science Editor,

— to answer ’em for you.

I mean,
love is all about
science, right ???

Part biology,
part sociology,
part psychology,
part —

Oh, well,
anyway,bang
it’s her damned job,

…… and she’s just
gonna have to do it.

Take it away, Suzie.

:::

Love Advice — By Suzie Wonder

Mister Boneheaded ,
… err…. I mean,
Mister Müscleheaded,
has asked me to answer
a few of these lettershammer
that our kind readers
have sent to us……

As to his remark about
love being all about science,

I’d say more ‘anthropology’
in HIS case ….

Considering the intellectual
level upon which this blog
is written,skin

and

considering the Neanderthals
he hangs out with
at that dungeon of
dingy doltishness
that he calls a ‘gym’.

As to these ‘letters’,
I’m not really expecting
anything too complicated…

So let’s dig in,
and see what other gag
kinds of fossils
we can find, shall we?

:::
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Dear Suzie ,
I always end up
getting in a fight

with my girlfriend
this time of year,

because otherwise,
I gotta spend a lot of money
for Valentines Day presents,
flowers, candy,
and stuff like that.

We always make up
a week or so
after February 14,

but long enough
so’s she can’t expect me
to gift her retroactively.

But my friends say that
it’s just a matter of time
before she catches on.

Why can’t she love me
for myself and not my money?

PS: Oh, and love the umlaut !!!

Signed,
Careful With Money.

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Dear ‘Careful With Money’:
My friend,
you obviously
got the wrong end
of the cattle prod
this time.
Yep.
Because you are:

A Petty, Parsimonious,
Penurious, Penny Pincher,

A Churlish, Cheap,
Crumdgeonly Codger,

A Mean, Miserly,
Manipulative Money-
grubbing
Misanthropist ,

A Stingy, Skimpy,
Sponging Skinflinty
Scumbag,carwreck

and
An Avaricious, Accumulating,
Acquisitive, Anti-Human….

But,
no….

I wouldn’t call you
‘careful with money’.

And, she’ll figure it out
eventually,
— if there’s any justice
in the world.

In the meantime,
watch out,
ya cheap bastard.

PS: You would like
that umlaut shit.withoutyou

(<editors note–
hey  !?!?!?!?!?!?!>)
  

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Dear Suzie,
I love a girl at the
gym named Lita,
and, although
she doesn’t
even know me yet,
I think she would love me too,
— if she’d only return
my phone calls.
(I got her number from
the guy at the desk.)
The one time
she DID answer,
she told me to stop
bothering her,
and to never, never,
never call again —
but I think she’s just afraid
of her husband
hearing her express
her love for me.

Do you think I should
send a telegram instead?
(The guy at the desk
gave me her address, too)

Signed,
Prince Lovesick.

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Dear Prince Lovesick,
I can understand
why she won’t answer
the phone.
You couldn’t take a hint
if it was a truck
that hit you and
then backed up
over you fourteen
times in a row.
The only things
that Lita’s got going
for her is that:
you’re obviously too
stupid to know
how to manage to
send a text message,
and too much of a weak dick
to talk to her in person.
Buy yourself an
inflatable love doll
and leave the poor girl alone,
… or I’ll come to your
house one night
and turn you back into a frog.
(Muscleheaded gave
me your address.)

(<editors note–
and man, she can do it, too>)
 

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Dear Suzie, 
I’m having a problem
getting my girl friend
to give me head. pregnant

What should I do?
Signed, Anxious.
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Dear Anxious,
I understand why
she wouldn’t give you head.
Why don’t you grow
one of your own ?

Men are always
expecting women
to give up everything for them
without giving anything in return….

But expecting her to give up
such an important body
part as that,
well, that’s just ridiculous.

And, while you’re
growing a head,
why not grow
some cajones,
while you’re at it.

(<editors note–rest
I think maybe Suzie skipped health
class that day>)
  

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Dear Suzie , 
I keep telling people
that ‘love’ is nothing
but a four letter word.
deepthroat

With the high rate of divorce
and relationship problems
in the world, I really don’t understand why people
can’t understand that.

What do you think?

Signed, Confused and
Concerned in Concord.

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Dear C & C in C:
Yes, L O V E is a four letter word.
How very astute of you.
I’m very surprised that the
Oxford Dictionary of Philosophy
hasn’t asked you to publish
an article for them.
weird
PS: Please do not breed
under any circumstances.

(<editors note–
I’m with Suzie on
this one, again, sorry … >)
  

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Dear Suzie,
I’m no good at writing
love letters and stuff,

…. but I wanted to
send a girl in my class
something that would
tell her how I felt.

I decided to use some lyrics
that I heard on the radio… love

I thought she’d never
know the difference,

but somehow she found out,
and she even got mad at me
because of the lyrics.

She keeps calling
me a ‘plagiarist’
— whatever the hell THAT is.

My question is:
What’s wrongwtf
with what I did,
and what’s a plagiarist,
anyway?

Signed,
A Plagiarist in Love.
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Dear Dumbass:
I’m not even gonna
waste my breath on you.

Dumbass.
PS : The above comment about
breeding goes double for you.

(<editors note–
sometimes Suzie can play
kinda rough, ya know? >)
  

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Happy V-Day !

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arough

 

My Crazy Heart

1coIn the late 1960’s
songwriter J.D. Souther
penned the lyrics to a song
that I have always related to–

It was called “The Fast One“,

— although I remember
it best as:
“My Crazy Heart”

For some reason,

I’ve always thought of it
as my personal Valentines
Day Theme song —

and,

1amwith V.D. only a couple drips …
eerrr….

I mean….
… only a day away,

I figured
let’s post the lyrics ! ”

Well,
why not,
I ask you ?????

Ok, so,
I’ve added some very,
very cool vintage Valentines
to the mix, too —

I’m figuring these are all pre-1960,
— and some are much older.
1hammer
Actually,

several of the great cards on today’s post were brought to you by:
Jen at Blog It or Lose It

your first stop shop
for all things poetic.

1lawAlso a honorable mention
to my old friend R for
demanding more cards,

— and thus prompting
this somewhat impromptu
post in the first place.

And my friend SC had
also dropped a few of
these in my inbox, too —

but she likes to keep
a low profile, so, ’nuff said.

Alrighty, then —

— music, maestro.

“The Fast One”
words and music by J.D Souther.

a2You don’t know how I feel
You don’t seem to care
If I let you see it through my eyes
You wouldn’t see anyone there

It’s no wonder I been crying
It’s no wonder that I’m blue
My crazy heart was gone and let somebody know
When it’s time for me to go

Tired of being lonely
a3Tired of what you do to me
Hear it raining in my heart

Well I’ve been lonely before
But I’ve been so long without sunlight
I can’t take another day more

No wonder I been crying
It’s no wonder I been blue
My crazy heart can’t tell me why

I can’t tell you goodbye
Oh no, I’m tired of all this tragedy
I’m giving you back your misery

a4You better put on a fast one
I think I’m gonna pull through
You better play another fast one
No matter what you do

Put your money in a fast one
I don’t wanna hear the blues
Put on another fast one
Trying to forget about you

Well it ain’t no wonder I been crying
It’s no wonder I been blue
a6My crazy heart can’t tell me why

I can’t tell you goodbye
Darling I’m tired of being lonely
Tired of what you put me through

Now you better put on a fast one
If you want me to pull through
You better play another fast one
No matter what you do

Put your money in a fast one
I don’t wanna hear the blues
Put on another fast one
Trying to forget about you

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1satisfyNow,
just in case you don’t recognize those lyrics,

Linda Ronstadt’s terrific version of the song is below.

On a more personal note,

1waI hope all my friends up in the Northeast U.S. are doing fine,

— staying warm and indoors.

It’s been cold here in the South,

but nothing like those guys up there and out west have been dealing with.

Just remember we’re thinking about y’all.

Hoy!

a8

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Sunday Morning Music

Hiya.

Welcome
to another
Sunday Morning
Music Post.

Today’s theme
will become
clear, I think,
after a couple of
these wonderful
song choices.

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Mary Coughlin —
Seduced

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Horslips —
Trouble With A Capital T

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Van Morrison w/ The Chieftains —
Irish Heartbeat

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Snow Patrol —
” Chasing Cars

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Whipping Boy —
When We Were Young

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The Real McKenzies —
Yes

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The Undertones —
” Teenage Kicks

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The Corrs —
” Breathless

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Saw Doctors —
To Win Just Once

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Thin Lizzy —
Dancing In The Moonlight

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The Coronas —
Just Like That

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The Frames —
” Revelate “

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Boomtown Rats —
She’s So Modern

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Flogging Molly —
If I Ever Leave This World Alive

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Mary Byrne —
You’re My World

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The Script —
No Good In Goodbye

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Virgin Prunes —
Pagan Lovesong

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Rumjacks —
My Time Again  ”

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Morrison, Jones, and Beck –
Bring Your Love Home To Me

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Cranberries —
When You’re Gone ”

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Pogues —
I Love You Till The End

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Aslan —
Crazy World

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The Dead South —
” In Hell In Good Company

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Imelda May —
Road Runner

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U2 —
Get Out Of Your Own Way

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Dropkick Murphys —
Rose Tattoo

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Mary Coughlan —
Woman Undone

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Van Morrison —
Someone Like You “

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!!! HOY !!!

 

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Stupid Automotive Inventions

Today on
Stupid Automotive Inventions:

” The Horsey Horseless”  ,
” Caddy Cocktails ” ,
” The Steering Wheel of Death”

Yes,
these and less,
much much less.

Damn, I already
gave away
the premise of the post
in the title, didn’t I ?

Ah well.

I guess that
I’ll just get on
with it, then –

Go on,
be that way.

The Horsey Horseless.

Invented in 1898 by a
guy in Battle Creek, Michigan

( the home of Corn Flakes –
which seems somewhat appropriate here, somehow … )

– the Horsey Horseless
was supposed to be
an automobile that
wouldn’t scare the horses,
which were the main
transportation modalities
at the time (that’ll be 20 cents
for that word, by the way).

The theory was that since
the thing had a horse head
on the front, (which doubled
as a fuel tank) the animals
would just figure it was a
very noisy, smelly stallion
that ran on gasoline and not
go all skittish and all.

No, he didn’t know
anything about equine nature
– that’s obvious- and it was
an abject failure.

Hell, folks forgot all about it,
till some high falootin’ loud
mouth musclehead put it on
his blog 120 years later.

Shame on that guy.

Ahem.

I would mention the
in-car record players,
at this point, but I’d truthfully
love to play around with one
of those, so…

Hey-
what about that
“Steering Wheel of Death “,
you ask ?

Well, did you ever stop and
wonder how Sammy Davis Jr
acquired that glass left eye?
( or was it the right ? )

Ahh — interesting story —
that points directly to the
Steering Wheel of Death.

‘Cause the 1954 Cadillac
El Dorado Brougham he
was driving was equipped
with that thing when he got
in a collision in Los Angeles
and his face came straight
down hard upon the bullet
nose style heavy chromed steering wheel.

Cadillac discontinued the
feature shortly after that,

(and you’ll rarely see one that
hasn’t been replaced with a
less dramatic shape today)

— however, they decided
to double down on safety
in the 1957 El Dorado, by
equipping it with a mini-bar
in the front passenger area,
complete with custom cocktail
glasses.

Man, they did it
with style,
you gotta admit.

Sure, auto makers could improve
the efficiency and safety of their
cars, and did in many ways –
but never at the expense
of style or profit –
at least until inventors and
regulators got involved.

Here’s a good example
of what I mean –
– notice the narrow
tail-lights on the car
in the next picture. 

Most cars of the period had
very small indicator lights
because it was considered
old-fashioned and unstylish
to incorporate larger ones –
thus, phosphorescent mittens
were invented to help drivers
signal a turn.

But- let’s not forget
the part in the car
that causes the
most traffic accidents —

— the nut behind the wheel.

And I got a feeling that,
other than dehumanizing it,
self-driving automated cars
ain’t gonna change any of that.

!! HOY !!!

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