Dear Readers! I’m a sorry to report that my horse, Joey, is sick with something called Pigeon Fever. Luckily he is expected to make a full recovery but needs a lot of TLC in the meantime –which means I’ll be spending more time with him than usual. So for the next couple of days I hope you won’t mind reading some Posts from the Past! Today’s leftover is:
Thrift Store Find: Nuclear Cheese
I was wandering around my local thrift store on the prowl for the weird, the crazy or the strange – keeping my eyes peeled for the unusual, when guess what I found!
An LP featuring the ominously cheerful Guy Mitchell! That’s what!
The first line of the album blurb reads:
This charming collection of ballads by Guy Mitchel has a dual theme; all songs are concerned with romance, and all of them deal in a sense with nature and the outdoors!
I don’t know . . . judging from the piercingly maniacal gaze of Guy’s baby hazels, I’d have to say Guy is a guy you don’t want to get involved with. And when I say get involved with I mean accidentally bump into while waiting in line at Target because before you can completely utter the phrase “excuse me” – Guy will have fallen deeply, passionately and hopelessly in Stalker Love.
And just when I was thinking, thrift store shopping just doesn’t get any better look what I found right underneath Guy!
The Four Roses Society! A society consisting of eight of cheesiest human beings to have ever so much as hummed.
If you’ll notice, all the men are drinking straight shots of whiskey, except for one man who is no doubt holding two bottles of Jack Daniels behind his back. (We can only hope.)
One of the songs listed on the album is “Home on the Range” I like to think that’s what they were singing when this picture was taken. Which would explain all the howling by the dog, them and you, the listener.
And finally, Dear Readers, just when I was thinking life, itself, doesn’t get any better I found this!
Pasar Dalam! Whatever or whoever they may be!
The blurb on the album cover begins:
Wilt u lets welen over de background van deze plaat, wat betreft repetities enz ja . . .
I’ll try to translate this for you as best I can under the circumstances of me not knowing how to speak whatever language this is. I believe it says:
Will you let us welen over the background of the van please? What? Why are you bereft about that? I’m tired of repeating myself, enz ja . . .
However riveting the above passage, this is not the reason it caught my eye. I actually noticed the way the guy in the front row is holding up the lady in yellow – I like to think her name is enz ja . . .
Until next time . . . I love you
Despite the rerun post, it made me laugh once again! The Four Roses Society even includes one siging dog. How wacky!
I really do believe with all my heart and soul that the fifties were the corniest decade in the history of mankind!
I’m going LP hunting now at the junk store. You’ve inspired me!!
Oh you will have fun Addie! It’s a hugely overlooked vein of cheesiness!
hoping your steed makes a speedy recovery… Mines name was Smokey, (a paint) he was mostly stubborn…
Oh thank you Art. You have a paint named Smokey? Well I’m not surprised as horses are the ultimate zen imho!!
I hope Joey gets better very quickly – poor darling!
You had me laughing with this, again!
Thank Dianne I’m so glad you enjoyed it. And Joey seems to be getting better slowly so I can sleep a little better now. It’s a long process though getting them through it.
Linda, there is nothing worse – I really hope everything gets better soon!
Thanks so much Dianne.
This past week, I’m sad to report that when I go out in public, I’ve taken to wearing Guy Mitchell’s frozen expression of cheerfulness. I may need some botox soon to relax the muscles! LOL!
LOL!!! Ahhhh . . . .Omg Lisa! You’re cracking me up!!! Trying to image you going around town with Guy Mitchell’s expression, I’m tearing up . . . but in a good way!
You have the best thrift stores. I think the dog is the star and the rest are just making up the harmonies. I’d like to hear this.
If you were to read between the lines of Guy Mitchells lyrics of the outdoors and nature it probably reveals where he buried his victims.
Haha Joe! Do you by any chance work for Scotland Yard?
Nah, I’d fail the fitness test, and the breatherliser test, and probably the drugs test.
Which means. . . . you’re an undercover cop? I suspected as much!! ; )
Now I have to self destruct
Oops! Well it was nice knowin’ ya Joe Hoover (if indeed that is your real name . . )
It isn’t my real name!
I knew it! And I’ll bet that’s not your real picture either!
Hey, I remember this one!! : )
I’m sorry Joey ate some Nuclear Cheese and got sick. Tell him to eat real pigeons next time. I do hope he’s better!! : )
Well, Joey is a retired racehorse who we sometimes call Sedentariat. I think they fed him Nuclear Cheese before races. But I don’t think it did much good . . . And I’m happy to report he’s made a full recovery! I was a little disappointed however, I thought maybe he would sprout wings but nothing so far . . . I remain optimistic though.