Hello, my name is Jailhouse Gumbo Lee.
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Skinny Killer McGee
Boney Legs Bailey
Texas Fingers Hopkins.
Merry Christmas!
Tom Waits: Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis
Only Tom Waits can write a song that has a title like a crappy morning radio DJ skit, but leaves you heartbroken by the end.
RIP today to two remarkable figures on the world stage: trailblazer for democracy Kim Jong Il and repressive lunatic shitbag dictator Vaclav Havel…wait a minute, I got that backwards, didn’t I? I have an atrocious memory for world leaders…which one was the Czech guy again? ‘Cause he was the cool one, I think, right? Think, dammit, think…
Okay…start again… RIP to trailblazer for democracy Vaclav Havel, and to famously cantankerous Vanity Fair columnist Kim Jong Il. I think I’ve got that right. I think. I’ll double check that later.
HuffPost App, you’ve done it again.
Just occurred to me that, in Britain and other non-U.S. countries, today is 13/12/11.
So I just started a new Tumblr today. It’s called Stills and Songs, and it’s dedicated to great songs in movie soundtracks, and stills from the great scenes they’re now forever connected to. It’s only on its first day, and so far it’s got only one song/movie up (Prokofiev’s “Lt. Kije Suite”/Woody Allen’s Love and Death), but eventually I hope this will become a regular thing. So check it out at stillsandsongs.tumblr.com!
I really like drinkify.org, and I like most of its suggestions (Bob Dylan? Sipsmith gin and cough syrup), but the above suggestion for Tom Waits is an abomination. Really? Just a can of Sierra Nevada? It’s like shooting a chase sequence between a ‘92 Taurus and a Smart Car.
Might I suggest the following for Tom Waits: equal parts bourbon and filthy polluted rainwater from a stagnant back alley puddle, both aged six years. Stir with a rusty nail or railroad spike; garnish with tears, either from yourself or from an unrequited lover. Now THAT’s “the Tom Waits.”
The Washington Post has a great slideshow sampling the various ways newspapers played Pearl Harbor on that fateful day in 1941. Here are two; there are a bunch of others, too. (images via the Newseum collection)
70 years, still infamous.
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A scene from Hannah and her Sisters (1986). It’s near the end of the film so there are a few spoilers, but I’d say if every copy of every Woody Allen film was about to be destroyed in a fire, and only about 3 minutes and 15 seconds could be saved, I’d choose these 3 minutes and 15 seconds. It encompasses everything great about Woody’s films - melancholy, slapstick, the awkward Woody character fumbling with things, reverence for New York City as a character and for the comic geniuses that came before him, and a rumination of life that takes us through agony and anxiety but ultimately ends up optimistic and in awe of life. Happy birthday, Mr. Allen.
Happy Birthday Woody Allen (born December 1, 1935)
you are my favorite living director and I hope you make another 40 films before you leave us.
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