And Now for the Rumors Behind the News

I am taking a blogging break to work on a project.

I’ll be back at the end of September.

In the meantime, enjoy some forgotten greatness.

The Firesign Theater is best known for its biting and complex social commentary.

The group mixed the conventions of radio drama with the recording and writing techniques of The Beatles.

The result was rich multilayered surrealist satire.

“Animals without backbones hid from each other or fell down. Clamasaurs and Oysterettes appeared as appetizers. Then came the sponges which sucked up about ten percent of all life. Hundreds of years later, in the Late Devouring Period, fish became obnoxious.

Trailerbites, chiggerbites, and mosquitoes collided aimlessly in the dense gas. Finally, tiny edible plants sprang up in rows giving birth to generations of insecticides and other small dying creatures. “

An account of evolution from “I Think We’re all Bozos on this Bus” 1971

The group’s most successful album is “Don’t Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers.”

Released in 1970, “Don’t Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers,” is the story of George Leroy Tirebiter who lives in a world under martial law. Tirebiter is a former child actor who spends his time watching himself on late-night movies, a staple of broadcast television in the 1960’s.

Rolling Stone calls it the greatest comedy record ever made.

‘The Death of Marion Crane’ (c) Rob Goldstein 2014

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Song A Day Challenge Day 4: Here come the 70’s!

Thanks to Danica from Living the Beautiful Life for nominating
me for the Five-day Music challenge.

The Rules are:

Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video
Nominate two (or one) different blogger each day of the challenge

For today’s post I decided on a  quick tour of some of the music
that I listened to and loved in the 1970’s.

The 70’s begin with the harmonies of Crosby, Stills, and Nash.

Carry On

And the driving Rock of Led Zeppelin

Whole Lotta Love


As Diana Ross Leaves the Supremes.

Someday We’ll be Together

In 1971 Alice Cooper releases Killer and the song

Under my Wheels.

By 1972 we’re listening to Lou Reed’s Transformer Album

Satellite of Love


David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust

Suffragette City


and Cat Stevens.

Oh Very Young


In 1973 Disco is born when the Hughes Corporation releases Rock the Boat


In 1974 Joni Mitchell delights us with Court and Spark.

Help me


In 1975 the Jefferson Airplane becomes Jefferson Starship and releases
Red Octopus.



In 1976 Donna Summer moans Love to Love You Baby


Steely Dan releases AJA in 1977


And by 1978 everyone is dancing to Saturday Night Fever

Night Fever


While Hanging on the Telephone with Blondie


And listening to More Songs about More Buildings and Food By the Talking Heads.

The Good Thing


We say good bye to our musical tour of the 1970’s with Devo’s Clock Out
from Duty Now for the Future.

Clock Out


Today I nominate everyone. 🙂


“Try and be a little more vivacious.” [Harold and Maude]

from Living a Beautiful Life

Living a Beautiful Life

Macabre, tender, funny and altogether weirdly wonderful, Harold and Maude would be in my Top 10 movies.  If I had such a list.  It’s beautifully written, not a word wasted.  The acting is spot-on and the direction is inspired.  Released in December 1971, I’m surprised I only discovered it a few years ago.

“Dinner at 8:00 Harold, and try to be a little more vivacious.”

Harold and Maude is based on an original screenplay by Colin Higgins (a Hollywood pool boy) and directed by Hal Ashby.  Ashby fought Paramount on edits.  He won some battles and lost others.  One swear word was omitted to avoid an R rating.  Is there any word that would result in an R rating today?

How did Harold and Maude flop at the box office?  Audiences preferred Carnal Knowledge, Clockwork Orange, Diamonds Are Forever, Dirty Harry, Fiddler on the Roof and The French Connection. …

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17 St. Phillip Street –Part 18-

Art by Rob Goldstein
Annabelle Zelda Marshall

Annabelle Zelda Marshall was sipping an iced tea (sans ice) when the raid began.

She was confused and asked a sprinting drag queen what the shouting was about.

“It’s a raid!” he shrieked, as a policeman gathered him up and shoved him through the door.

Margaret sat quietly and watched the commotion.

Eventually a cop went to her table.

“Come with me, please.”

“Why?” asked Annabelle.

“This establishment is closed.”

Annabel slowly rose, using her cane to support her weight.

“I thought prohibition had been repealed,” she said, as she gave the cop her arm.

The cop took Annabel’s arm and examined her closely. He had never seen a fag who look so much like his grandmother.

Outside Paul was in a headlock and demanded to see his lawyer.

Annabel wondered what kind of crime Paul could commit.

She looked up at the cop who had her arm and said: “I thought I was going to see a play about Jesus. A friend did say it was blasphemous but I surely didn’t know that one could still be arrested for blasphemy!”

“What is your name, please?”

Annabel was proud to say her name: “Annabel Zelda Marshall!”

“No—,” said the officer. “Your real name.”

“That IS my real name!”

The officer again examined Annabel’s face; this is one convincing old drag queen, he thought to himself. “Step into the light for me.”

Annabel lost her patience: “My Pappy was one of the noble heroes in the great battle against Sherman in Atlanta. My Pappy almost died trying to save that honorable city but he didn’t die, no! He came back here to his home and his Pappy’s home and his Pappy before that and now I have to stand here because some Yankee transplant doesn’t know my name? Marshall. Marshall. M-A-R-S-H-A-L-L!”

The cop had heard the name: “As in Gunsmoke?” he asked.

Paul, who was face down in the street with his hands cuffed behind his back heard Annabel’s speech and shifted slightly: “That’s her real name!” he said.

That earned him a kick in the face.

“Cuff the old fag!” said the cop that kicked Paul.

“She’s a woman!” screamed Paul. He got another kick.

Annabel hiked the hem of her skirt: “Do ah have to lift mah skirts to avoid incarceration!” spat Annabel.

The cop’s eyes grew wide and then he laughed.

“What the Hell is a woman your age doing in a queer bar?”

Text and image Rob Goldstein (c)2016 all rights reserved