Archive for July, 2005

An Open Letter To Friday

July 8, 2005

Friday, I love you . . . There’s an attractiveness to the weekend, sure, but your beauty hides within the fact that you are pregnant with the weekend’s potential. I hear, Friday, that you were pretty much maligned and slandered up until about a hundred years ago, being though to be unlucky . . . You and I should both thank that infamous Friday Club for working to get Saturday as a national holiday so that you could be something to look forward to, instead of dread.

But, my dear Friday, why is it that no matter how much fun and frivolity your evening is full of that your afternoon is always fraught with such insanity? I haven’t sat through a Friday afternoon in months that wasn’t filled with some manner of madness (and not the fun kind). I won’t let it effect my opinion of you though, Friday, I know there is only so much you can do.

Can you try to talk to your friends Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, for me sometime? They could learn a lot from you and your relaxed attitude. Thursday seems to be catching on a bit in recent times, but still has a long way to go, and the other three are sort of hopeless. It’s sad . . . see what you can do.

In closing, let me just restate how much you mean to me, Friday. All week I look forward to your appearance, and toward the end of your night I feel a slight pang of sadness knowing that you will be gone soon and all I will have is the weekend, instead of the potential of an entire weekend. Don’t let the Friday the 13th people get you down, between you and me, I don’t know a single person who actually considers the day unlucky. So there.

TGIF, yes, I said it.

You know who else loves Friday? Eris Nancy Discordia.

Yep, she TOLD me so.

Do you believe THAT?

Hail Eris!

Great Googly Moogly!

July 7, 2005

I get a lot of looks when I sometimes use the term ‘Great Googly Moogly’ at work . . . in certain circumstances it completely appropriate, and besides that it is fun to say. Why are most people so pedestrian that any phrase remotely out of the ordinary gives the impression of temporary insanity? In response to that mindset I have done a little research and come up with some history of the three great words. Everything I found haas been taken from different sources on the Web, and I have tried to give credit where credit is due:

From Wikapedia:
Great Googly Moogly is a phrase which has been used in popular music (particularly Rhythm & Blues) lyrics by various artists dating back to the 1950’s [1]. Known examples include Frank Zappa’s Nanook Rubs It (1973) and Howlin’ Wolf’s Shake For Me (1986). There is some evidence (unverified) of earlier uses by other musicians:

At the very least, R&B legend Screamin’ Jay Hawkins uttered it as an exuberant exclamation of extreme excitement in “Person to Person” (1957): the line in question finding SJH extolling his far-away (cheerbabe?) girlfriend to “bring your big fine foxy great googly moogly lord-look-at-that self on home.” I’ve got some vague recollection that SJH used the phrase in other tunes – and I know Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper lovingly borrowed it on a track or two of their first few albums in the mid-1980s. –Gil R.

More recently, the phrase has moved into the non-musical world. It was spoken by Harry (Orlando Jones) in Ivan Reitman’s 2001 science fiction movie Evolution [2], used in a television commercial for Snickers [3], and has been printed on a line of casual clothing [4]. An example of contemporary (2005) use is the Disney Channel program Maggie and the Ferocious Beast; Beast says it several times per episode.

And this is from www.arf.fu (a site that has notes on Zappa songs):

This is an expression I have heard older blues artists use in songs. Somewhere in my voluminous collection is a Muddy Waters (or somebody like him) song where the phrase is used. I have been reviewing my collection to try and find the exact song, but it is going to take time.
From: Richard S Johnson

Howlin’ Wolf said it in one of the spoken parts of “Goin’ Down Slow”. Is that what you’re thinking of? I hope this helps.
From: onthecornr@aol.com (OnTheCornr)

I suspect that Zappa’s use of “Great Googly Moogly” was more directly inspired by “Stranded In The Jungle” by the Cadets and/or the Jayhawks (the two groups had competing Top 20 versions simultaneously in 1956). “Stranded In The Jungle” was always one of FZ’s favorite songs, and he performed it onstage at least once (the band with Bianca Odin, Halloween 1976 NYC). “Stranded” also predates Howlin’ Wolf’s use of the phrase in “Going Down Slow,” which was recorded in 1961.
From: chase@aros.net (Chase Kimball)

I have that particular Howlin’ Wolf song, and reviewed it. I am not sure if that is what I am thinking of though. I have the sound of some high energy blues baritone shouting it into the microphone in my head, and Mr. Burnett says it with a great deal of resignation. Perhaps I am mixing up his statement of the creed with the way Zappa says it. However, I have spent a lot of time with my blues CDs trying to find what is in my head, and have utterly failed, so perhaps my memory is faulty. In any event, my original post still stands and is vindicated, and I think the FAQ file should reflect the proper origins of Great Googly Moogly. Certainly Zappa and Burnett deserve no less.
From: ivester@utkvx.utk.edu (Stan Ivester)

I had also heard the “Great googly moogly” in a 50’s blues record I just can’t remember if it was a Howling Wolf or Muddy Waters, but I’m pretty sure it was one of them.
I believe that was “If I Never Get Well Again” by Howlin’ Wolf. Obviously, Frank listened to that song when he was young and well. I wonder if he listened to it again when the lyrics described his own situation.
From: biffyshrew@aol.com (Biffyshrew)

The title of this song (at least as it appears on the classic “rocking chair” LP) is actually “Going Down Slow.” This recording is from 1961. Is there another version with a different title?
An earlier citation of the phrase “great googly moogly” is “Stranded In The Jungle,” a simultaneous hit in 1956 in competing versions by the Cadets and the Jayhawks. Zappa played this song live in 1976, and also played it on the radio a time or two.
From: Charles Ulrich’ forthcoming book Project/Object

“Great googly moogly” is an expression that had been uttered by Willie Dixon in Howlin’ Wolf’s 1961 recording of “Going Down Slow”. Another variant, “great googa mooga”, was uttered by Prentice Moreland in the Cadet’s 1956 recording of “Stranded In The Jungle”, a song which FZ performed on the fall 1976 tour.

What else can I say except GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY!

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5 Goals For The Summer

July 6, 2005

1) Eat less

2) Smoke slightly less

3) Try to swear more

4) Iron shirts when first out of the package, BEFORE wearing

5) Eat less

Hail Eris.

All. Hail. Discordia.

TomKat Pod

July 5, 2005

Anyone who knows me well knows that I am all for free speech, free expression and freedom in general. I believe that anything that doesn’t hurt others should be allowed.

Having said that, I am sick to the gills of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. I don’t buy the relationship for a second, and yet also don’t give a shit if it is a sham or not. I don’t care. Do not care.

But . . .

There are obviously people out there who DO care. There must be. Why else would everyone continue to devote so much time to them? Somewhere out there are people who care deeply whether these two shooting stars will find some company on the long slow burn-out toward obscurity.

So . . .

To please people like myself, and yet also please those who care about the Scientology Guru and his soon-to-be-Bride, I propose creating a space pod that is furnished with all the necessities of daily life here on Spaceship Earth, and then shooting the couple into outerspace. The pod would be equipped with several cameras so that those who want to can witness Tom chew all over Katie’s face (daring another killer-dose of mouth-ring herpes to appear) and jumping up and down on the furniture, as is his current wont. The space pod will be broadcast to a single channel at the end of the cable spectrum, dubbed The TomKat Channel, and those who do not want to ever set cones and rods on the two will never have to surf to that particular channel ever again.

Everyone wins.

So, when can we get this plan in action?

I’ll look into it.

Until then, Hail Eris!

Monday Morning Madness

July 4, 2005

I suppose the best way to deal with working one-on-one with an insane and unreasonable photographer bent on selling you his vision of the colours in his pics, when nothing even remotely similar exists in the image, would be to remember what a fantastic weekend you had with the love of your life, and to also remember that what you do at your job is merely a means to an end, and finances your true life, which is having fun and growing old with Dharma Jam.

And even if this insane photographer sits on your lap telling you exactly which buttons to press, and when, and why, just remember that you are here until five, and after that you can hunt him down to his house and skin him.

Ah, imagination – how long ago would I have driven myself buggy without you?

Hail Eris – Give me strength!