When the ride is over, you can go to sleep...

Someone invaded a portion of my brain that even I was unaware of and melded The Red Crayola (Mayo Thompson, Steve Cunningham, Rick Barthelme, Familiar Ugly incarnation) to Gerry and Sylvia Anderson's Thunderbirds. I am bereft in admiration.

Pretty nifty, huh? B/T/W, in case you're wondering what Monday night at the Kennys' is like, over dinner A. Moore's "Judy Get Down" happened to pop up on the box; upon said tune not resulting in any kind of disapprobation from My Lovely Wife, I felt emboldened to bring up the subj. of Slapp Happy, even going so far as to call up a tune from the recent Ca Va, featuring the lowest-key-vocalese of D. Krause, scourge of My Lovely Wife's eardrums; so sensitive said eardrums being that MLW fled the room to go look at cached episodes of "In Treatment." "Oh, come on," I protested. "Are the vocals more, erm, aggressive than this?"

A moot question, as it happens. (How hilarious, by the way, is that shot of the audience two minutes and twenty-two seconds in?)

All in good fun...

Comments

[Sam Adams]

Your timing is perfect, considering I was just inspired by Andre Techine's The Witnesses to spring for a three-pack by Les Rita Mitsouko. The danger of period pieces...

[Jürgen]

I was nursed on Disco mit Ilja Richter, and I never want to go back there. Dig the Thunderbirds/Crayola mashup, though. Free form freakout!

[bill]

The audiences reaction matched my own. I have to wonder, though, what the director was thinking when he said, "Ooh! Camera two, get a shot of the audience!"

[Glenn Kenny]

Good point Bill. (Also, glad you're chiming in again.) In the clips of similar Euro TV appearances by Roxy Music, the audiences are similarly drab, but they're INTO the group. Which kind of begs a question about why they aren't even dressing up a little themselves...

[bill]

Glad to be back!

[oakling]

SO hilarious!