Assuming I don’t get distracted yet further, we’re back with new run of whatever music is in my head every Thursday.
This week, the song that took Tom Scholz five years to complete. Why five years, you ask? Because after 23 years of being illiterate, with songs being transcribed using pictographs instead of words, Scholz finally decided it was time to learn to read and write – and thusly, More Than A Feeling was written half a decade later – albeit illegibly in crayon.
After an additional four months of distraction, TheDoctorCaptain is BACK.
Until distractions resume yet again.
Henceforth, you can at the very least expect some kind of schedule: Tuesday: Deconstructing Disney – Every other Tuesday delight in an in-depth and expletive-fuelled dissection and disembowelment of a Disney classic. Thursday: Thurs Is My Jam – discover the story behind whatever song has been going round my head that week. Saturday: Celebrity News – Everyone loves celebrities, everyone loves news. Put them together and you get… uh… this.
Plus additional / supplementary content every now and then, maybe Movie Monday starting back up too.
After some time away from the Thurs Is My Jam project, it’s back… until I get distracted from it again.
This week is a lovely upbeat track by one of my favorite newish ensembles, and seeing as I had six hours free last week to make something for them, here is a new music video I animated with pictures by Ria Fell, and music by the spectacular Harlequin Dynamite Marching Band.
Every year for four fucktarded years I have been liveblogging the 33.5 hour long comedy epic that befalls Liverpool, England every… uh… year.
Shut up. I haven’t slept, and I’ve got two days of this ahead of me – it’s only going to get cocksplittingly worse.
And so. It begins.
Who, praytell. be our players in this here epic comic jamboree? Doc – He’s a doctor. (I am here to help) Sal Loon – salloon owner, who has both whisky and beer. Bear – People think he’s a nice guy – but he’s going to make things change. Or something. I stopped listening. Three Mexicans who all have names. They are looking for water, rather than doing my Goddamn gardening. Sally May Swallow – Went in search of an Indian man, so dressed like one. And brought some shoes. Will Stanton – Culinary Revengalist Dosie Doe – Teacher. She is good at learnedings. Jessie Ray Stanton – Wants to be the most popular prostitute this side of town. Cecil Shitstalker – He’s German. And a bounty hunter. He should just go to the corner store, they have like five of them. Grey Gardens – funeral director. I’ve never seen a funeral director yell ‘cut’ and do a Whipper Bille Wilson, Cracker Jack Wilson – They are brothers. I assume. Their father died and they are taking over his business of selling Tumbleweeds. Stan Pede (not ‘Stan Pedo‘, as I misheard) – He does not do violence any more, but he loves America. Katie Stanton – There are only two men she loves more than life itself, her husband and the Lord. Tom Bullweeds – Texas Ranger. Said words. I got distracted trying to fix the live-ness of the blog Jimmy Dingleweed – too dumb for school, now he’s an amateur deputy. Rusty Badge – Sherriff. Sherrif? Sheriff. Shut up. Mayor Arch Stanton – He’s the mayor.
(THOUSANDS of words and HUNDREDS of pictures follow…)