SUPERBOWL SUNDAY. Accolades for the yearly American Football finals pop up in the strangest places, and this place is no exception. However, I simply don't care. I do this to annoy people, and not to profess a deep and abiding love for a "team" (an outmoded abstract concept as they come). Still, the bread and circuses (circii?) beckon; promising scantily clad women advertising disappointingly mundane Internet services, and burly drugged man-children pretending to avoid concussions. One must do as one does.
Enough about that. I should have a twofer this week, as there is a video I'd like to share with you in a later post (maybe around noon? Who knows?). This is another themeless show from the early period.
- Flute at the moon
- Bongos and birdsongs
- Subtle Miami Vice Themes
- SPLASH (and reprise of the first three)
- Wood Shop Metal Shop
- FBI Swing Instruction
- Full Film Noir Treatment
- I'm a train!
- Chinese New Year Hovercraft Parade
- Moderate Rabbit Dragon Roar
- Meditation on lo-fi bass distortion
- Movie chase scene with ragtime music
- And we second line out...
