Last night I was tooling around YouTube, as I am oft to do, and I found this incredibly hot 70s slow jam that I’ve always loved. I’ve been kind of obsessed with it ever since.
Gino Vannelli wasn’t a one-hit-wonder… he had a few hits in his day. But he proved to the world that Italian white boys can, indeed, crank out a hot slow jam.
This video has it all: big– and I mean HUGE– hair, a smokin’ backup girl vocal group, cheesy camera angles, chest hair, a screaming crowd, and a tenor sax. I mean, does it really get better than this?
Hopefully this will help melt your winter blues a bit. 🙂
Hi… just checking in. I’ve been pretty busy lately with chorus and work. The chorus show, “Revolt of the Elves,” is gearing up quickly and it looking to be a really fun show. And work of course is keeping me busy, which is good – employment is GOOD! 😀
Since this is Thanksgiving week, I’m pretty much going to take the week off. So while I’m away, I’m leaving you with a funny video that has captured my heart in the last few days.
I love YouTube for many reasons, but one of the best things about it are the clips from old game shows and other TV shows long gone. I found this great clip from the old game show “The Joker’s Wild” that had me laughing for 15 minutes solid a couple days ago.
Sophie was a former postal worker from Los Angeles, and she was a contestant on the “The Joker’s Wild” the early ’70s. Sophie made quite an impression. She may not have known many (or any) of the answers (except one!), but she answered everything with CONVICTION and she did exactly what she set out to do … have fun!
I don’t know whatever happened to Sophie, but you’ve just gotta love her wonderful positive energy.
Oh, and if you don’t have much time, you HAVE to wait until she answers the question about dinosaurs. You’ll never laugh so hard!!!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
The designing adventures continued at Campit later that night, when we all dressed up in our new fancy new tie-dyed shirts and varous other additions for Campit’s big 30-year anniversary party.
Since 70s and disco were the themes for the night, some of us came up with some pretty outrageous ideas to add to the festivities. Rommel donned a massive Afro wig and tight shorts with “Chicago” on the backside.
Ricardo, of course, couldn’t resist to claim the design as his own and plead his case to the Project Campit Runway crew. I have some concerns, Ricardo, and so does Tim Gunn. This might be Auf Wiedersehn for you…
Watch and see how it turned out!
TheBadMonkey, a friend on Plurk, shared this video with everyone, and in a matter of seconds I was 10 years old again. I swear it’s groovier and more wonderful than I even remembered it:
And my favorite segment from “Great Space Coaster,” Gary Gnu. No Gnews is Good Gnews!
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It’s amazing the things you sometimes find on the internet.
While working on a project that has a somewhat retro feel, I remembered my mom’s kitchen floor that was laid in about 1975 or so, and stayed there until the mid-90s. For some reason I found myself inspired to search “70s floor” on Flickr, just to see what I would find.
The second photo that came up was this photo. This is the pattern that was on my mom’s floor during that time.
Seeing this pattern brings back a lot of great memories for me. I remember when it was laid in, and how new and wonderful it was. One of my favorite things to do was to pretend the little paths between the circles were streets and use them for my Matchbox cars.
We kept this pattern far too long. By the early 90s it was coming up in spots throughout the kitchen and was creating a safety hazard for all of us. In 1994 we replaced it by placing a low-pile blue carpeting over it, and in the early 2000s we replaced it again, this time removing all of the old layers (by then there were three- the carpet, this floor and the original linoleum underneath) and re-did the entire floor with another new carpet.
But this floor holds the most special memories for me. Memories of birthdays and breakfasts. Memories of Christmases and dinners, both formal and informal. Memories of chairs being dragged along its bumpy surface. Memories of echos of laughter and the dishwasher running. Memories of our dog’s toenails clacking across it as he came in from the cold, racing into the living room to play some more.
The power of the senses – sight, sound, smell, taste, touch. It’s amazing how they work to dig up such wonderful memories.