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WTF Wednesday: Vintage Album Edition

Hello Wednesday, hello WTF! 

Welcome back to the day of the week where we marvel at the depths of human randomness. This week will be short but sweet as I am working on a Vintage Halloween Costume post that should go live this afternoon. In the meantime, let’s WTF, vintage record album style! 

Here’s a bejeweled Rita Coolidge looking fine, sensually touching a wall. But hold up! The lady’s not for sale. 

For sale? In the Indecent Proposal sense of the word? In the “How much is that doggy in the window” sense of the word? 

WTF?!

Next we find the Shifflett Family. 


Better than Ever. I don’t know where to begin. So I will not.

Last but not least we have the Happy Hearts Quartet.


 I hope their singing is better than their math. 

WTF?!


As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.

For more vintage wtf wonders (for sale), click here: vintage wtf

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just the hits

we had 3 row dead fuckin center seats for beck.

downtown at the thomas wolfe auditorium last saturday night.

we were 15 feet away from the guy. he was doing high kicks and moon walking. knee slides like marty mcfly in back to the future. the fly on his black jeans was halfway down. his tips are frosted. he is tiny. but the dude has moves! kind of prince-like in his dance style. it was a fantastic high energy show, and the seats were unbelievable. no xenu sightings.


went to a very different show this saturday night. chris smither at the grey eagle. sit down show. started at 8. walkers in the front row.


he is a fantastic storyteller and guitar player, and the show was full and happy.

our garden overfloweth with yellow cherry tomatoes. i don’t know why they are yellow. they taste red. there are 10 new ones every day.


pouncey is still suckin on pillas.


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SHV at HSMF

High Sierra Music Festival jammed on this past weekend in California.

I was not there, but a slew of Skippy Haha Vintage shirts made the trip.

Behold members of ALO and Tea Leaf Green happily sporting SHV torso shields on stage.

photo by Wally Meerschaert


(L to R) Josh Clark in Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt, Bo Carper in vintage western, Trevor Garrod in embroidered 70’s western, Steve Adams in Hot Tub t-shirt, and Dan Lebowitz in picnic gingham button down.

Viva rock!  Festivaaaaaaal!

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good stuff

we were 6 hours into a 9 hour road trip, in a hotel parking lot in columbus, georgia. we were on our way to the florida panhandle for ‘parents weekend’ – what would be the first meeting of our parents in the 5 years we’ve been together – picking up my parents at the airport the next morning to stay 3 days at the beach in a condo with kevin’s parents. it was 10 pm and kevin asked “can i help you with your bag?”

i said ‘sure….where is my bag?”

suitcase



my bag was at home.

luckily, i am roughly the same size as kevin’s mom, who hadn’t left for the beach yet and was kind enough to bring me a big bag of t-shirts and pants and belts and jackets that i wore all weekend. along with some junk i scrounged off the target, dick’s, and kohl’s clearance racks in a one hour early morning shopping frenzy in dothan, alabama, (and one slight breakdown in the kohl’s dressing room – why the hell are all these pants spandex! i hate these pants! i am buying these pants anyway! i hate these pants!) and a baseball hat from my dad, i made it!

which was great because we all had a great time. kevin was only slightly creeped out to see me wearing his mom’s clothes all weekend. everybody was on their best behavior and there were no fights and lots of laughs. and cuteness.

finley handing out shells


this was followed by a nice week at home, including some pasture time with pouncey. and pouncey’s tongue.


cows, me, pouncey, and pouncey's tongue

on friday we got in the car again headed for chattanooga and norman blake. this was hour 5 in what was supposed to be a 3.5 hour drive. it was rough.

hour 5 in a 3.5 hour trip

but the show was smooth! norman blake is a guitar master. he was playing with his wife on cello and his friend on fiddle. it was very sweet.

nancy blake norman blake james bryan barking legs Chattanooga
we came home the next day and pouncey passed his first overnight test with flying colors! he didn’t shred anything while we were gone and has earned enough trust to stay at the house next time we go away. no more kennel for pouncey! see you later, bed, bark and beyond.