Ox slow, and so can relate… at least to a point.
“He Hadn’t Up Till Yesterday (But I Guess He Will Tonight)”
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Back to 1951, for a little Not-Love Song.. or is it?
A bit of (much needed) levity:
A silly love song, with a period reference:
[01:37]
Never spray a nit
With a great big can of Flit
He may think some nit has it
The way I do with you
Flit? An insecticide spray, with ads showing people encountering strange pests and calling, “Quick, Henry, the Flit!” The ads were made by a fellow named Theodor Geisel. Yes, he who would later become known as Dr. Seuss.
Flit was originally mineral oil based, and later DDT was added. The name has been re-used for an anti-mosquito product using permethrin as the active agent.
The first time I recall hearing this tune, I had to use something like this…
Not that exact one. I recall it being yellow and seeming sort of spiral…
I recall, but haven’t dug deep, a version recorded rather later where “on TV” was changed to “on MTV.”
There are many, many covers of this – almost(?) all of them with more quality on the vocals. Alas, this is the available version. And it’s not that the vocalist is bad. But the recording of the vocals, ouch. Ah, well.
Somewhere on the ‘net this happened:
SB: “Doesn’t everyone eat leftover dessert for breakfast?
Aren’t waffles and crepes and pancakes simply non-leftover breakfast dessert?
Not to mention the candy in ‘cereal’ boxes.”
Orvan: “The cereal aisle is a perhaps the most common place where the .. walls of Reality… are… Rather Thin. It’s pretty amazing there aren’t many, many tales of Things Happening in cereal aisles… especially during… off… hours.”
SB: “Going to organize an anthology of Cereal Aisle Tales?”
Orvan: “First, I’d need authors for that. And I haven’t yet worked out how to bribe/conspire with muses.”
Sarah: “You know a ton of authors from conventions, and most people like your ox self.”
Orvan: “I fear I am FAR too sober for this. And I should NOT have another drink.”
Orvan: “Porn Cops and Whini Meats.. hrmm.. damnit, I have a title.”
JR: “That kind of book?”
Orvan: “No. That’d be the Minotaur Romance thing…. whose contents I shall deny.
Unless such makes me look Good, of course. ♉”
SB: (in response to I fear I am FAR too sober for this. And I should NOT have another drink.) * Pours for ox *
Orvan: “Bou yastard!”
SB: “Maybe it’s water?”
Orvan: “Ox slow. Ox not THAT slow.”
SB: “You’ll have to try it to be sure!”
Orvan:
The Joint is Jumpin’!
Let’s take the A train…
It’s usually not heard with lyrics, for what it’s worth.
Let’s go waaaay back, to 1915:
I think I first heard tune on the Dr. Demento show. When I played it for my grandmother, she said a lot of the cars she saw during the Great Depression were about as described in the tune: held together by anything anyone could scrounge – and hope.
The Elegant Ungulate 