Note: Yes, this is another music video review. No, you do not have to know the song or the singer or even watch the video. As usual, I’ve taken one thing and turned it into something else entirely. Enjoy. We start off with several model-type men […]
Another music video review… We zoom in on a residential building, and we are treated to glimpses of several women in their apartments, each of them in various states of undress as well as emotion. (Most of these ladies don’t seem to be very happy, so there probably […]
And another music video review… We’re on a college campus, with Taylor walking along and looking forlorn, when she suddenly spies a boy sitting under a tree. He spies her spying. They are both suddenly transfixed with each other, with hints of possible recognition registering on their […]
Note: This is a performance clip from a TV special, something I normally don’t mess with when doing music video reviews, but after watching it I knew I wouldn’t feel good in the morning if I let this one go. It’s from 1972, and that alone should explain […]
Note: This is a music video review, but before you think “aw, hell no” and run for your life, let me just say that it’s not necessary to watch the video or even be familiar with the song. As with most things at Bonnywood, appearances can be very […]
Note: The following repost was inspired by a recent comment, wherein Osyth and I were discussing my brief career as a thespian and she mentioned “I don’t know your voice but we have imagination”. Well, I just happen to have something in the archives that might shed a […]
Howdy Clam Bakers, Thank you for joining us around the campfire this evening. For tonight’s entertainment, we will be enjoying a lovely film provided by Osyth, Empress of Elan and Part-Time Guidance Counselor for Wayward Writers. She thought I might find it mildly amusing. I found it to […]
Howdy, Clam Bakers. After the excitement of last week’s bake (guest speakers! Elderberry wine! Salami-grasping!), tonight’s campfire will be more subdued. I was in the midst of some digital housekeeping this afternoon, trying to figure out what’s in all these cryptically-christened files that are apparently breeding on my […]
Howdy, Clam Bakers. Grab a seat around the campfire and settle into your chairs. We’re trying something a little different tonight. Part of the reason for this variance is that I spent too much time today doing things I shouldn’t have (XBOX may have been involved, I’m not […]
Exhibit A: Richard Harris – “MacArthur Park” Mom was working at St. John’s Hospital in Tulsa, Oklahoma at the time. As everyone in the medical profession knows, hospital shifts involve some jacked-up hours, and I vaguely recall that Mom had to report at 6am. (This may be a […]
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